Frederick Gains's Story

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"No one is more qualified to shape the young minds of our
future than the King Bee."
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Liam didn't hold any student government position, and he had no official reason to be leading a group of underclassmen boys around campus, giving them a tour, but he was anyway. One reason was that he had arrived on campus early, like really early, as in seven in the morning, before move-in had even started. His dad was flying to New York later that day for business and was only around in the early morning to help Liam move in, so his RA made an exception for him showing up early. Another reason was that he was Liam Nielsen, and well, when he was in the mood, he could be friendly. It was a friendliness that was laced with more of an incentive than to just make people feel at ease, though. It was a friendless that was motivated by his need to make sure that these boys knew that he was the top dog on campus, that he was the person that they needed to look up to and strive to be like. His behaviors didn't often lead him to be the ideal role model in a moral sense, but in a world based on popularity, he knew that he earned his spot at the top. He belonged there, and if he hadn't, the former King Bee wouldn't have chosen him as his successor without even considering anyone else.

The tour was ending in Chase Hall, the senior boys' dormitory, and the one that Liam insisted would be the one that they'd be able to sneak the most girls into, when it came their time to live there. That was, if they followed his advice, however. Throughout his tour, he had made sure to make it clear to these young minds that no girl was off limits to Liam Nielsen, and that with a little practice, they could be on the road to being as wanted as he was, too. "Listen, boys. You wanna know the key to success? Simplicity. Modesty. Acting like you're open to anything, when really the only thing you're open to is her legs opening. Girls like that. I don't know why. You know, I've got a lot of answers, but I don't know why. All I know is that when you try too hard, you look like a douche, and no girl on this planet is trying to hop into a bed with a douche. Why do you think Davenport over there has never been laid?" he said, motioning over towards a Prep boy who sat with a group of guys on a couch on the other side of the room. "He didn't get friend zoned. Nah, he got douche zoned. If you don't know how to wear a Cartier watch or a Burberry jacket without looking like you're trying to tell the world that your dad owns a Fortune 500 company, then stick to the fucking Nikes and shit like that. You're just embarrassing all of us, otherwise, and I'm not for that."

Liam's phone going off was the main reason for why he ended his spiel there for the moment, and an eager boy from the group in front of him perked up at the noise with a grin. "Is that one of your bitches?" he asked excitedly, with a laugh that made it obvious that he was proud of himself for the comment. Instead of the high five and hearty "hell yeah" that he was probably expecting, Liam looked at him in disgust, which he would later admit to himself was probably exaggerated. "Are you kidding me?" The words and the look seemed to wipe the smirk right off of the boy's face. "You don't call your girls bitches ever. I didn't think I had to go over rule number one with you boys, but I guess so. Rule number one is you respect your girls. A girl that lets you bang her in the back of her Porsche isn't a bitch." Nope, she's not a bitch. She's someone you'd call Deanna Devereux, AKA the best fuck you're gonna have in your life, boys. He wasn't in the business of name dropping, or else that thought would have been verbalized. "But I won't let you boys get ahead of yourselves anyway. It takes work to even get a girl to call your own, and you've gotta be prepared to start at the bottom if you wanna get the ones at the top." He had only skimmed through his messages before returning his attention to the boys, but now that his friends were on campus and hitting him up, he was done playing big brother to these freshman. "Now take what I said, and put it to use. The barbecue they're setting up? Go get good seats, and scout out the hottest girls you can find. Remember what I said though, you've gotta start at the bottom. Don't even waste your time trying for anyone who isn't a sophomore or a freshman." With that, he left the boy's in the lobby of Chase Hall and headed upstairs to where his dorm room was. As he walked up the stairs, Dytto, London, Katherine and William got texts from him. Dytto's was laced with sarcasm, even though he wasn't sure who she actually was talking about in reference to the girlfriend, and London's was one he expected to go unanswered, while he knew texting Kat was gutsy.

To: Dytto
Damn D, I thought that we were on the same page with not trying to take it that far. Don't tell me that I made you love sick with a summer's worth of charm. Thought you were stronger than that, but I guess I shouldn't have even expected you to be able to resist me. I just seem to have that effect on girls.

To: Katherine
My favorite girl... what's up, Kat? I get to take you as my date to this barbecue, or do I really have to work for you?

To: London
Not gonna stop by and say hello? Thought we could at least be civil, L

To: William
Wya dude

It didn't take long for him to reach his dormitory, and he unlocked the door and headed inside. Luckily, he had missed Fred's dad leaving by a few minutes, so he didn't have to deal with that, but on his way to his bedroom, he noticed Frederick's was open, and that the guy was inside. He could have just kept walking and went into his own room, but Liam was feeling friendly, and figured that there would be no harm in saying hello. He recognized the kid's face from some mutual classes in the years back but couldn't, for the life of him, remember his name. Rather than try to guess, or ask and make it obvious that he didn't know who he was, he decided to go with the classic nickname of "bro". After having gone to school with the kid for probably three years, if not more, it seemed rude to have to ask him what his name was. "Hey, bro. Hope you don't mind that I took Room B. You know who else we're dorming with?"

