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Chapter One: Welcome to Paradise

Jude leaned casually against the rough red brick next to the worn oak front doors of the school, taking a long drag off of his cigarette, letting the acrid smoke escape from between his lips as bored fushia depths watched the other students arriving. Some lingered outside like himself, smoking or fooling around, while the more studious went into the building to prepare for classes even though it was still early.

Soft jet ears swiveled and twitched as familiar voices carried on the breeze to the slight neko. A group of popular girls twittered as they walked up the wide cobbled path leading into the school, quieting as they passed him, glancing at him repeatedly and whispering. He smirked at them, blowing them a kiss before taking another pull off his cigarette. They scowled disgustedly at him and went inside quickly. The youth shook his head, still grinning to himself. School wouldn't be nearly as interesting if it weren't for the reactions of his peers to his behavior.

He wouldn't attend at all if he didn't have so much fun disturbing the other students every chance he got. It was like a game. When he caught a certain glance from any of the guys, he made it a point to tease and seduce them, getting great entertainment out of playing the game. Whether they claimed to be straight, were jocks, had cheerleader girlfriends, or were the type that hid in the library at lunch, it made no difference to Jude, nor did it seem to stop any of them from accepting the advances. Boys were so easy to manipulate.

The neko had known from puberty at twelve years old that he was homosexual and had accepted it, not bothering to question it; it just was. He flicked the ash off the end of his smoke with a black-lacquered fingertip, his long tail slithering around his hips out of habit, a furry belt of sorts. He was watching for new faces, filtering through the ones he'd already had and the ones he didn't want to have, searching instead for the transfer student that was apparently scheduled to start that day. He wanted to see. He'd pretty much had everyone else already. It was no challenge to seduce them again and grade nines were so... He grimaced, shaking his head.

He bent a knee, resting a heavy booted foot against the brick, stifling a yawn with his unoccupied hand. He dug his cell out of the left pocket of his favourite jeans; the ones that were torn and threadbare in some places and fit snugly, comfortably conforming to his slim legs and pert backside. He flipped the phone open, idly glancing at the time as he took a last drag off of his cigarette. 'The new guy better get here soon or this will have been such a waste,' he thought with an air of impatience, stubbing out the finished cigarette and dropping it to the ground by his other foot.

The _"new guy"_in question was just arriving, stepping out of a sleek black SUV driven by a white mouse wearing a dark suit and matching sunglasses. Mercer was unimpressed. They'd moved once again, he and his father. It was probably the tenth time in his short sixteen years of life, at least the tenth time he could remember, could have been more for all he knew. The lemur slung his backpack haphazardly over one shoulder as he stepped out of the back right-side passenger seat, sparing a nonchalant wave at his driver before the mouse pulled away from the curb and drove off.

Another move, another shitty, little podunk town in the middle of nowhere in another state, another school filled with other furs just like all the others he'd met in the past. It was his fourth highschool already. He was used to the routine. Though he had made the transitions several times in his life, he hated the first day at each new school. Impressions were everything as his father had ingrained in him from the time he could first walk and talk. You only wanted to know the "right" types of furs. He heaved a silent sigh and took his first step towards the elderly school building.

It was a monsterous institution, all red brick and lacquered oak, cobbled stone pathways and faded asphault parking lots for the teachers and what few students actually had use of vehicles, be it their parents' or the even fewer who actually owned their own. Mercer didn't, of course. He'd ruined the first car his father had ever bought for him just this past summer, out gallivanting with his friends, doing things unbecoming of a republican congressman's son and so he was stuck with Trevor, the driver and his father's personal assistant turned babysitter.

The move, his father had said was a welcome one. After his debacle with the car, the no nonsense elder lemur had taken a position in a small town with a large republican population and decided it would be best for his only son. It would be easier to keep an eye on him and avoid bad publicity. It had taken quite a lot to cover up the details of the accident when Mercer had written off his first car and Jackson Tashcott would not stand for any more indecent behavior from his son.

Mercer's record as a student was exceptional as was to be expected. It had to be after all. Before the accident, his reputation had been squeaky clean as his father had wanted. More often than not, the youth was an avenue for his father's campaigns, one that needed to be maintained, polished and proper as was becoming of a political leader's child. Who would vote for a leader who couldn't even keep his own son in line? The answer, as Mercer knew was unacceptable and so he did as he was told, as he was expected. 'No more cars, no more accidents, and no more bullshit,' his father had warned as they drove to their new home the night before.

