Disclaimer: I don't own anything 'She's the Man'.

IMPORTANT…For all of my readers…this is a Duke/Viola, Viola/Olivia pairing, featuring f/f content as well as f/m. Don't like? Don't Read. Don't Flame.

Warning: Slight context of sexual nature, and sexual thoughts.

Background: This story is set during the movie, before the truth of Viola's gender is discovered.

And yes…I know in the movie KIA came first and then YVONNE in the Cesario scene, but just deal with me, this is AU.

Dedication: This is dedicated to "shadowglove" a fellow author (it's actually through her that I discovered this website), who is one of my dearest and oldest friends. I want to thank her for humoring me countless times by reading whatever it is I write and giving me the endless peptalks I need to submit my stories (despite the fact that she's busy writing her own incredible works) and always being there when I need a friend to rant with.

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(Olivia)

Olivia Lennox was flummoxed.

Had she gained weight? Did she suddenly get a giant, horrifying zit that she couldn't see but was a huge beacon to everyone else? Was her breath stink? Had she suddenly switched social statuses with Eunice?

What was it?

Seething angrily as she watched Sebastian Hastings laughing—genuinely laughing—at something Eunice had said in her whispery I'm-a-stalker voice, the blonde heard a snap and looked down in surprise to see that her pencil had broken.

Her best friend Maria looked up from her work at her with a raised eyebrow before following her gaze to Sebastian and Eunice. "Oh come on Liv." Maria shook her head. "You can't seriously be jealous of Eunice!"

"Look at her!" Olivia growled, letting go of her broken pencil and taking in a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Look at them."

"I am. C'mon, they're paired together in English, they're supposed to interact." Maria, ever the voice of reason, declared. "And what's so wrong with the fact that he treats her nice? You're the one who always said we should all give her a break. And anyway, it's not like you and him are going out or anything."

Olivia growled at her best friend before turning to look at Sebastian and a wide-eyed-open-mouth Eunice. Maria was right, Sebastian and her weren't going out—he hadn't even asked her out. Not once. Every guy at school had asked her out! But could Sebastian Hastings follow their lead? Oh no. No. He had to decide to be all 'original' and while being friendly, hadn't made a move on her.

Why was it that she had freaks like Malcolm, and idiotic jocks like Duke Orsino after her—but she couldn't even get the only guy she'd ever liked to make a pass at her?

Maybe he only likes beautiful, colored girls.

She'd been there at Cesario's the day the rest of the school realized just how cool Sebastian was—something she'd realized from the moment they'd bumped into each other that day out of Gold's office. To be truthful, she'd noticed the handsome brunette when he'd entered the restaurant, noticed how stupid Duke Orsino and his gang of jocks had tried to pretend they hadn't seen Sebastian.

She'd been glad. If they didn't want him sitting with them then it'd be easier to wave him over and get him to sit next to her. The blonde had been about to flag him down when a slut appeared and flung herself all over him. And what was worst than watching the dark skinned beauty draping herself all over Sebastian, bodies pressed tightly as she kissed him fiercely and then began to whine about how she hadn't been 'woman' enough for him?

Sebastian had slapped her ass when she'd left crying because she'd 'never be satisfied with another guy' now that she'd 'had a taste' of him!

Olivia growled at the memory, and decided that if Sebastian only liked dark girls, then she was getting some dark, self-tanning lotion pronto.

Then again, right after the dark slut a white whore had come in her place, dressed in something even skimpier, and proceeded to kiss him as well. She'd also implied quite directly and loudly that they'd been intimate and that he knew how to please unlike any other…

Okay, so he DOES like white girls.

But she'd been a brunette like him.

Maybe Sebastian liked girls with dark hair…that would be the only thing both girls had had in common.

Okay then, all I need is dark self-tanning lotion and dark brown hair dye, and Sebastian Hastings will be mine.

"He's looking at you again."

"Sebastian?" She asked hopefully, jerking out of her inner thoughts.

"No. Duke." Maria clarified, tapping her pen against her lips and looking in the jock's direction.

"Oh." Disappointment obvious in her voice, she slouched with a sigh. Hearing footsteps coming towards her, she kept her gaze down, knowing that it was probably Malcolm coming to bother her again. Her eyes widened. He wasn't going to ask her out again, was he? Or offer to 'let' her play with his icky spider?

" You okay?"

Blushing at that voice, Olivia looked up into Sebastian Hastings' beautiful blue eyes. He was dressed in his soccer uniform, obviously heading for his soccer practices with Duke out in the field right next to the benches where Olivia and Maria ate their lunch.

"Hey!" Sitting straighter and pulling a strand of her soon-to-be-brown hair, she beamed up at him. "I'm fine. Why'd you ask?"

"You looked really pale." He told her bluntly, but with sincere worry on his face. "I got worried."

Definitely getting that self-tanning lotion after school. "Oh, but I'm fine!"

"Good." Giving her a smile he…walked away.

Olivia watched him go, a pout dawning on her face. Was that all? "I'm dying my hair and getting that self-tanning lotion now! Forget about school!"

"What are you talking about?" Maria asked, looking at her as if she'd gone insane.

"Sebastian Hastings likes dark haired girls." Olivia clarified. "Remember those two exes of his? I found the link between them. Dark hair."

Maria was silent for a moment. "But that third one was blonde."

