Brian's POV - A few years ago
I can’t believe my religious shit of a fucking mother is making me do this. Why the fuck would I want to meet with some stupid lame assed rich kid. Having money is all well and good, but only if you know what to do with it.
“Brian, I will not be seen dragging you along, show some enthusiasm. After all he is going to be the one showing you around your new school tomorrow,” My mother whispers, careful to make sure no one but me can hear her.
“Go on through Mrs Kinney,” This old guy in a suit says, probably a butler or some shit.
“Thank you.” She says.
Entering the living area, I notice my mother’s hold has loosened. I take the opportunity, and pull away from her.
“It’s so nice to meet you Joan, I’m Jennifer Taylor. Unfortunately my husband couldn’t be here today, he had an important business meeting that he had to attend,” The blonde woman says, ushering us towards the sofa. “And this must be Brian; I hear you were top in your class at your old school?”
“Yeah,” I reply. Christ I’m so bored.
“My son, Justin is about the same age as you, exceptional student.” She presses a button, that’s resting on the end table, and the old guy I saw earlier walks in.
“Yes ma’am?”
“Henry, could you take Brian up to Justin’s room?”
“Yes ma’am, this way sir.”
Sighing I reluctantly rise from my seat, and follow Henry to Justin’s room. I’ve got a feeling that this day is going to be a long one.
Brian POV - Present
“Hey Brian, wait up,” Ben calls, running up behind me.
“Hey,” I reply not looking at him.
“What’s up?” Ben asks.
“I think Justin called me last night,” I tell him.
“Shit! No way…” Ben says grinning.” …wait, what do you mean, you think he called you?”
“He didn’t say anything, I could hear him breathing.”
“Did you get the phone number?”
“No, it was withheld. Look I got to get to class.” I walk away down the school corridor, not giving Ben a chance to reply.
Justin's POV — A few years ago
“WHAT?” I yell in annoyance.
“Master Justin, your mother has requested that I bring a Mr Brian Kinney to see you,” Henry says from the other side of the door.
“The session is over,” I tell the man on the other end of the phone, and hang up. “What a loser.” I mutter. Getting up off the sofa, I pull on some clothes and stomp over to the door. I unlock the door and pull it open, and I come face to face with the hottest guy I’ve seen in days.
“Hi Brian, I’m Justin,” I say, extending my hand.
“No shit.” He smirks, pushing past me and entering my room. Who the fuck does he think he is.
“You want a drink?” I ask, shutting my door and turning round. I can’t believe that fucker. I watch him pick up my phone and press redial. Holding it to his ear, he looks at me with this shit eating grin. “He’ll call you back,” Brian says hanging up, and throws the phone onto my desk.
“So… the nice man on the other end said he was glad you came back for more fun. What does mommy and daddy think of your… friends?” He raises an eyebrow at me. “They don’t know?” he laughs, and walks towards me. “Well maybe I should tell them…”
“Don’t even think about it Kinney. You should really think about who you’re dealing with. I own that school and I will make sure I make your life hell, if you so much as cross me,” I threaten.
“Really?” he says disbelief evident in his voice.
“Yeah, really!” I shout.
“Do you think I’m going to be told what to do by some stuck up…” he words are cut off as I pull his head to mine, and push my tongue into his mouth. His hands slip into the waistband of my jeans and cup my ass. Just as I’m about to undo his pants there’s a knock at my door.
“Mater Justin?” Henry says on the other side.
“Fuck!” I curse. “What!”
“Mrs Kinney is leaving and would like Mr Brian Kinney to come down.”
“I’m coming,” Brian says.
“You wish,” I whisper.
As soon as we hear Henry leave we both start laughing. Once we’ve stopped laughing Brian gives me a quick kiss on the lips, and heads for the door. “You know…” he says stopping at the half opened door. “…this good be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” He gives me a wink before walking out the door. You know what stud, I think you’re right.
Brian's POV - Present
I stand in front of the rest of the Tribunal, listening to some of them still talking about the Hobbs and Novotny incident, while the others are talking about the main problem… Ethan. That greasy shit has been causing us nothing but problems for the past few weeks. We know he’s been trying to find out what goes on in The Tribunal, if he does that we’re fucked. It’s times like these I wish Justin was here, he always came up with the greatest schemes. Being Head of The Tribunal is just not the same without Justin.
"So we are all agreed that this Ethan kid should be dealt with?" interrupting them, I just want to get out of here.
"Yes," They reply.
"Anybody have any other grievances before we dismiss?” When I get no reply I continue. “Okay then, the St James Tribunal will now come to a close."
They all begin to collect their stuff and head for the door. I hear them all gasp, and turn around to see what the matter is. “What…” I stop mid sentence at stare at him.
"So what's going on?" Justin says, we all stand there in silence. "What?" he asks then turns his head in my direction. "Hey Stud, miss me?" God you have no idea.
Justin's POV - Present
After everyone welcomes me back, they pile out, leaving Brian and I alone.
"I can't believe you're here," he says, rushing over to hug me. I push him away and move to the other side of the room.
"Don't get too excited. Let's get a few things straight; what I said in the letter was from a result of your unfortunate accident, not as a result of my feelings towards you. As for the video, well I always said I'd go out in style. The reason I left was simple…” I light up a cigarette and take a long drag. “…your creepy stalker routine was freaking me out. At first I found it cute, that you followed me around like a little puppy dog, but now I'm bored with it," I tell him walking over to where he is standing.
"But…" Brian says, I place my finger over his lips to silence him. I give him one of my famous sweet smiles. I move my head forward to kiss him, but before our lips can touch I pull away. I laugh and take another drag on my cigarette.
"Now as for school, we'll play along, act all friendly in front of everyone. No need to put our places as Head of the Tribunal in jeopardy, but out of school you stay out of my face. Don't talk to me, don't look at me. Got it?" Brian just stands there staring at me. I turn around and walk away. Stopping by the door I turn around and look at him again. "Oh and by the way…” Brian snaps out his daze and looks at me. “…you look like shit. Bye," I say walking down the stairs, laughing the whole way. "What a loser," I shout, making sure that Brian heard.