Title: Kings
Summary: Tim Scam: the self-declared King of the school who knows everything about everyone and is the person who quietly grants people the permission to do anything. Sam: his unwilling successor after he graduates.
Rating: T
Pairing: Scam/Sam
Dedication: Well I was actually thinking of Cresenta while I was on my way to Canada (where she lives lol) when I thought of this idea… so it's dedicated to her! :D Thanks Cresenta's Lark :D
Warning: This is EXTREMELY AU (alternate universe). To the max. Learn to deal with it. It's just for the story. :D
Tim Scam rolled his shoulders back, feeling a light crack in them before looking back to the teacher who was speaking in mumbles. Glancing his eyes over his notebook, (which he skimmed past because he knew everything there was to know about Physics), he let his eyes drift to the window he was sitting next to. His eyes landed on a girl with short black hair reading her textbook outside in the courtyard, and he had to go through a list of names before remembering her name.
Alex.
He sighed inaudibly and looked back in front of him to give his teacher the assumption that he was the good student she always had believed him to be. He watched a girl with short, pointed blonde hair discreetly text someone underneath her desk, while keeping her eyes straight on the teacher. A useful trait, he thought, knowing how he had needed to text various people during the day as to keep his organization intact. Her name was… Cassie? No that didn't sound right. He was sure he would get it soon enough. He made it a point to know everyone's name in the school, (it was useful when it came to making the cliques), but it was hard to forget the names of people he didn't care much for.
Cara. No, Cindy? finished her text and put her phone away and pretended to listen to the teacher. Tim rolled his eyes at her behavior. If you were going to text in class, the least you could do was actually learn the material being taught to you. He knew that whatever her name was, (he was better with faces then he was with names), was currently failing this class and had to rely on her friend for tutoring help.
His eyes shifted to the left, at Carrie's friend. No, that wasn't right either. He really needed to get Derek to give him her file. Not knowing something bothered him immensely.
Sam Simpson, one of the top students at this school, ignored the vibration in her pocket from the text Clover just sent her.
Ah! Clover. Yes that was it.
Tim slightly smirked at the way Sam ignored her text, and continued to diligently take notes. He rolled his shoulders back again. He didn't get much sleep last night. He was too busy planning the new system for the school, something akin to a food chain. He, of course, would be at the top, and his followers would be below him. Below them would be those who didn't enjoy his reign over the school, (something that most people knew about but chose to ignore since it was safer that way), and below them would be the people who were cautious enough to not even get involved in his leadership. Of course in between there would be room for people like Clover, who followed him but would be pushed away because he couldn't stand their behavior, and people like Alex who never bothered him, but were wise enough to stay out of his way.
Of course, he was still making many improvements. Those were only the basics of the idea. He still had to decide if those who defied him should be on the lowest part of the food chain. He wasn't sure who insulted him more; those who defied him, or those who outright ignored him all together. Though, he supposed those who ignored him were only looking out for their own safety yet knew they were part of some group under him anyway, so he would move them up. Those who defied him would be preyed on.
And of course, there had to be room for people like Sam.
He looked at the redhead again. Her hair was covering half her face, yet he could still see the determined look on her face as she copied notes. As one of the top students at the school, Sam was supposed to be a part of his reign, near the top where he could keep an eye on her. She was a threat; anyone with an IQ near equal to his was a threat. She could overthrow him any second.
Of course, he knew Sam would never do that. She didn't care much for the system. She was just a simple girl who wanted to enjoy high school, get good grades, possibly be Valedictorian of her grade and graduate to go into an Ivy League college. Which he was sure she could do. He had faith in her.
He knew he was going to be Valedictorian of his grade. It was fairly obvious as well. Sam held no threat in this case because she was one year below him, but as a senior he was going to graduate in nine months, and he still needed a successor.
Which, if it wasn't obvious by now, was supposed to be Sam.
She was a pretty and smart girl, and she was popular in her own grade. She'd make a fine successor, a lot better than that Arnold Leucher. That kid may have been smart, but his looks were poor as was his popularity. It was survival of the fittest in his reign, and he wanted that to continue.
There was an Amanda Orcid in 10th grade, and with some prodding he knew he could get Sam to pick Amanda as her successor if she chose to be his successor. Or Richard Manning, another student in 10th grade whose GPA was equal to Amanda's. He was sure as the year passed he would see who would be the King or Queen of this school in two years.
Tim pursed his lips before ripping out a small piece of paper from his notebook. He scribbled some words in a nice script print, before folding it and passing it to Sam.
She paused writing her notes at the sight of the folded piece of paper. From the corner of his eye, Tim noticed how she was debating to open the paper. Opening a folded paper from Tim Scam was something akin to an invitation.
Hm, perhaps he shouldn't have folded the note. Oh well. He rarely did things he regretted, but he knew this could also serve as a test of sorts.
Ah, she made a decision.
She returned the paper back to him, folded and unopened, the way he had left it.