"What third one?" Olivia asked, and suddenly remembered the girl Sebastian had tried to avoid (unsuccessfully) and then ultimately dumped in front of everyone. She'd seen her once or twice during the junior debutante meetings her mother insisted she go to. "You're right." The blonde whispered, slouching once more. "I just lost my link."

"Well, let me name some similarities." Maria announced, pulling out a blank sheet of paper as she wrote down Dark Slut, White Whore and Majorly Dumped, the names they'd both given Sebastian's various nameless exes (Olivia's creative genius).

Maria quickly wrote down her observations on each girl under their separate columns in silence before rereading what she'd written and finding what they had in common. "They all wore skanky clothes…had touchy-feely tendencies…and all had sex with him." Her smile turned bright. "All you have to do is get a complete change of wardrobe, touch him as much as possible and start having sex with him."

Olivia blushed darkly. It wasn't that she was a virgin---she'd been dating a college guy for crying out loud! It was just that, imagining herself beneath Sebastian as he pounded into her—she shivered at the very thought. "But---."

Hearing Sebastian laughing with Duke Orsino as they played together on the field, Olivia sighed as she watched them. She'd decided to start having lunch closer to the field so she could still watch him without looking like a stalker—like Eunice and Malcolm.

"Dude, so, why did you break up with those chicks from Cesario anyway?" Duke's voice was brought to them by the wind.

Maria and Olivia exchanged a surprised glance and looked back at the guys, straining their ears to hear Sebastian's answer.

"Well, Monique might have been hot, but the inside was ugly." Sebastian told him after a moment's silence, foot resting on the soccer ball. "I mean, don't get me wrong dude, I like hot girls—but they have to be beautiful inside just as much as outside."

Olivia sighed with a silly expression on her face as she heard that.

"I kinda got the fact that she could be a bitch." Duke snickered, obviously remembering the blonde easily. "But what about that hot dark chick? What's her name again?"

Did they speak about Sebastian's exes?

Olivia frowned.

If Sebastian talked about them then they must have meant something to him.

"Yvonne? She's great." Sebastian said with a genuine smile. "Back in Cornwall we used to play on the same soccer team—I mean, she played on the girl's soccer team. And I on the guy's team—obviously—because I'm a guy and she's a girl. So we'd be on different teams. Because we're not the same gender. At all. Yeah. Obviously."

Duke gave him a look as if asking if he were insane. "Obviously." He added with mirth. "So, you both were soccer players, what went wrong there?"

"Needy." Sebastian answered. "I couldn't get a night out with the boys, you know? She needed to be with me all the time, couldn't stand me talking to another woman." He puffed out his chest rather comically. "Not that I'm a playa, but I was popular with the girls at Cornwall."

Like you're popular with the girls at Illyria. Giving a group of giggling cheerleaders who waved coyly at Sebastian as they crossed the field to begin their practice a death glare, Olivia forced herself to listen to the rest of the enlightening conversation.

"Oh." Duke paused and executed a swift kick, his ball flying into the net, before turning to Sebastian. "And the other one? She was really pretty."

Once again Sebastian hesitated before answering. "Uh, well, Kia and I were sort of, uh, well…"

Maria leaned forwards, trying to hear better.

"You know…uh…yeah…it's kinda hot out here, huh?" Scratching his head nervously, Sebastian looked up at the sky as if trying to avoid Duke's gaze.

The blonde noticed it and laughed. "Dude. Whatever happened can't be that bad."

Sebastian frowned, looking at his friend. "Well, to be truthful, you won't believe it even if I told you. You'd really think that I was. Uh, making it up as I went or something like that."

Duke raised an eyebrow. "I doubt that."

"Uh, no, it's unbelievable. Believe me dude. You don't want to know." It was obvious to all that Sebastian Hastings was stalling.

Olivia frowned darker, jealousy rising. Had this Kia meant something more to Sebastian then he was letting on? Was that why he didn't want to talk about their relationship and was making up so many lame excuses to not talk about it? Had their parting hurt him more than he wanted to admit?

Maybe Kia had been unfaithful to him and that was why they'd broken up and he'd pretended that he was over her when they'd met at Cesario's. Maybe he wasn't making a move on her because he was still in love with the skanky Cornwall brunette!

"Dude, just spit it out." Duke insisted, obviously thinking something similar to Olivia.

"Okay, then, but don't say that I didn't warn you." Sebastian hesitated once more. "Well, you see, Kia and I—well, we, we got into some problems together. I mean, we were together while I was with Yvonne, you know? I resisted dude, I did. Honest to God I resisted."

"Dude!" Duke exclaimed, as surprised as Maria and Olivia, who were listening into the conversation with wide eyes and mouths hanging open. "You cheated on Yvonne? Did she find out?"

"Yeah. I told you dude, I don't cheat. That was the first time I---uh—---ever did something like that. Never doing it again, ever."

"Let me get this straight." Duke Orsino announced, forgetting all about their soccer practice. "You cheated on that babe with that hottie and the babe still greeted you like that in Cesario's?" He sounded so in awe that it was sickening. "How do you do that?"

Sebastian looked relieved for some reason, and annoyed at the same time. "Yeah well, Duke, it's not like what I did was something cool. A girl's heart is a fragile, beautiful thing, and guys—us guys I mean!—don't understand how precious a gift it is. You know?"