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"Let's keep an open mind here, alright?"
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Liam nodded at Frederick when he gave two other names of people who they were living with. Nathan and Alex. Nathan was familiar enough because of Dytto. It wasn't like Liam was even close enough with Dytto to a point where he was meeting her friends or anything like that, because as he had made clear, he was just about the physical aspects of a relationship. Not the side where he had to go home and meet her parents or get her friends' approval. However, it didn't mean that he was ignorant to who she hung out with because it wasn't like he was solely interested in sex. That was all he wanted from her, but it didn't mean that he couldn't appreciate her personality and interests as well. Besides, as King Bee, Liam just "knew" a lot of things. Like what other guys his "conquests" hung out with. Nate just happened to be one of the many that Dytto seemed to be close with. "Later," he said as a farewell to Frederick, as the guy left the room. He still couldn't put his face to the actual name of Frederick, so until he had the time to ask someone about the kid's name, he was going to stick with "bro".

To: Dytto
Good, you scared me there. London's not gonna give af... but on that note, I need to ask you something. And you have to promise that you're not gonna say no without actually considering it, okay?

To: William
Sounds good I'll see you at the barbecue then

He only had two texts that needed to be responded to this time around, since London and Katherine both seemed to want to play hard to get. Which was cool with him. He could do hard to get. He was already sure that he would have London back in bed with him by the end of the month, and though Kat would be a little trickier, he wasn't all that worried. Since when had Liam wanted a girl, and not gotten her? Never. Not once. No one was out of his league, and he believed that if he kept being confident in that respect, that would never change. With that in mind, as he headed into his bedroom, he decided to text Farrah as well. Farrah was just a friend, but it wasn't because Liam thought he had been friend zoned or anything. He would never admit to that, even if it was the case, but it genuinely didn't seem to be so here. He and Farrah just got along in a friend way, and that was cool with him. He didn't need every girl vying for a second date with him. Sometimes, it was nice to just have a girl who he could go to for advice, or to grab a bite to eat with, and Farrah was that kind of girl. The fact that he didn't hold the same mentality as many, of Farrah being a bitch, was certainly helped due to the fact that they were both A-listers, however.

To: Farrah
Wow, Farrah. Thought I would've gotten a "hello" from you by now. You better find me at the barbecue. I went all summer without my favorite prep. Don't wanna continue that streak for another day.

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"I know, I know, senior year is the time for me to have
'fun'... if only it was that easy."
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ "You've got everything you need, then? You're sure?" Theresa Tailer, Eloise's mother asked, as Eloise stood beside the passenger side of her family's car. Her mother sat beside the window, and her father in the driver's seat, just as her father was getting ready to pull out of the school's parking lot. "Yeah, I have everything that I need. Thanks for all of the help," she reassured her mother, before looking further into the car at her father, with a lighter smile. "I really hope you didn't actually throw out your back, dad. I told you that I could have asked someone to help you move that television in," she said, a small giggle escaping despite her will to suppress it. "Me? Nah, I'm alright. You know my saying, 'if you want it done right, do it yourself'. Your old man never needs help, you should know that by now, Ellie," he insisted confidently, in a way that made her mother roll her eyes and follow up with, "And that's exactly why it took us an extra hour to get here. You've been here how many times, and not even that or the GPS was enough to keep you from taking us on a 'short cut'?" Before her father could answer and defend himself, Theresa's smile turned softer and she returned her gaze to her daughter. "Don't let us keep you any longer. Go out to that barbecue and have a good time, Ellie. Really, have fun this year. We know you'll do good, but we want you to have some fun too, okay? And you know that we're just a phone call away if you need anything."

Eloise knew that she really was lucky to have such great parents. The issues that she had with her parents were infrequent and minor, and though some of that could be related to how she only really lived with them for three or so months out of the year, they really did get along well. She respected them, and they treated her maturely, allowing her the freedom that most teenagers her age lusted over. As her mother seemed to be hinting at, it wasn't a level of freedom that Eloise abused though. She wasn't the kind of teenager who drank or used drugs, or snuck out late at night or threw parties when her parents weren't home. It just... wasn't her. She was the kind of girl who enjoyed fading into the background. That was where she was comfortable... where she could see everyone else, but no one else really saw her. Maybe it was a little bit less fun and exciting on that side of things, but it was safer there. "Alright, I'll Facetime you guys tomorrow. Love you," Eloise said, a wave being enough to send off her parents, since they had gotten through the emotional hugs and all earlier, after her parents helped move her in.

With them gone, she could go to the barbecue, and only since she was hungry, did she decide to do that. Big gatherings weren't really her scene, and she much preferred the idea of readjusting to her school dormitory setting over socializing, but even she couldn't turn down barbecue food. Her attention remained focused on her phone for a few moments as she returned a few text messages, including one to Joseph.

To: Joe
Haha I'm on my way there now! And yeah, my parents just left. I'm all moved in.

It didn't take long after the message was sent for her to spot Joseph filling his plate, but the boy standing beside him made her resist the urge to go over to her friend. Liam wasn't someone that she had any intention of interacting with, and she thought that returning to her dorm would have been the preferable choice over having to socialize with him. Her grumbling stomach rejected that option very quickly, but she decided to start at the opposite end of the barbecue, just to relieve herself of having to interact with the blonde. Starting at the opposite end didn't disappoint her either, since she was able to fill her plate with a burger and french fries, and grab a water bottle as well. It was all she wanted, and after getting everything, she headed across the lawn to an empty table and sent out another two text messages.

To: Joe
I'm not sure if you're going to sit with your other friends, but I found a table if you want to come over!

To: Fred
Hey Fred, are you at the barbecue? I missed you this summer!