Deceitful Intent chapter 1

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Vivian 1

We stood up on the balcony watching the mess that we created. There was a brawl happening before us, a brawl of our doing. We were pleased with our work as we watched students attacking each other savagely. The idiots, we laughed together.

“Still bored?” Evan Cartier, also known as my better half, turned to me. His eyes showed nothing but his intense boredom. It wasn’t a surprise; everyone was bored in our small town of Nestle Creek, Georgia. There was nothing to do for miles. When things got too dull we’d get in our cars and make the one-hour trip to Atlanta. Nestle Creek was nothing but strip malls, locally owned stores, a couple of libraries, a movie theater, a few fast food restaurants, and at least one fancy restaurant. Amid all of the businesses was suburbia, where everyone with money lived. Other than that Nestle Creek was a huge wasteland, especially Nestle Creek High School.

“It’ll do,” I sighed. “For now.”

Evan nodded as he looked down towards the cafeteria. “How long do you think before Kurt, our resident dumb basketball star, figures out his beloved Stacy didn’t cheat on him with his best friend?”

I shrugged as I looked on. “Don’t know, don’t care.” That’s what we did for fun these days; start rumors just to sit and watch the destruction. Alienating people had been fun in the beginning, but now neither one of us wanted to admit it, but it was getting old, quickly.

“They weren’t cute together anyway,” Evan sighed unexcitedly. “She used to be cute, now, she’s not.”

I looked at Evan’s face and studied him. He looked as if he were going to die of tedium. I wasn’t surprised of his opinion of Stacy Williams, one of his many conquests. After Evan was done with a girl his opinion of her was shot to hell. Girls were missions to him: Get. Screw. Ditch. Complete. In other words, if Evan couldn’t screw her, manipulate her or use her any other way, then the girl was useless to him. It wasn’t a wonder why so many girls fell for his lies and charm. Evan Cartier was a very attractive black seventeen-year-old boy. His smooth and sexy chocolate skin was so appealing. His nice luscious lips were often saying sweet and seductive things to his marks. And to make things even sexier about him, Evan liked to dress nice. No saggy, baggy, oversized jeans and t-shirts for him, he often wore crisp suits, sweaters, sweater vests, anything to make him look professional he wore. Evan was also well put together as he worked out everyday at five. It didn’t hurt that he had a face to fight over. Many girls did actually fight over him. To me, he was just Evan, my stepbrother.

We were both seven when my father, Bruce Cohen, married his mother, Nora Cartier. After the wedding we all moved into this huge house and lived like some version of the Brady Bunch, minus four kids and the peculiar white maid.

Evan was loyal to me from the beginning. We were family so we stuck together. In a few short years we grew to gain control over the youth of Nestle Creek elementary, middle school, and now high school. We were a force to be reckoned with.

“She’s okay, I suppose,” I said as I watched as Stacy cried as Kurt went at it with his now ex-best friend Randy.

“No one compares to you, Sis,” Evan grinned over to me.

I shot him a mean glare. He knew how much I hated to be called sister by him. We flirted all the time, so trying to pretend that we were brother and sister was total bullshit.

Suddenly a throat was being cleared.

We turned around to be face to face with Principal Coleman, some old tired version of a wannabe Shaft.

“Why am I not surprised to find you two at the center of the chaos,” he said as he crossed his arms.

“We were just standing here, watching,” which was actually true, we hadn’t gone down to the cafeteria and gotten involved or anything.

“Mmm-hmm, get to my office,” Principal Coleman ordered.

Evan and I shared a secret grin as we headed to the principal’s office, business as usual.