The sandy-blonde slowly nodded. "Yeah man, I know what you mean."

Olivia sighed once more.

Maria sighed dreamily.

Olivia sent her best friend a suspicious glare.

"So, you cheated on Yvonne with Kia." Duke returned to their original topic. "You tell Yvonne and then…?"

Sebastian looked frantic and annoyed. "Well, uh, they-they—uh—Kia and Yvonne both—uh—fought?"

"They fought?" Duke whispered, eyes wide at every high school guy's fantasy.

"Yeah." Sebastian nodded frantically. "They—uh—fought and I told Yvonne that she could tell everyone that she'd broken up things with me. You know? People were going to start talking about her now that they'd realized about Kia and me and so this would help lessen the blow. You know? I didn't want her to suffer insult on top of injury."

"You loved her."

Sebastian looked lost. "Huh?"

"No dude would do that for a chick if he didn't love her."

"Why would a dude cheat on the girl he loved?" Sebastian asked, as if truly interested in the answer. "Why do guys always say that they love their girls but cheat on them anyway?"

"You know man, with some guys they just can't control themselves." Duke shook his head in reproach, obviously not one to find infidelity nice or defendable. "But if you really love the girl you should be about to keep it in your pants."

"My thoughts exactly. Nice to finally hear a guy admit it though." Sebastian's eyes widened. "I mean," he coughed, voice going deeper immediately. "Nice to hear another guy admit it."

"So?"

He growled, but continued. "We lasted for a while, but I felt bad for what I did to Yvonne, so we broke up, and then I got kicked out of Cornwall for skipping classes so much. And the rest is history."

"You have one messed up love life." Duke snickered good-naturedly.

"You have no idea." The shorter guy mumbled darkly.

"So, you going with someone to the party tonight?"

Olivia frowned. What party and why hadn't she been invited?

"Not going."

"What?" Duke asked in surprise. "Dude, the cheerleaders specifically asked if you were going, remember? I think Kelly has the hots for you, maybe Melody too."

The blonde girl snarled at the cheerleaders giggling and looking in the direction of Sebastian and Duke, realizing why she hadn't been invited.

"Yeah, but I'm not interested." Sebastian announced, kicking the ball around. "Anyway, I'm not much of a party guy. You and Toby go."

"Toby ain't going, says he has to be tutored or something like that. And Andrew wasn't invited." Duke sighed. "I'm not going alone. We'll just have to take this time for another of our classes."

Maria made a face and turned to Olivia. "What classes?"

Olivia, still suspicious of her best friend after her dreamy sigh, decided not to answer.

"Sure, no problem." Sebastian brightened at the prospect. "See you then. I have detention." With that he hurried off the field, leaving Duke looking at him with interest.

Olivia sighed, watching her dream-boy until he disappeared before raising a suspicious eyebrow at Maria. She'd have to do something, and do it quickly.

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(Viola)

One of the things that sucked about pretending to be your twin brother was the constant voice in her head screaming for you to remember that you were supposed to be a boy, and the many times you had to catch yourself from doing something girly, or letting yourself get too immersed in the girlish side of things.

And when she was trying to teach Duke how to 'talk' to girls, well, it was confusing as she switched from ego to alter ego and back and forth. She'd been at Illyria for a couple of weeks now, and she'd formed a strong friendship with her hunky yet utterly romantically-clueless roommate. And it was moments like these when she just wanted to kiss him to just keep him from speaking.

"I—uh—you know---I think you're beautiful and your eyes shine like the stars in the---uh---sky and--."

"Dude—dude—you're not Shakespeare so you don't have to come out with this poetic description." She raised her hands to stop his nervous rambling. "And if girls hear that their eyes 'shine like stars' one more time I—they—will explode. Do you realize how many guys use that line?"

"S-so you don't think that I should say that?"

"Just as much as I would smack you on the head if you go up to her and say 'hey babe, what's your sign?'. That totally annoys girls."

Duke ran his fingers nervously through his hair. "But Olivia's eyes do shine like the stars."

"Guys, they have no imagination." Viola's eyes widened at her newest slip up, and she coughed in her fist. "I mean we have no imagination—usually."

"Okay, so how should I do this? How do I let her know that her eyes shine like the stars without using those words?" Duke asked, truly interested.

They were sitting in the farthest corner of the library. Viola turned to look at the girls around the room and noticed Olivia's friend, Maria, sitting by herself studying something. "Watch and learn." Getting up, she stood, puffed out her chest as she was sure a guy would, and headed towards the table. "Heya pretty mama."

Maria looked up, eyes wide. "Hey Se-Sebastian."

"I see that you're studying, so I will make this short." Viola announced, not noticing Olivia entering the common room and freezing in horror as she watched them. "Duke and I were sitting over there and I noticed how the light touched your hair. Did you know it has natural red high lights in it?"

She nodded, a small smile on her face, touching said hair. "Yeah, but not many people notice it."

"Maybe they do and you don't realize it." Viola smiled. She found Maria very pretty, not 'old-Hollywood' beautiful like Olivia Lennox, but attractive nonetheless. "Like how your eyes light up sometimes. They shine brightly, like whenever you're happy, studying, or besting Malcolm in class—then again—everyone is happy when you best Malcolm."

