MACEN HART THOUGHT CHRISTIAN VEGOS was one of the luckiest men on the planet.
macen couldn't recall any particular occasion when he had had a conversation with the young man, but he did know that whenever he saw christian, the wondrous aureate van hensberg was usually firm at his hip. gliding along with the perfect fine ease that she carried, as she spoke to the only person she interacted with in their entire school.
how fortunate dear christian was.
for, he had an in with the prize.
he knew everything sacred about her.
her likes. her dislikes.
her pretty little secrets.
everything that would be necessary for macen to carry out his plan the way he wanted to.
everything that macen needed to know.
so his first and most important step, was to find out what role dear christian performed in aureate van hensberg's biographical screenplay.
was he just a friend? a boyfriend? a secret lover desperately awaiting the day she wanted more from their heated companionship, just like him?
it was dire for macen to know.
because no matter what it would take, little or large, christian vegos needed to be out of the picture.
it was macen's turn to play with little aureate.
and he wanted her all to himself.
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preston preparatory covered a whopping 104 acres of land.
it was a substantially large school, and it had a substantially large student body to go along with it.
there were many pupils, of many different colors, from many different backgrounds, with many different interests, and many different schedules. it was a forever expanding kingdom of the wealthiest of teenage elites with tears from catier's displays and hearts sculpted from italian leather.
so it often puzzled macen hart, the way he almost always ended up being in the same vicinity as ms. aureate van hensberg on the grand campus of their select school.
it must've been fate, really. even the universe wanted him to have her.
so what was the harm in playing along?
macen always did have the sweetest spot for games. for, he adored the rush; the deceit; the power; and of course, the award at the end. macen hart saw beauty in all of it. well, a close relative of beauty. a cousin perhaps.
see, macen hart couldn't truly recognize beauty, in anything. everything was tainted or stained to him in some way or another, there was no beauty in his world.
and in the vain community of preston, macen hart's world was the only one worthy of living in. just about everyone strived to be notable through the scathing eyes of macen hart. but he thought they all looked more or less the same.
macen hart saw the world through shards of glass.
everything was broken, most was harmful. there were hidden destructive tendencies in the most jolie of things. nothing was safe and trust was a twisted fairytale for the young and the ignorant. the closest macen hart had ever gotten to beauty, were the instances when he was met with aureate van hensberg.
he saw something different in her than cracked porcelain dolls he'd grown accustomed to. something in her glossy hazel green gaze that emanated jade and reminded him of spring breezes.