The youth shook his head to clear his thoughts. He needed to get his head in the game. He knew the drill, pasting a fake, easygoing smile on his face, all too ready to make nice with the "right" crowd as he entered the school, failing to notice a pair of rose-coloured eyes watching him as he made his way inside. The lemur immediately picked out the separate cliques, focusing on the group of clearly popular and sought after females chatting to the right of the girls' washroom and the group of jocks tossing a football around the corridor as they approached said group. Amber depths ran over each member of both groups, instantly zeroing in on the alphas. The 'alpha-bitch' was a thin leopard, pretty little thing, a bit too much make-up, nice rack, good taste in clothes and with a clear air of authority over the other girls in the group surrounding her. The males were simple to distinguish. They followed the biggest of the group and that was that.

Mercer made a mental note to hit the queen bee up for a date later. It would be best if he could date her and then dump her, thus securing himself a snug little niche in the upper echelon of the school hiearchy. He grimaced inwardly. School really was more work than it should be some days.

Jude had watched the new student with a hungry fascination, licking his lips as he watched him approach, disappearing through the heavy oak doors, unaware of the neko's perusal. He considered the lemur's casual confidence as he moved, the easy smile he plastered on his mouth, his preppy clothing and the SUV he'd arrived in. Definitely a kept boy and definitely the type Jude would like to have a taste of. The dark-haired neko was a little disappointed when the other male failed to even glance his way, but he shrugged it off; he had all year to get his attention. He'd always enjoyed the thrill of the chase after all.

He lingered outside for a few more minutes before meandering into the school, adjusting his rather overly decorated canvas messenger bag against his hip as he went up the stairs, vaguely hearing someone whistle as he passed. He paid the other students little attention, ears twitching when whispers followed his trek to his locker. It was funny really; they all gossiped about him, not realizing he reveled in the attention. Everyone knew him for one reason or another, whether they'd had the pleasure of having him blow them out back or if he'd slept with their boyfriend; everyone knew who Jude was. He felt like a celebrity. It was only a matter of time until the new guy knew him too.

He hummed softly as he opened his locker, shoving his bag in unceremoniously before peering into the mirror stuck magnetically on the inside of the metal door. He fixed a few choppy pieces of ebony hair before pulling out a spiralled notebook and a Chemistry text book from the top shelf of the locker, slamming it closed behind him. He locked it before making his way to the next floor up for his first period Chemistry III class carrying his books under his arms lazily, a pronounced sensual sway to his hips as he moved.

It was straight to the office for Mercer, picking up a class schedule and collecting some interesting gossip along the way. The typical -proper name- is getting it on with -proper name-, even though -proper name- did -so and so-. It was offical; every high school ever was exactly the same. It made it easier for him of course. He'd played the game several times already; he'd want to seat himself with the jocks, avoid the theater kids; the fags would make themselves apparent soon enough and that would be that. One name that kept cropping up though was irking him. Jude... His peers didn't seem to have much nice to say about him, though apparently if one needed to get off, he was the one to seek out.

'Well,' he thought, 'I'll be damned, this school has a whore too, albeit a homosexual one, but a whore nonetheless.'

His previous school had actually had two, one per gender. He considered himself above such things. He wasn't a virgin, but he'd never had much need for the services of the school skank. Sex wasn't exactly a priority in his life. The scattered experiences he'd had had been unsatisfying and altogether disappointing, making the appeal for more next to nil for the lemur. He had better things to do with his time.

His idle thoughts were interrupted by his arrival at his first period class. Chemistry III instead of II due to advanced placement. Oh joy, oh bliss... He had been given the appropriate books while at the office and so prepared himself for the long, arduous day of making connections. As he approached the door to the classroom, the fur in front of him caught his attention. He hadn't really expected to see him just yet, but there he was. Going by the descriptions, he had found Jude. He gave the other male a once over.

He could really only see him from the backside, but from what he could see, the other boy was attractive. Slim and not too tall for a guy, decent ass, fair tail, sleek and black like his hair and ears, a pronouced sway to his hips as he moved. He could see why the other made a successful school slut. It was definitely Jude. There was no mistaking it, not with the way he moved. It was pretty clear where Jude's preferences lay. A darker part of his mind made a nasty remark that he refused to give voice to, above such open hostility. He made it a personal mission not to get paired up with the feminine neko and to avoid him at all costs. Jude was definitely not the "right" kind of fur for Mercer to be caught hanging around with, even if he was just the slightest bit curious about him.

Of course, fate very rarely listens to the pleas of the masses, finding great joy in foiling the most perfectly laid plans.

TBC...