Maria laughed at that. "I've noticed."

"Ahem."

Viola looked up at a disgruntled looking Olivia. "Hey! I wondered where you were."

"Really?" Her expression brightened. "Well, I'm here now."

"Yeah." Once again Viola was blown away by Olivia's elegant, Grace Kelly type beauty. The brunette had always known that she was attracted to females on some level ever since she was a young girl, and had even dated some while at Cornwall, but none had attracted her like Olivia Lennox. But Olivia was Duke's, plus, Viola wasn't planning on staying at Illyria long anyway.

Her phone began ringing "I'm a Barbie Girl", much to her embarrassment. She could hear Duke guffawing in laughter and she shot him a quick glare over her shoulder before looking at the caller I.D. Justin. Great.

Silencing the call, she smiled unabashedly at the girls smiling at her. "Sorry about that, but Justine just wont leave me alone."

Maria chanced a sideways glance at Olivia.

Olivia's smile looked strained. "Is she one of your ex girlfriend?"

"Yeah, but we didn't last long." Because Justin had ruined it by acting like a chauvinistic pig and hadn't understood her or her love of soccer, nor had he considered her an equal in said game.

"How many ex girlfriends do you have?" Maria asked, eyes wide.

Viola groaned. How did she get herself into these messes? All day she'd had to make up some story or the other about her supposed relationships with Yvonne and Kia, and she was getting tired of all of the lies. "Just a couple."

"Yo, Sebastian my man!" Andrew called as he and Toby entered, waving him over towards Duke, who watched him as if watching God himself at work.

"Gotta roll pretty mamas." Winking as she'd seen Sebastian do on more than one occasion, Viola headed back towards where the guys where, all clapping her on the back as she sat next to Duke.

"Bro, that was classic." Toby announced in an awed whisper, eyeing the table where Olivia and Maria were having a tense conversation. "How do you come up with that stuff?"

Duke watched Sebastian silently.

"I have a lifetime of knowledge, 'member?" Viola shrugged it off with a smug smirk, realizing if they knew how she'd come upon said knowledge it would blow their minds.

"We have the Yoda of smooth-talk in our midst boys." Andrew announced, mock-bowing from the waist to Viola in respect. "Master, you must teach us to use the force."

"Your force is strong, young Skywalker." Viola replied flatly. "But training you are lacking."

I'm a Barbie Girl rang once more, and Viola swore to change her ringtone right after this phone call. "What?" She answered with a growl.

"Hey V, we need to talk."

"Paul?" She was surprised. "What's up man?"

"Since you're doing the gruff voice I assume you're with the Neanderthals?"

"Correct." She smirked, imagining Paul rolling his eyes as he looked over someone's hairdo. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Her friends didn't bother pretending that they weren't interested in her conversation.

"Kia needs a favor." Paul replied with an impatient sigh, tuttering to someone that 'this just cannot do, why did we hire you again' before addressing her once more? "She got into problems and needs a boyfriend."

"What do you mean she needs a boyfriend?" Viola smacked herself for having said that out loud. If the guys hadn't been paying attention before then, they definitely were now.

"I don't have the details, you know Kia. All I know is that she met up with an ex, decided she had to prove something, and wants to call in the Cesario favor."

"Wait, she wants me to be the boyfriend?" Viola, realizing that she was failing in the keeping quiet part, got up and began walking away from the table, yet Toby, Andrew and Duke all exchanged looks and hurriedly got up, following her, determined to hear the end of her part of the conversation.

"She says she pretended to be your girl, so you can pretend to be her guy." Paul sighed and then gave a little yelp.

"Vi?" A voice squealed after there were sounds of muttering and wrestling for the cellular—which ended in a lot of keys being pressed, nearly deafening Viola.

"Kia?" Viola asked.

The guys behind them hooted and high-fived themselves behind her, catching the attention of everyone, and made the librarian hiss for them to be quiet.

"Vi, I need you to do this for me, please!" Kia whined. "This guy totally dumped me and made me feel like crap. I need to show him that I'm not moping after him!"

"And you think that being my girlfriend will do this?"

"I only need for you to pretend this once! I know where he's going to be tonight, and I need you to go to the party with me, please. I won't bother you again. Just this once!"

"Just this once? One night only? No strings attached?" Viola asked, deciding to ignore the guys all around her.

"Dude, this guy is god." Toby stage-whispered to Duke.

"I promise!" Kia exclaimed excitedly. "You can even bring you hot guys friends, I'll look even better being surrounded by a bunch of guys."

Viola had to laugh at that. "Okay, then, but just tonight."

"Thank you! You're the greatest!" Kia hung up on her.

The moment Viola hung up she turned to the guys. "You wanna go crash a Cromwell party?"

"Hell yeah!" Andrew slung his arm around her shoulders while Duke watched on silently. "You are my role model."

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(Olivia)

"Did you hear that?" Maria hissed to Olivia. "His ex called him for a hookup…a one night no-strings attached hookup!"

"Yes, thank you Maria, I heard." Olivia hissed back, fingernails digging into her palm viciously, drawing blood. "But I'm not about to let her sink her claws into my Sebastian-not again."

Maria frowned. "What can you do about it?"

Olivia turned to her best friend. "Maria, you and I are going to infiltrate enemy territory."

The brunette's eyes widened. "You can't be saying-----."