Tim knew he should have left it at that. There was no use in recruiting someone who obviously had no interest in his shady businesses, (speaking of which, he needed to clear the drug deals from the school. He wasn't one for drugs, but it wasn't even that as it was that he heard a rumor of cops coming to the school tomorrow to check for drugs. He couldn't give his school a bad image, could he?). To be fair, he genuinely did like Sam. She pretended to be ignorant when she knew exactly what was going on. He liked that.
But he couldn't leave her alone. Tim Scam did not pick two successors. He picked two or three candidates and chose one successor and never backed down from his decision.
Samantha Simpson didn't have much of a choice in the matter.
He sighed and put the small note back in his pocket, feeling the slight smirk that he was sure Sam was wearing right now. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of thinking he had lost though. Tim ripped out another small piece of paper and scribbled another note onto it before sending it back to her, unfolded.
Can we meet later for the lab write up?
Sam pursed her lips. Heh, he knew he had her. Sam wouldn't refuse to meet about something for school.
He supposed he was pretty lucky for becoming lab partners with his successor. (Well it wasn't much of "luck" as it was blackmailing her previous lab partner to change classes with him before Sam even realized what happened. Of course, it also involved bribing the teacher into seating him with Sam. He had to get to know his successor on a personal level of course.)
She wrote something back to him in neat print.
Fine.
Sam looked back at the teacher and ignored his presence for the rest of the class.
Tim almost laughed at her rebellious behavior towards him. He knew she wasn't doing it on purpose; Sam particularly cared for her safety (more than some of the people in his school), so her ignoring him was her way of protecting herself. She knew about his system; he was sure of it. But she pretended to not know about it, like her friend Alex. Smart people, he thought, knowing once someone got involved in his system it was impossible to back out. Her dumb blonde friend should have learned that lesson wisely, but it was too late for her now. Soon, Clover would be meeting with Duncan Rogers, fall in "love" with him as he expected, and the events that followed that would be in accordance of his other plans.
Tim wondered why Sam continued to befriend Clover. Sam, while similar to him in many ways, was very different from him. She didn't use people like he did. Unless she did, and he didn't know about it. That would be an interesting surprise.
He listened to the teacher mumble for the next 20 minutes before standing up at the sound of the bell. He glanced next to him, watching Sam quickly pack her books up to leave.
"How does tonight at my house sound?"
Sam looked up to the sound of his voice. Remembering that he had spoken, Sam opened her mouth to speak. "Sure", she said somewhat reluctantly, (he laughed at this fact). "What time?"
Tim shrugged, gathering his own books in his arms, "Does 7 o'clock sound good?"
Sam nodded before turning to leave.
He usually never made any rash decisions, and was suddenly very, very glad he had introduced Sam to his house a few times before, for many other "lab write-ups" that he knew he could do by himself, but really. Ignoring his precious lab partner like that was rude.
Besides, tonight would be the night he introduced the prospect of becoming his successor to her.
Tim walked out the door of the classroom, easily juggling his books in his hands. He had given her hints before, subtly telling her how the game worked and how he wanted her to be the new Queen of the school. She hadn't reacted to it.
He didn't expect her to. His Samantha had a stable personality. She would not be irrational at one moment and turn rational the next. He knew her.
She was made to be his Queen.
Later that night, when she was sitting on his desk chair (not on his bed though. Sam thought that would make him think that she was suggesting something she wasn't.), he looked her over, watching how diligently she was working on their lab report. (So cute, he thought when he looked at her. He'd be glad to do the lab report for her (in a few minutes), but Sam didn't like smooching off people.)
"Does your friend know Duncun Rogers?"
Sam looked at up that, curious and slightly interested yet she pretended not to be. He continued, "The blonde one, Clover."
Sam seemed to be mulling over telling him the truth or not, but decided it couldn't hurt much. "Yea."
"So she's met him already?"
Something in his tone made Sam look at him suspiciously… As if he knew that Clover already met Duncun.
Then why did he ask it?
Tim smirked. Most people wouldn't be able to read someone like Sam, but he could just look her in the eyes and know what she was thinking immediately.
Leaning against his bed post and crossing his leg over his other, he looked at her with a grin.
"See… Clover, being the social butterfly that she is, will ask Duncun out tomorrow afternoon", he told Sam, whose eyebrows were narrowing because she couldn't fathom why he knew this. He continued, "She's going to invite him to the party that Amanda Richards is planning to have but hasn't decided if she will or not. She will", Tim reassured her, only leaving Sam more confused. "But next week, Greg Kiploski will ask Clover to be his date to the party and Clover will tell him yes, not remembering that she is already going with Duncun."
'What?' Sam thought, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"On the night of the party, Clover will realize her dilemma and call you and Alex over to her house", Tim said, looking straight into Sam's eyes, "Clover will not be able to convince you to take Greg to the party for her, but Alex will agree, being the nice girl she is, and Clover and Alex will go to the party. You on the other hand", he said, giving Sam a look over, "Have planned to go to a formal dinner with your parents as a celebration for their successful business."
"How do you know that?" Sam asked angrily, rising up from her chair, her lab report forgotten.
