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Wizards of Waverly Place: He's Evil
Chapter 3
By The Master Commander

Sometimes Alex wondered why she was the only one that noticed the odd things Justin did, in her idle thoughts she considered the possibility that maybe she was just that good at her job of being a distraction. At other times though, she couldn't help but puzzle over why nobody else could see that Mr. Goody-Goody Justin Russo was an evil mastermind that would not only enslave them but do so while they praised him for it.

Take, for example, the fact that he had just won the election for Student Body President.

Now, it was to be expected that Justin would be proud of this achievement (especially after all the trouble he had went through thanks to Alex's new friend Stevie). But what wasn't expected was the way he had gloated about out-smarting Zeke, to his best-friends own face no less, and breaking their pact. It just didn't fit with the Good Guy image that Justin had so carefully cultivated all these years, and yet Zeke despite being shocked didn't lash out verbally or physically like others would have.

Of course the whole affair could have been written off by the mere fact that Zeke was Justin's best-friend, and much like Harper was to Alex, simply conditioned to respond a certain way toward Justin. Sadly however, there was no way to logically explain why Justin could get away with happily gloating to his other 'friends' about his victory: in the spirit of school pride, he was going to do everything he could to make the school better.

Only, Alex knew, that was a bald faced lie. The only reason he had run for this thing was because he wanted to pad his college application, he didn't care about improving the school anymore than he had to so he could convince everyone he was what they thought he was. Crossing her arms, leaning against her locker and watching him (and there was no other word for it) Monologue, Alex had to at least admit it was nice to be present for his first (and totally expected because, duh, it was Justin) successful evil plan.

Alex was still trying to figure out how he pulled it off though, since he wasn't that popular and everyone knew elections were popularity polls in high school. He could have used magic, but she was reasonably sure that her own safety spells would have noticed magic like that. Maybe he had someone helping him, but Alex couldn't really figure out - Abruptly Alex mentally slapped her forehead, realizing that rebellious Stevie was the answer.

The other girl was evil, no doubt about that, but unlike Alex she had no clue that Justin was an evil Master Mind. It would have been child splay for him to convince Alex's new friend that rigging things so he won was all her idea. Alex tried to consider how he went about it, or what he made her believe would be the benefit for her in the long run, but it required too much effort to bother figuring out.

So instead, Alex turned away from the gloating Justin, she had her won schemes after all, a girl's work was never done after all.

Two hours later, after a little creative magic to ensure that she's getting some passing grades in certain classes, Alex was lounging on the stairs sketching the hallway, waiting for the final bell and the chance to molest Justin on the way home. Idly she lamented the fact that she'd been unable to talk Harper into ditching classes with her, but the fact was that it was progressively getting harder to sway the other girl.

"Alex." Justin hissed appearing around the corner like some wanna-be spy from a bad-spy movie.

"Hmm?" Alex hummed, glancing up at him, just as he grabbed her wrist arm. Glancing from his hand to his face, she arched an eyebrow, giving him a deadpanned look "What are you doing?"

"We need to talk." Justin growled, grey eyes narrowing as he dragged her up and into a nearby empty class room. She was just starting to protest the sudden movement, since it made her drop her sketch pad, when he released her with a slight shove, sending her stumbling slightly into a desk.

"Ow! What the heck is wrong with you?" Alex whined rubbing her hip and turning to glare at him, even as the smuttier part of her mind crowed at the similarities to what she had done to him earlier. But so far, besides that first kiss when she originally brought up the fact she knew he was evil, she had been the aggressor so the odds of him making a move on her -in school no less- were insanely small. Especially given the fact that he was only recently elected school body president, he probably wouldn't do anything to risk that or blemish his reputation.

"You." Justin said, his tone suddenly glacially cool, prompting her to really focus on him.

Despite his calm words and posture, there was s look on his face that set off alarm bells her in mind and sent shivers up her spine. It wasn't an angry look exactly, but there was an intensity there that made Alex back away instinctively, forcing a desk to slid as she did so. Justin watched her for a moment and then started stalking towards her, head lowered in a predatory way, his gaze fixed on her.

A second later she reached a desk that was pinned to a corner, and he was suddenly invading her personal space, hands holding onto the edge of the desk on either side of her hips, pinning her between him and it. His eye flashed with victory and before she could fully process it, his mouth was moving hungrily against hers - with a moan she moves to match his kiss, untucking his shirt and siding her hands beneath the edge of it before moving them up his stomach.

"Any particular reason you're assaulting me?" Alex whispered huskily, reluctantly breaking the kiss, wanting to know in case it was something she's done and thus a repeatable offense.

"Celebrating." Justin growled throatily back, and then they were kissing again.

At which point even the concept of higher thought processes disappeared: all that mattered now was the warm, firm body and lips pressing against each other.