"Yes." Olivia nodded, watching Sebastian Hastings leaving the library with his troop of Neanderthals. "We're going to that party."

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(Viola)

The music blared loudly, and not for the first time since they'd gotten there, did Viola tell herself that this had been a very bad idea. With Toby, Andrew and Duke flanking her, sneering at their toughest rivals in their own home, and Kia in her tiny clothes, draping herself all over her, Viola realized that she could be in some deep shit here. The guys who usually flanked Viola, asking for a date, were now giving her the evil eye as she pretended to be Sebastian.

She began to realized why her brother never liked Cromwell.

"This is so fun." Kia whispered excitedly in her ear, making sure that it looked as if she were whispering something naughty.

"Glad someone is enjoying this." Viola grumbled to herself, nodding to a couple of her brother's only friends, raising an eyebrow as she saw the Cromwell girls giving Duke the one-over before giggling and surrounding him.

Toby and Andrew looked on jealously as the red-faced, embarrassed young man tried to talk to the girls---his communication retardedness only driving away the girls as quickly as his good looks attracted them.

Viola shook her head at him. It would seem that her lessons were serving no purpose whatsoever.

"We're going to dance!" Kia told the boys as she dragged a protesting Viola to the dance floor. With a wicked glint in her eyes as she searched the crowds for her ex, Kia whined and grinded up against Viola, who tried to imitate the guys around her—and discovered that boys really didn't dance, they just moved jerkily and grabbed the girls they were dancing with as much as possible.

After a while, Viola started enjoying the dancing, and even managed glimpses of Toby and Andrew dancing with a couple of her girl friends from Cromwell. She looked around and tried to look for Duke, but couldn't see him, so she just shrugged it off and continued to grind with Kia, who was really getting into it.

The music finally wound into a slow song, and Kia wrapped her arms around Viola's neck as they slow-danced together, grinning at each other. Thanks, Kia mouthed, and Viola nodded as her friend leaned her cheek against Viola's shoulder.

As they twirled around, Viola opened her eyes and they connected with Duke Orsino's. She blinked, surprised to see the hunk alone in the darkest corner, leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest—just—watching her. The fact that he watched her wasn't so surprising, because Duke had proclaimed her his 'mentor' and could be found watching her to see 'how to attract the chicks', but this was different. The intensity in his eyes smothered her in tiny, pleasurable chills.

It was the look she was used to getting from guys and girls—when she was Viola.

Duke, suddenly realizing that he'd been caught staring, blushed red and looked away, apparently muttering angrily to himself.

Viola didn't have time to digest this, since Kia whispered: "There he is!" And then before Viola knew what was happening, the other girl captured her lips in a frenzied kiss. Viola had kissed once before in Cesario's, and while she knew of the other girl's act-first-reap-dire-consequences-later attitude, the aggressiveness she placed in the kiss surprised her.

Kia groaned into the kiss, pressing herself harder against Viola, digging her fingers into Viola's now chin-length hair. She'd allowed Paul to cut it after the time Principle Gold had nearly caught her while she was talking to Sebastian on the phone, and she was glad, because with the way Kia was clenching fistfuls of her silky locks, she knew that the other girl would have pulled off the wig unintentionally by now.

"Sebastian!" A new voice called.

Viola groaned and turned to see Justin. "Yeah."

"Hey man!" Justin appeared in all his blonde glory. "Long time no see." He leered at a sneering Kia before turning back to Viola. "Is your sister here?"

Oh, just give it UP Justin! Instead, she managed an indifferent shrug. "I think she said she was going to be here later on."

"Cool." Justin nodded, and not needing anything else from her, left.

"Why did I ever go out with him again?" Viola asked no one in particular.

"According to you, you liked his abs." Kia replied in a flat voice.

"Riiiight. I remember now." Viola nodded, twirling Kia around, causing the other girl to squeal and hold on tighter. She snuck another glance over at Duke, in time to see him look away quickly. "Hey, Kia, do me a favor?"

"You know I'd do anything for you."

"Dance with Duke?"

The brunette pouted, and then smiled slowly, nodding. "Sure." Sliding away from her, Kia winked and headed through the crowds towards where Duke Orsino was doing his best to pretend that he hadn't been watching them.

Shaking her head, Viola looked around, slipping through the sea of dancing teenagers to find something to drink. Seeing Monique, she shifted, hid behind a couple of teens making out, and when the danger had passed, she returned towards the refreshments table.

As she reached for a cup of fruit punch mixed with something quite alcoholic, Viola looked around the dance floor, and smirked when she caught sight of her boys. Yvonne was dancing with Andrew, Toby was dancing with a girl a couple of years below her, and Duke was dancing with Kia. And was that Monique dancing with Justin?

What a couple that deserves each other.

"Hey Sebastian!"

Turning at that unexpected voice, Viola blinked in surprise to see Olivia Lennox standing there behind her, wearing a tight black, knee-high satin dress and leather boots. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail with a side-part, and her lips were a pouty red, shimmering with lip gloss.

"Olivia!" Dammit, had she just squeaked? "What are you doing here?"

"The same as you I guess." She smiled, hands clutched behind her back, taking a step towards her. "I came with Maria—but she's gone to the bathroom so I'm all alone, and feeling kind of lonely since I really don't know anyone."

