The Pretty List ~ A Lams AU

✨1 - Deal✨

Alex

You can't really believe everything you see.

Things said, things in the media, things in the news, most likely its fake. People love to tell lies, they love to make things up, pulling things out of thin air.

And people love to hear them, they're completely helpless.

It's just lies circulating in the air.

And I am about to contribute to those lies.

I take a deep, shuddering breath. My heart is racing like crazy and I'm trying hard not to have a panic attack.

It's a shame the mirror in front of me was a two-way mirror, I could have done with checking my appearance one last time. I had to wear something at least relatively smart, if I had shown up in sweats how could I be taken seriously. So, jeans, which is something that I usually never wear, and a shirt. My hair sleeked back into a smart ponytail, a few stands loose, a perfect one like you see in the magazines.

And a bunch of makeup, just to make me look attractive. Because that's rather what I'm aiming for.

Because, sitting on the other side of the glass, is the prettiest person alive.

The Pretty List. Dictates the society we live in. As soon as you hit the age of thirteen, you are legally entered into the list of the prettiest people in the country. I'm sure it would be the world, but after World Wars IV & V they cut off contact, only in rare circumstances is there any.  Most of them could be dead for all we know. And now every year, each year there is a manic time known literally as Voting Season, where for a time for about 2 weeks, each person has a single vote which they use to vote for the 'pretty people'. Unless you are in the top 100 list, you don't get to be voted for. Most people wouldn't anyway, they'd vote for someone they already know in the top 10 most likely. It's mostly a publicity stunt rather than your looks. So now society dictated by who is prettiest. 

And who might be prettiest I hear you ask?

Well, that would have to be a certain John Laurens.

Five years in a row he sat on that No 1 throne, since he was 14. He was mostly put in because he was "cute", and then his story spread of a boy who had 5 siblings to look after, his mom died and he came out as gay only to be physically abused by his dad. So of course the sympathy reigned and by 14 he was one of the most famous people ever. Held the crown ever since.

I mean, who wouldn't have voted him in. He's got beautifully smooth skin, perfect freckles adorned all over his body, gorgeous green eyes that are the same shade as grass, and flowing brown locks that trail past his shoulders, but is normally tied up in a ponytail like mine. He's everyone's crush, girls all fawn over him even though they know he's gay, and it's not much different to the boys.

And, this man, the prettiest person ever, is currently sitting in an interrogation room, in handcuffs. He's leaning back on the chair, rocking on it slightly, his hands neatly resting on the table. His hair is tied back in his signature ponytail, one eyebrow slightly raised. His face showed no emotion, all features relaxed. His hands were still, his nature calm even. I wouldn't be this calm if they had me on murder charges.

Oh, did I forget to mention? John Laurens was accused of murder. The murder of Francis Kinloch, his own boyfriend. The details haven't been released to the public yet, but apparently it was a very sticky situation, all the evidence points to him being guilty. I heard he was going to plead not guilty, but I don't rightfully know. If he did it he was quite smart about it, but not smart enough.

So then, what would I doing here?

Well, due to the entire law system being fucked up, which you may have guessed from the fact that the world is run by a standing of who's prettiest, our lawyers have come together to for a deal of sorts. Approved by the judge and all.