He held a finger up, telling her he wasn't done. "You were planning on just dancing with Richard Baynes at the party, the arrogant son of Conner Baynes, just so you can make your parents happy that you danced at the party." He ignored Sam's widening eyes. "When you come home, you will be in shock after you hear what happened. At the party, Greg was angry at Clover for dumping him for Duncun and started a fight. People asked what went on, Greg spread a rumor that Clover was two-timing him, and Clover's reputation will be tarnished for good."
Sam's jaw dropped slightly, "… How do you—", she asked breathlessly.
Tim shrugged. "I make it a point to know everything about my subjects."
"Subjects? What are you talking about—"
"Don't play dumb with me", he said harshly. It was about time Sam showed acknowledgement of his social status at this school. He was tired of her ignoring him and pretending to know nothing, when in reality she knew everything.
"You've heard the title 'King of the School' yes? Usually it's just a phrase for the most popular kid in the school but I take the role more… seriously", he said, standing up from his place on the bed and walking up to her, her face inches from his.
"I know everything there is to know about everyone", he continued, his height letting him tower over her. Sam didn't look away from his storming eyes. "Any action a person takes is made because I allow them to", he whispered to her.
Sam looked away. Angrily, he cupped her chin and forced her to look back up at him. Face him.
"And you know this", he said, cupping her jaw line gently and rubbing his thumb across her chin. With some resentment Sam pulled herself away from him. Tim lightly growled under his breath but let her move away.
Sam didn't say anything for a while, but he could see her debating the issue in her mind.
"… So?" she said after a few minutes, not looking at him but choosing to look at the ground instead.
"My successor can't be ignorant of the system."
Sam's head shot up at that. "Successor?" Sam shouted indignantly. "I don't want any part of this!" she cried, still shouting her resentment.
He kept his face cold and impassive. "You don't have a choice", he said callously.
Sam's lower lip quivered before she gulped deeply and pushed past him to grab her coat and bag. Once both were in her grasp, she stalked down his room to leave.
"You can't run from this", he said loudly, smirking as he saw her freeze in the middle of the doorway.
Sam frowned, looking back at him to show him her glare, "I can try", she mumbled, before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
He wouldn't go after her. She felt safe knowing that.
Clover was texting again, Tim noticed, watching her do the same thing she did every day: text and pretend to listen to the teacher. Expectantly, he looked at Duncun who, with a small smirk, grabbed the phone out of his pocket and read his text.
Sam, as usual, was paying attention to the teacher and ignoring him as much as she could. Amusedly, he wondered how she found ways to avoid him while still in the same class.
Tim sent her a small note. Unfolded.
She would attempt not to look, Tim knew this, but soon her curiosity would be killing her and she would look down, skim the note quickly and then look back up, pretending to not have read it.
She did just that.
Sam scanned the words written in nice handwriting with a small frown on her face.
I can stop Clover from saying yes to Greg. I can stop her from asking Duncun. I could even stop Amanda from throwing the party in the first place.
Sam bit her lip anxiously. What Tim had said about the party that would happen soon was eating away at her. While normally she wouldn't think twice about a "prediction", Sam knew that Tim had control of the school. Knowing him (and his attempts to get her to be his successor; she was aware of the hints he had dropped but she wouldn't go near them with a ten foot pole), he probably staged Clover and Duncun to meet that day on the football field after cheerleading and football practice, then ordered Greg to ask her out and convinced Amanda to have the party. Just to get her to this point.
Sam closed her eyes tiredly. She didn't want to be a part of this, but Clover was her best friend since kindergarten and she couldn't let Clover fall in such a degrading manner.
With some courage, Sam picked up her pen and scribbled a note back to Tim.
I can solve my own problems. Thanks.
He smirked when he read her note.
When class ended, Sam packed up quickly and tapped Clover's shoulder, sending her a smile before dragging her to their next class. Slowly, Scam followed the pair in the hallway, sending glares to anyone who was thinking of interrupting their conversation.
Listening closely, Tim heard Sam warn Clover about hearing that Greg was going to ask her out. Clover, of course, got excited but Sam cautioned her, saying she was already leading Duncun on. She would have to pick one and promise her (on their friendship, how cute) that she would stick with that plan.
Clover rolled her eyes and told Sam not to worry, but Tim smirked when he heard Sam telling Clover about a fake rumor that Greg was trying to bring her down. Clover got angry quickly, called Greg a douche bag before walking into class.
Smart girl, Tim thought, watching Sam sigh in relief.
With a grin, Tim turned around and walked to his own class, his mission accomplished.
Sam may have thought she was disobeying him or ignoring his power, when in reality he planned for her to solve this problem herself. She thought she was fixing it on her own but that's what he wanted her to do! How else would she practice controlling others as a Queen?
Sam was pretending to be ignorant, he knew, but there was no way she could hide now. She was brought into this system when he decided she was going to be his successor.
She wouldn't be allowed to back out now.
So…? Your thoughts? Are the roles here interesting to you guys? Any questions?
I'll be honest with you guys; I have no idea if I should continue this or not. -.- Your reviews will really tell me that. If you guys liked this and want to see more, please review. :) I still don't know if I should delete this or not so your reviews will really help me make that decision. :)
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Ivy