"Oh." Viola gulped, taking a nervous step backwards. Something about Olivia Lennox tonight screamed predator!

"How about a dance?" Olivia asked, taking another step towards her.

It suddenly occurred to Viola that maybe Olivia wasn't only interested in Sebastian as a lab partner.

Not good. Not Good. Not. Good. She rambled mentally, becoming slightly hysterical in fear. Duke will SO TOATLLY KICK MY ASS if he thinks I'm trying to mark his territory! She backed into the refreshment table, Olivia smiling at her as if she wanted to eat her.

Viola groaned, closing her eyes tightly. Those were some unfortunate choice of words…thoughts…whatever. Sneaking a glance out in the dance floor, she groaned when she saw that Duke was indeed watching them.

Forcing a smile on her face, she tried not to let the hysteria take control. "I've been dancing forever, and my feet are killing me. I don't know how Kia does it—with high heels and all of that. How about we talk?"

Olivia pouted, and then smiled, nodding. "So, do you miss this?"

Huh?

"Cromwell." She explained quickly. "Do you miss your old friends here and all of that?"

Viola sighed in relief. This friendly, non-threatening Olivia was the one she was used to, not the sexy nympho she'd appeared to be moments ago. "Not really. My sister had more friends here than I did."

"Really." The blonde didn't seem to quite believe him. "You seem quite popular with the girls here."

Actually, Viola had noticed them looking at her too, which was odd considering that while her brother was good looking, he'd never really had any of the girls after him other than Monique, who liked to have him around because she could push him around and because he'd put up with her crap unlike any other male.

But at this party, more girls were paying attention to Viola as Sebastian than they had when Sebastian had been himself.

"Yes, well, life isn't all about having lots of girls, huh?"

Olivia smiled brightly. "So true."

Growing comfortable with this 'buddy' Olivia once more, Viola smiled back.

And that was how it began. Justin and his cronies passed out soon afterwards from drunkenness, and Viola's friends weren't that far behind. Maria and Olivia joined their small Illyria group, and Andrew kept Maria company on the dance floor, while the rest of them went to a corner and just started to drink.

Viola, having a secret that had to be kept silent, didn't drink enough to get drunk out of fear of blurting out the truth—and plus—it was fun to see her friends getting smashed. Toby ended up talking to some imaginary person that only he could see, and Kia was giggling insanely from where she'd insisted on sitting—which just happened to be Viola's lap. Duke loosened up around the ladies more with a couple of pints of alcohol in his blood by telling some god-awful jokes, and Olivia was quite uncoordinated, falling out of her chair a time or two.

Somehow they found themselves dragged into a game of 7-Minutes-in-a-Bottle, a hybrid of spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven, with equally drunk teens from Cromwell. There were no rules except whomever you landed on and you had to go to the room upstairs and make out for seven minutes. The game went around, with a couple of geeks finally getting some cheerleaders, and two jocks getting each other—which made every one laugh their asses off as the two blonde males reluctantly went to the room, and most of the group stumbling behind them to listen at the door to make sure they actually did something.

Olivia spun the bottle and it landed on some dude, who all-too-happily went to the bedroom with her, and when they returned exactly seven minutes later, Olivia looked disgusted and the guy in heaven.

Viola herself spun the bottle and it landed on a friend of hers, and she didn't complain like the guy when she had to go to the room and they kissed. She couldn't help but snicker, since the guy who'd been badgering her for a whole year while she was at Cromwell to give him a smooch was making such a big deal out of it now because he thought she was her brother.

When she returned to the group, she noticed Olivia and Duke watched her oddly, and she wondered if it was because she hadn't been all 'manly' and behaved disgusted when the bottle had landed on another guy.

Hmmm.

She'd thought that they'd be too drunk to notice that. Apparently she was wrong and would have to act out more if she landed on another guy.

They went around with her landing on a girl this time. Given the fact that this was one of the few girls she'd dated in Cromwell, Viola once more felt the irony during the make-out session. Just to prove her 'manhood' to those who she knew were listening on the other side of the door, Viola allowed her fingers to wander down Helen's body, ultimately bringing off the redhead, who proved to be a screamer. Both returned to the group, most were hooting at them approvingly.

Olivia then spun again and…to Viola's glee…it landed on Duke. Both looked at each other with wide eyes, and Viola hooted at them, giving them a push towards the room while Kia, in a drunken mess by now, fell asleep with her head on Viola's lap.

As Duke and Olivia headed up the stairs, with half of the group hurrying up behind them, Viola ran her fingers through Kia's hair as the girl slept on her lap. She was glad. Finally Duke would get to have that kiss he fantasized about so much, and maybe this was the first step in him winning the blonde of his dreams.

"Hey!" Yvonne giggled as she appeared, half smashed, yet far from how most of the others were. "I haven't seen you in a bit, how are you?"

"Better than Kia." Viola laughed when the girl in question murmured something about rabid, fluffy pink bunnies.

Yvonne snorted. "Mark and I are heading home. We'll take her with us." As if on cue, Mark, Yvonne's elder brother appeared, and without any questions asked did as Yvonne said and threw Kia over his shoulder, taking the girl to their car. "See you later, okay?" Yvonne whispered, leaning forwards and giving Viola a kiss on her cheek before stumbling after her brother.

