After the Ex Games(2)

By: J. S. Cooper & Helen Cooper



“That’s the name?”

“Yeah. It’s brilliant.” He grinned at me. “It’s perfect. We can talk about it in public and no one will ever know.”

“Sounds stupid.” I rolled my eyes and jumped up off of my bed. “I’m going to the hall to grab a slice of pizza.”

“We can have women.” Greyson grabbed a pen. “Special women.”

“Special women?” I stared at him. “What does that mean?”

“You know. Women who don’t ask questions.”

“No, I really don’t.” I leaned against the door and stared at my best friend clinically.

Greyson Twining was most probably the most popular boy I’d ever known. He had been the guy all the girls in our coed boarding school wanted, and he was already attracting a lot of girls in college. With his golden-blond hair and sky-blue eyes, he was the picture-perfect All-American boy. And he knew it. He charmed students and teachers alike, yet he never seemed happy. Everything came to him so easily.

“When we start Harvard in the fall, we’re going to need something to set us apart from all the usual idiots,” he said with a vivid light in his eyes.

“We are the usual idiots.” I ran my hands through my hair. “We’re handsome, white, and rich. We’re the men who run the world.”

“Let’s run a different world.” His face was serious. “Let’s start our own club.”

“Fine. Whatever.” I shrugged at him nonchalantly. “Do you want a slice of pizza? I’m starved.”

“I’m too busy to eat.” He wrote furiously. “I need to plan this carefully.”

“What’s there to plan?”

“You won’t be huffing and puffing when I have the hottest women in the world pleasuring you.”

“Hookers?” I blanched. “No thanks.”

“We would never have hookers at the private club.” He shook his head. “Like I said before—special women.”

“Greyson, why don’t you just do your calculus homework and forget about this?”

“Brandon, when are you going to understand that if you want to rule the world you have to dominate it? And to dominate it, you have to be in charge. And if you want to be in charge, you have to change the rules.”

“I don’t want to rule the world.”

“You just want to fall in love and get married.” Greyson’s eyes narrowed at me. “You sound like a girl. Pussy.”

“You’re a pussy, punkass.”

“I’m a punkass who’s about to start the best private club in the world.” He lay back in his bed and his eyes sparkled. “And you are either in or you’re out. What’s it gonna be?”

We stared at each other for about five minutes, and I knew what he was saying underneath it all. I was either a part of the private club or our friendship as we knew it was over.

“I’m in.” My voice was strong, even though I was unsure of what I was doing.

“Good. That’s what I thought you’d say.” He rolled over and pulled some money out of his pocket. “Get me a slice of pepperoni and a Coke. Also, tell Jane that she can come to the room at about nine p.m. I’ll be ready for her then.”

“I thought you were dating Lucia now.”

“Lucia was so last week.” He laughed then, a boyish, charismatic laugh, and I was reminded of why all the girls fell in love with him. This was the Greyson the world saw. They didn’t see the sometimes dark and sinister side of him. “And you know I don’t date. I fuck.”

“You’re so crude.”

“Stick with me, boy, and we’ll go far.” He handed me a twenty-dollar bill and casually flicked his fingers through his blond hair. “We’re about to turn eighteen, Brandon. This is our time to take control of our lives.”

“Fine, fine.”

“Trust me. This private club is going to change everything for us.” He grinned at me, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning back. His excitement was contagious, and I felt a thrill of adrenaline run through my veins. “This is going to change our lives.”

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