Marcus was texting pretty much during the entire class, planning the after school assault on the nerd who seemed to have left an impact on Alexandria. He didn't particularly like the way his queen focused on a few students each year to create "historical" and extreme cases of bullying, even if it was an efficient way to keep her kingdom in order. All this attention on holding her throne had made Alexandria forget about having a potential king at her side and any jock would be dying to share the royal power with her. Unfortunately, she had been known to never take boyfriends and had only had several short casual relationships with rich Ivy League guys.<br/><br/>Alexandria was jotting down notes with her pink pen and shuffling through her textbook. She liked this class and knew she would be able to pass it. But physics, chemistry, biology and maths would be... difficult. Her eyes drifted over to the nerd guy and she nearly jumped when she realized he was looking at her too. Blinking her eyes, she looked back to her book, disgusted. There was another reason she wanted a guy like him in her entourage: she needed someone to help her pass the classes. Her father had made it very clear that this year he would not be able to bribe the school to let her stay. They needed some concrete evidence that Alexandria Luckett was indeed worthy of St Elois, even without the money of he parents. The idea of failing the year because she was not good enough made her feel sick to her stomach and she wished she hadn't poured that water away earlier. Leaving St Elois was the same as being dethroned... it would be a disgrace.<br/><br/>She had already sent a message to one of her most trustworthy lapdogs, who had relations in the school administration. She had searched for his file and texted Alexandria his name: Keith Matthew Steinmoor. Apparently the guy had aced the entrance examinations and entered with top grades. He was probably interested in the Ivy League or something. Alexandria's father was the same, hoping to see his daughter enter an Ivy League school. There just wasn't any way for that to really happen. Moreover, she didn't even want all this. If she could have freely made choices about her life, she would have chosen to travel the world and find herself or something like that. Eat, Pray, Love sounded like a really great plan, compared to the Ivy League.<br/><br/>The bell rang, thankfully. It was lunch time. Alexandria joined her friends outside where the summer sun was still fairly warm. The lowest ranking of her entourage hurried to them, carrying piles and piles of paper bags from nearby cafes and food shops. Her group never ate school lunch, mostly because they could afford better. She grabbed her ice latte and salad, worried about her size like just about any girl. They ate, while chatting with each other. The jocks were talking about the next big game and eventual homecoming, girls were comparing their summer one night stands and tans and she was updating her closest, most high ranking friends about the plan she had regarding Keith.<br/><br/>"Why, though? Can't we just crush him?" One of the girls, Erika, complained.<br/><br/>"I just told you, girl." Alexandria sighed and sipped her latte. "This year is serious business. I need to pass. Hell, we all need to pass. Besides, including him in the group will make teachers think we are accepting the new policy. Just trust my judgment, it's a great plan."<br/><br/>"I do trust you, babe!" Erika exclaimed. "I'm just worried, you know. He's not one of us."<br/><br/>Alexandria smiled cleverly. "He could be. Not for real, obviously. Anyone can tell he wasn't born to be royalty. There are a couple of things I want to check about him, though."<br/><br/>"Hmmm?" Erika nudged her, giggling. "Tell me!"<br/><br/>"I want the P.E. test. With my luck, he'll be in P.E. with me tomorrow. I want to see how miserable he is." Alexandria laughed. "Oh, and I want his face checked. Imagine him without the glasses." She paused for a moment, allowing the image to sink in to her friend's mind. "Freckles are the new hot, you know."<br/><br/>"You seem to enjoy this a bit too much..." Erika commented, but still nodded in approval. "Yeah, I can see the freckles. Run some gel through his hair, just a tiny drop to give him that bad boy look. He'd actually be fuckable."<br/><br/>Alexandria burst into a laughter, but Marcus, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation, was not happy.