Seeing Duke and Olivia returning, Viola's smile died when she noticed that neither seemed blushing or blissful as any teen who'd had a good making out session would. Sure, their lips were bruised, evidence enough that they'd gone through with it—but their faces were missing a key expression…contentment.

Frowning, as they sat down silently on each side of her, Viola looked from one and the other, and then shook her head, deciding to get the scoop from Duke later on and see what in the world had gone wrong.

The game continued, with Duke and Olivia quiet, drinking more and more alcohol. Duke's turn came next, but Voila didn't pay much attention to it, her thoughts on her silent blonde companions. Duke spun the bottle, yawning while he did it, and then froze in mid-yawn when the bottle landed on none other than Viola.

Dear God.

Duke and her blinked at each other, before looking away rapidly. The guys were jeering while some of the girls made smooching noises, causing the situation to be even worse.

"Let's get this over with dude." Viola muttered, pushing herself to her feet and heading up the stairs, not daring to look back to see if Duke was coming with her or not—the whole while her heart was racing and her thoughts tortured. This was horrible! How the hell was she supposed to go through with this? Duke was her homey. He thought she was a guy! How were they ever going to look each other in the faces after this?

Soccer practice would be hell after this!

Entering the room, Viola went to the bed and then turned around in time to see Duke entering and closing the door behind him on the many jeering people outside.

They were silent, watching each other warily.

"I DON'T HEAR ANYTHING!" Someone screamed from outside.

"THE SEVEN MINUTES DON'T START UNTIL YOU TWO GET IT ON!" Another one added with a slur.

Once again, the only thing Viola could come up with was: "Dude, let's just get this over with."

Duke nodded, frown deep in place. "Word of this never gets back to Illyria." He threatened.

"What happens in Cromwell stays in Cromwell." Viola agreed rapidly, wanting nothing more than to get this done.

Sighing in defeat, Duke made up his face and closed his eyes.

Realizing she was going to have to make the move, Viola closed her eyes tightly and leaned forwards, more than prepared and willing for this to be a closed-mouth press more than anything else. But she wasn't prepared for the electric shock of awareness that jolted through her body the moment their lips touched.

It was as if Zeus himself had thrown a lightning bolt through her body, and when Duke gasped against her lips, the girl realized that she wasn't the only one who'd felt it.

Viola didn't know who'd moved first, maybe it was the alcohol or the drugged feeling that his lips on hers produced in her, but their closed-mouth pressing of the lips turned into a heated, scorching, claiming kiss and Viola found her hands on Duke's chest, with his hands fisted in her chin-length locks, keeping her immobile and unable to stop the kiss even if she'd wanted to.

A moan escaped her lips as she fisted her hands in his shirt, feeling his muscles rippling beneath her touch—and before she could process what'd happened, he'd twirled her around and pushed her against the wall, trapping her there with his body as he took the kiss deeper.

Heady from his kisses, Viola wondered why Duke didn't stop trying to talk to girls and just kiss them…he was a natural…and he was killing her with need.

Alcohol and need clouding her mind, Viola's hand traveled down between their bodies and cupped his raging hard-on through his pants, causing him to pull out of the kiss to hiss in pleasure, eyes closed, head rolled back as she stroked him, and he started to thrust slightly in her hand, adding to the pleasure.

"TIME'S UP!" Someone knocked on the door.

They jumped back, broken from the trance, and wouldn't look at each other.

Duke opened his mouth.

Viola waved him off, knowing that he'd try to fumble a way of telling her that if she told anyone about that he'd beat the shit out of her. "What happens in Cornwall…" She reminded him of their earlier agreement, going to the door and pulling it open, stalking back to the others, trying to ignore the fact that her whole body was trembling from the impact of his touch.

"Dude." Duke called as he hurried after Viola.

Hating herself for the blush that appeared on her face as she sat back down on the ground and grabbed hold of the bottle, Viola ignored him, looking at the bottle as if it held the meaning of life. She didn't have time to sort out this huge mess in her head, so to keep Duke from saying whatever he'd been about to say, she spun the bottle…and nearly cursed out loud when it landed on Olivia Lennox.

Olivia blushed, smiling wide and got up, wiping off the back of her dress. "Come on Sebastian."

God. You hate me. Don't you? Viola muttered with a look upwards as she got up and followed Olivia, who was quickly bouncing up the stairs. First you make me kiss Duke, and then you make me kiss the girl he likes? He's going to KILL me once he gets sober enough to use his fists—or feet. She groaned, already thinking of the bruises and black-eye that this party would cause her to have. Is my life some huge cosmic joke or something?

Closing the door behind her, Viola hardly had the time to look up before Olivia barreled into her, mouth attacking hers ferociously. She gave a choked cry, but it was muffled in the girl's mouth as she pressed up against her, running her fingers through Viola's hair.

Viola's last conscious thought before her mind lost all control and she succumb to the surprising intensity and desire transmitted in that kiss, was that her hair was oddly popular that night.

Returning the kiss, Viola realized with surprise that Olivia was trembling desperately, and the brunette softened the kiss, slowing it from a maddening rush to a deeper, softer probing of the tongue.

A strangled whimper erupted from the blonde, who tried to cup Viola, but the taller girl grabbed her hand before she could discover that she had nothing down there, instead, entwining her fingers through Olivia's. The other girl's trembling grew worse as the kiss deepened, a musky scent filling the room with its arousing properties.

