<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/emma-roberts-empire-state.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong> Jessica Thomas</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Popular/Preppy</span></div><br/>Jess mentally counted as the last few seconds of her high school career ticked by.  It marked an end of an era, and the beginning of something so much better.  Three months from now she'd be gone.  This little town and tiny school would be but a singular footnote in her life.  Sure it was a bit bitter sweet.  The end of any dynasty always was.<br/><br/>High school had been child's play.  She'd managed to graduate with a 3.2 cumulative grade point, an interesting fact that not even her "best" friend knew.  Considering almost all of the best parties over the last two years had been at her father's lake house, very few people who knew her would believe she was capable of the grade-point, and they'd be right.  She hadn't done it all on her own.  The "nerds" and "geek squad" had probably earned most of her grades, but she had all the teachers fooled, including the principle who had praised her on a nearly daily basis this year.  Between that GPA and her extracurriculars, Jess had been given a scholarship to the University of Syracuse.  A northeastern party school, but one respectable enough on any future job application or to any mother of a stunningly handsome, incredibly wealthy, lawyer or doctor.<br/><br/>Jess didn't plan on being a trophy wife, even if she planned on having a trophy husband.  No, Stef was the arm candy and would likely never be anything more.  Jess' "best" friend was beautiful, no question, and smart too.  Though that was sometimes debatable.  Especially since Stef allowed that neanderthal Brad to have his way with her.  Which unquestionably included letting him fuck her brains out on a bi-daily basis.  How they both hadn't contracted a number of STDs was something Jessica tried not to think about.<br/><br/>Sure, getting laid in the foreseeable future was on Jessica's list of things to do, especially with graduation and the weekend of partying that would definitely follow.  She just had standards.  Standards that didn't include idiotic, jocks whose dicks had likely shrunk due to their use of steroids.  Her sights were usually on more mature men who had some sophistication.  There were maybe three high school guys she'd thoroughly consider being with, but otherwise this school and town were filled with men who'd likely make less than seventy thousand a year for their entire lives.  Men who were simply not worth her time.<br/><br/>Though, outside of summer flings she really didn't have time for guys.  Her responsibilities had allowed her to comfortably run the school.  Brad and Stef were undoubtedly the power couple, but she had been the one in all the positions to make the big differences.  Their class would be remembered due to her diligence.  She'd been the one to navigate the jocks and nerds; theater geeks and misfits; the potheads and the tattle-tales.  They would've destroyed this school's spirit and morale long ago without her at the reins.  She was beloved by many of her fellow classmates and those who didn't like her weren't worth anyone's time to notice.  She idly wondered if college would be any different.<br/><br/>Jess sat on the corner of her English teacher's desk and waited for Mrs. Whetmore, the Terror, to finish editing her speech for the graduation ceremony.  It was a simple statement to Jess' control over the faculty and school that she had the most hated English teacher fawning over a speech she had ripped off from an online site.  Speaking in public wasn't scary.  It helped that she knew she could manipulate almost everyone she was talking to, but she also seemed to have an innate talent for it.  She just hoped she could upstage their class's valedictorian.  She never did like the nerd even if she had kept that secret well guarded.  There was just something about people who were insufferably intelligent that irked and irritated Jessica.  She'd found a way to use their brains for her benefit though which made being superficially nice to them easier.<br/><br/>As she waited for Mrs. Whetmore to finish reading the two page speech, Jess checked her phone.  She'd never once gotten in trouble for texting in class, no matter how obvious she'd been.  It helped that she'd always had the excuse of "school business" ready.<br/><br/>Dad had promised to have three kegs and a fully stocked bar for the weekend and he was currently at the local Chevy dealer buying her graduation present.  Her mom, and her mom's boyfriend, were planning something though they were much more secretive than her father.  Likely why mother dearest had cuckolded dad for four years.  The divorce, a nasty, public affair, had taught Jessica how meaningless marriage and relationships were.  It was simpler to get what you want and then part ways.  That's why she would marry someone with a ton of money.<br/><br/>The next text was an interesting one.  Not as good as knowing she'd get the car she wanted, but interesting in that there seemed to be a surprise for her in the restricted area.  She'd been through there once, in the principle's company.  Something had happened in those classrooms, the principle hadn't gone into detail, but in Jessica's opinion, the rooms hadn't been all that creepy or special.  Just filthy.<br/><br/><strong>"This looks excellent, Jessica,"</strong>came the expected praise from The Terror.  Jessica turned with a winning smile to the English teacher,<strong>"thanks.  I couldn't have done it without you,"</strong>she lied.  Followed by another.<strong>"I'm going to really miss this place."</strong><br/><br/>A few more lies and a heavy sigh and Jessica had The Terror in tears.  Max and his theater pals only wished they could act half as well.  She wondered if the goof was planning any senior pranks.  Depending on what it was, she might want in on it or might desperately need to give him something better.  It was a good thing she'd been watching MTV's<em>Pranks Gone Wrong[/i[.  If that didn't work she could always convince Brad and the jocks to run interference.  She'd simply tell Brad that Max was planning to steal one of his trophies.<br/><br/>She shot a text to Stef, ~Parties a GO~ and knew her "best" friend would take it from there.<br/><br/>All that was left to do was to check out the surprise and then head home, gush over her new car, tell her dad how wonderful he was, and find a suitable, fuckable, summer fling.  High school, it was too easy.</em>