Then again, he could disgress...

He was too busy enjoying the cigarette, though. Not just the taste, but the whole premise, the fact that he could smoke these babies without anyone jumping on his back. His eyes glanced up at the horizon, the immense campus that laid still below him, spanning the variety of small buildings and huge structures, the plethora of exquisite flora and fauna that he swore he saw on the cover of a college brochure.

Good lord, he hated that sight.

But it was all good. Yep...he could smoke in peace without anyone giving him that damn "Smoking Stinks" lecture, or even flashing him a white shirt with an iron on no smoking logo from 1983.

They wouldn't be on his back anymore. No more telling him that he couldn't do this or do that. No more intimidation. No more fighting. No more using what "God" gave you for your own game. No more sending people to the hospital. No more living the life -he- wanted. He couldn't be a sadistic bastard.

Then again, he didn't mind being a sadistic bastard. He knew he was. He was born one. And they knew it. It was the only thing he and the elders of the school agreed on.

And that's what would blow their freaking minds.

Page took another drag of his cigarette, eyes still focused on Madison Joint College Preparatory, shaking his head in disgust. "My God, it is pretty," he said with a chuckle. "Too pretty..."Gaia" would have a field day prancing around in these fields. One big happy Coca-Cola commercial. It's enough to make a cat sick.

"That's why I'm going to make it beautiful. Make it beautiful in my way. Make them realize they need some diversity. Besides, how will I get to the party schools if I don't graduate."

A soft, feminine laugh came from behind him. "I always did like your sense of humour, Page. That's why I'm helping you out like this. And that's why I'm your chica."

"As if the latter was required of you, Star" Page said rather non-chalantly, "but if you insist."

Star growled, her violet eyes vibrant as her long, black hair flowed within the breeze. "Ugh! You're such a man!"

"A man with skills, baby. Ultimate skills. And unfortunately, some people can't handle that." He took one last drag, and threw his cig to the ground. "That's all right though. I'll make them handle it. After all, they said they needed diversity."

Star gazed at him as he walked to the edge of the cliff, a bemused expression on her face. "And just how do you plan to do this?"

Page chuckled, turning back to her. "I'm not going to tell you."

Her mouth gaped. "Say what?"

Page smiled. "I told you, I'm not going to tell you. You'll just have to follow my lead. After all, you said you trust me."

"Maybe so...but what makes you think whatever idea you have is going to work."

Page chuckled. His vibrant gray eyes shone in the light of the moon, laced with mischief and malice. His body, from his white blonde her, down to his chiseled chest, and to his corded thighs, energy ran high. Star was overwhelmed...such energy was so delightful to feel, so seductive...it could have drawn even the strongest person to their knees. That's when she knew...she didn't even have to ask. It was going to work. Whatever the plan was, it would work.

"You don't even have to ask, Star," Page said quietly. "Everything will turn out. I know it will because I said so. By the time I'm done, things will be the way I want them." He turned back to Madison, chuckling. "They know I'm coming. If they didn't, they wouldn't have gone through such great lengths to find three new students...isn't that right, Star?"

"Yes," she said cheerily. "They came in a few weeks back. Everyone can't stop talking about them."

"Good. That means there hopes are up. All the better for me to crush them." He paused, yet Star could feel his lips curling into a sinister smile. "I'll have what's mine. I know those new students will be used to stop me. Then again, that's what I'm counting on. Finally, I'll be able to let these people know that I truly am a god."