Insinuating her jeans clad thigh between Olivia's when the other girl's whimpers grew desperate, Viola forced her eyes open and watched as the blonde bit down on her plump lip and began to rock slowly against the intruding thigh, hisses of pleasure escaping her mouth.

Balling her hands in Viola's shirt, Olivia's eyes were closed tightly, her mouth open, and her head tilted back as she continued to whimper like a little sexy kitten, bringing herself closer and closer quite rapidly, only proving to Viola how aroused the other girl was.

It took all of Viola's self control to only use her thigh to help bring Olivia off, and not her fingers…or mouth.

"Oh god…oh god…!" Olivia reached for Viola and smashed her mouth to hers, silencing her scream of completion as she came.

Continuing to rub Olivia with her thigh, Viola returned the kiss, neither realizing that some guys had snuck open the door at the sounds of Olivia's whimpers, and were watching, high-fiving each other and whispering about how Sebastian Hastings had suddenly become a playa since going to Illyria.

As Viola pulled away from Olivia, she watched the blonde basking in the blissful afterglow, her eyes half-closed and contented smile on her face before her eyes closed. And then she fainted away.

"Hey!" Viola grabbed her before she could hit her head on the floor. Turning to the door, she glared at the guys caught watching. "Well, don't just stand there! Help me pick her up!"

They left right after that. Andrew and Maria, being the only sober ones, drove the rest of them back to Illyria, and the blonde helped Maria take her friend up to the dorm room that they shared. Toby left his roommate to help the girls while he went to go to their dorm room to sleep off his drunkenness with his imaginary friend.

Viola and Duke didn't talk to each other, nor did they look at each other. In silence they made their way to their dorms and (with all their clothes on) went to bed right away, knowing that they'd have a hang-over from hell the next morning thanks to their partying.

At least there wasn't a fight between Cromwell and Illyria. We were so outnumbered they'd have kicked our asses.

Hugging the pillow to herself, back to Duke, Viola closed her eyes, replaying the night in her mind. She'd had two of the most intense, mind-blowing kisses she'd ever had in her life—both the same night by two very different people.

Two people she was trying to hookup.

She groaned at the insanity that was her life.

Well, at least both were so wasted they probably won't remember a thing tomorrow.

Her eyes widened. Hey, that's a good excuse! She'd pretend that she couldn't remember what'd happened the night before, and that way not only did Duke and Olivia not have to be completed humiliated by what'd happened (if they even remembered) but things would go back to the way they were before!

Viola Hastings, you are a genius.

With a smug smile on her face, she fell asleep, dreaming of the two very people she shouldn't—and of the kisses she'd never forget.

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(Duke)

When he was sure that Sebastian was asleep, Duke moved and sat up in bed, his head already killing him. He hadn't had as much to drink as everyone else, having cradled the same drink for hours on end while his friends and those from Cromwell just kept drinking and drinking.

But he wished that he'd drunk himself to oblivion.

That way he wouldn't have to remember the fact that he'd kissed Sebastian Hastings—and that it'd been the best kiss he'd ever had.

How was it that he finally got the opportunity to kiss Olivia Lennox, the girl of his dreams, and hadn't felt a thing? Not a twinge? Not a butterfly? Nothing.

But the moment Sebastian's lips touched his, he'd felt as if his body had exploded in a volcano of sensation, leaving him breathless. He'd never been comfortable with physical contact, his timidity with the ladies limiting his contact with them, but kissing Sebastian, touching him, it'd seemed right. Natural.

It'd gotten to the point that he'd pushed the smaller guy against the wall like any brute, and fisted his hands through his amazingly silky hair, his body's reaction had been to make sure that Sebastian couldn't escape. Sure, if Sebastian had put up some sort of fight Duke would have let him go—eventually—but the other boy had returned the kiss just as urgently, and when his hand had…

Duke paled…and then blushed, chancing a look in the direction of his sleeping roomie.

He'd been cupped, intimately, by another guy.

And he'd liked it!

Dammit if he hadn't gotten completely hard the moment those small, delicate hands came into contact with his dick—even if it were over his jeans.

He'd never gotten such a strong hard-on before, one so painful and hard to go away.

I knew we should have never gone to the territory of the enemy. Nothing good could EVER have come out of that! I should have known better! He berated himself, especially since he was growing hard just thinking of having Sebastian's hand on him again.

Duke didn't think he was gay…because the thought of Toby or Andrew or any other guy trying to do anything to him grossed him out majorly…but Sebastian?

He gulped.

His jeans were suddenly extremely uncomfortable.

Another thing that bothered him was his reaction to Olivia and Sebastian together. He'd felt rage, hard, cold, primitive rage when he'd followed the other guys up and listened to Olivia whimpering, crying out Sebastian's and god's names over and over again before obviously cumming.

And while that reaction should be normal considering his near obsession with the blonde—Duke hadn't been jealous of Sebastian—he'd been jealous of Olivia! He'd been furious that she'd been allowed to cum while he was still sporting a terribly painful hard-on only covered by his large jersey.

Duke sighed, lying back in bed.

He really needed to think.

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Wow…this has got to be the longest chapter I've ever written. 30 pages! Yeeha! (takes off cowgirl hat) how about you review? Pretty please?