Page 1 of One Twisted Lie

Chapter 1

Ozymandias

I march through the halls with fury in my veins and an agenda a mile fucking long.

Carter fucking Everett.

That little prick has taken things too far. When I got back from my classes, all I wanted to do was relax in my private room, jack off, and take my midafternoon nap. But no, that would be too good for me apparently. Nothing seemed wrong at first when I walked into my room, but when I threw myself onto my mattress, I found it covered in leeches.

Fucking leeches.

Yeah, I’m sure there’s some poetic significance there. I know that we’re constantly at each other’s throats, but there needs to be a line. A line that he fucking crossed today. He took this too fucking far.

“Where are you, you little fucker?” I bark, all the students in the hall scattering as they see me approaching. I don’t want to have a huge head, but I’m kind of a big deal here. King of kings, they call me. That’s what I am. I’m Ozymandias Clark, and I get what I want, and what I currently want is Carter’s head on a spike.

I stand in front of his door and whip out the special privilege key that gets me into any room at Armory Prep. It was a gift from the headmaster after the very hefty donation my parents made on my behalf freshman year.

I don’t bother knocking as I unlock the door and swing it open. Carter, per usual, is on his bed, his black-framed glasses sitting precariously on the tip of his nose, said nose buried in his computer.

“Carter!” I shout. “What the fuck, man!”

Carter’s eyes snap up, and for a moment, he looks shocked to see me. After a beat, his surprised face morphs into something akin to amusement. He closes his laptop gently and lounges back on his elbows. “Did you like my little present?”

“Leeches? Seriously?” I question, my face red with irritation. “That’s too far!”

“Too far? You have to be fucking with me,” he snaps back, getting off the bed and stalking toward me. “Last week you filled all my shoes with rocks! I cut myself!”

“Yeah, and the week before that you custom-programmed my phone to play porn whenever I opened it!”

“Because you started all this shit!”

“No! You started it!”

We’re chest to chest at this point, breathing in each other’s faces. Fuck, I really hate this guy. Everything about him repulses me—from the way his dirty-blond hair flops on his forehead to his little beady brown eyes. He’s been a thorn in my side since we started interacting freshman year.

Granted, I give just as good as I get, but I can’t help myself. What are you supposed to do when you’re stuck with your arch-nemesis all the fucking time just because you share the same friends?

That shit is over now. He needs to know who’s in charge here.

“You’re going to leave me alone from now on,” I demand, jabbing my finger into his surprisingly firm chest.Wait…

“And you’re going to make me?” he snorts, rolling his eyes. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Seriously, Carter. Stop it. It’s enough,” I say through clenched teeth. “Try me again and see what happens.”

His brown eyes grow cold. He takes another step closer until our noses are a hairsbreadth apart. He looks me up and down like I’m nothing but a speck of dirt on his shoes. “Is that a threat, princess?”

Fuck, I hate it when he calls me princess. He’s been doing it a lot more often and it pisses me off. It’s “king of kings,” fucker. Get it right.

“Don’t call me that,” I seethe, so close to fucking snapping. “Call me that again and see what happens.”

He clicks his tongue against his teeth, a wicked smile lighting up his soft face. He cocks his head to the side and brushes his nose against mine. “Princess.”

That’s it. My hand shoots out before I can stop it and wraps around his neck. His eyes widen in shock for a brief second, but they practically bulge out of their sockets with what comes next.

I kiss him.

“What the fuck!” Carter yelps, breaking away from me with a look of disgust on his face. “What the hell, Ozymandias!”

---