"Conquering the world on horseback is easy ...it is dismounting and governing that is hard." ~Gengis Khan

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President Hale Winters III is exactly who you think he is, and exactly who you want him to be: The Once and Future Prom King for Life. The guy most likely to succeed at just being cool, without actually trying too hard. At six foot two tall, with his blonde hair, clear cold blue eyes, and perfectly chiseled cheeks, deeply tanned from the summer sun. The perfect golden boy quarterback archetype, who looked more like a G.Q. model than a Gridiron godling.

In the fourth quarter of the big game, where the entire season on the line, with only a minute left to play? Hale is the guy you want with the ball calling the shots. Because when the chips are down and all looks hopeless...Winter is Coming. Which is why it is a perfect time for his holiness to randomly appear on the scene, because above all else Hale Winters III is a winner.

The school is adorned with spirit posters in his honor, proclaiming the slogan "Winter is Coming!" While he's never actually read Game of Thrones or any other of those nerd books ...he couldn't agree more with that sentiment. As the slogan encompassed one of the things most important to him. Even as a lowly Freshmen QB, two junior varsity cheerleaders picked him up from a varsity victory party for his Virgin Sacrifice. Then they fought over who was gonna have a go at him first. But then to his eternal detriment and damnation, they decided to share him instead. The first of many such moments for his holiness Hale. Because from that moment on, Hale has been addicted to his own adoration, but most especially in bed. Because in addition to Hale Winters III being a winner, he is also narcissist to the extreme.

So Hale smiles at everyone, and everyone smiles at Hale. "Hey, you look great today!" Hale always says to everyone who counts, with his second most charismatic smile. And everyone believes him ...that they do in fact look great. Because that is the kind of guy Hale Winters is, he makes you feel better about yourself just for knowing him.

Hale especially makes a point to smile at Courtney Cavanagh. Because Courtney liked him the summer of sixth grade when he was not quite cool yet. While Courtney's star has long since plummeted after that sad Sophomore bad skin summer, Hale believes in paying his debts. So they remain the best of friends and he always smiles at her, and she always smiles back. Because like everyone else, including Hale, she is in love with Hale.

Hale exudes confidence and leadership, both on the football field and off. Which was probably why he was elected student body president, without even actually trying. Unfortunately for Hale, he was going to be elected class president whether he liked it or not. Because no one would ever think to run against him last year, except some gay rights girl he didn't really understand. But this created a huge problem for Hale, but not because of the gay rights girl. But because Hale was pretty sure that being President meant having to do some things he wasn't really used to doing. Responsibility things, like showing up at appointed hours and dealing with people he wasn't comfortable talking to, aka the "little losery people". The kind of people who didn't count as much as he and his friends in the Popular Peoples Party did. Hale found this unacceptable, because it meant that he might be forced to actually care about something other than himself.

So with that in mind, Hale walked to the student council office last year, to officially withdraw out of the presidential race. A place that he had never actually been before, or had ever cared to visit. Which was when he met Jade Sin, the head of the election committee. To explain to her that he really needed to drop out of the race, that wasn't really a race, in order to focus on other things. More important things like Hale enjoying just being Hale.

But then Jade Sin asked Hale an unexpectedly hard question: "Okay, what other things?"

So in an odd moment of truth and carnal clarity, Hale replied honestly. "Mostly me and my sex life? Cause this president stuff sounds like it is really going to cut into my me time?"

Which was when Hale learned that sometimes honesty is in fact, the best policy after all. Because Jade Sin had a master plan for high school too. A plan that included Hale doing nothing at all, besides just being the best Hale he could be. But of course, with Jade as Student Council Secretary controlling everything else that mattered. As unlike Hale who loved his adoring fans, Jade's leadership style had always been a bit more circumspective, something akin to the claw behind the throne?

So she shared her master plan with Hale. "What if you won't actually have to do a thing besides be yourself? And I will handle everything else that matters. Just like an executive assistant ...but with benefits?"

"What kind of benefits?" Hale asked suddenly suspicious of all this honesty.

"Lots and lots of sex benefits for you, if you want them?" Jade smiled slyly. "And unlike a lot of your current playmates, I actually like to share."

As Hale had previously judged Jade as "pretty doable for a smart chick" anyways? He said the only thing that someone like Hale can say in such a strange circumstance.

"Okay ...prove it."

So Jade happy proved her points right there on the outgoing president's desk ...twice. Thus began the deepest, and by far most profoundly fulfilling relationship, of Hale's so far absolutely awesome existence. The tryst and twists that started on that day in presidential chambers continued on for the best months of Hale's absolutely awesome life to date. Because the love that he and Jade shared was that rarest of loves. For like Hale, Jade loved herself more than anyone else in the entire universe. A perfect union of two lost souls, who loved themselves best, over all the rest.

Something else of import to note about Hale Winters III. He and Jade did not go to Cancun on Vaycay this summer with Morgan Blaine, as they had previously planned. He and Jade both had been very much looking forward to that getaway at Morgan's parent's private condo for a month of naked fun under the hot Cancun sun. They did not go on Vaycay as previously planned, because Morgan had to go to summer school because of an unfortunate F in political science. A grade, given to her by a substitute teacher who changed the final exam at the last minute. An exam that she had been fully prepared to cheat on all the way to Cancun ...one Gregory Dyuhvetter.

And above all else, a Winter always pays his debts.

Fast forward six months later to the present day...

El Presidente Hale III has been having a pretty damn decent day, all things considered. After another very satisfying round of double lunchtime sex off campus, with not only Jade in attendance but another one of his three usual playmates. He has thanked himself again for having the foresight to let Jade rearrange his social-sex-life to her liking. In order that he had a free period before lunch, instead of seventh period off like the rest of the Seniors. Because after all, now that he was EL Presidente, he had student counsel "stuff" to do in seventh period before football practice. So double lunchtime sex had become a necessary thing for his personal "Hale time".

Afterward, the undisputed King of Cool usually held court at his reserved table in the tree-shaded quad, for tanning time in the sun. His current Court Ladies consisting of among others: Jade, of course, Cyndi #2, his "best bud" Courtney and Becks Slater, the head Cheerleader from Hell and an unfortunate member of his current Court. For in Hale's opinion, just being around Becky Slater was akin to contracting Herpes. While it wouldn't kill you like Aids would? It was always just there, irritating and festering just under the skin, waiting to be a bitch and making you itch.

Which is why Hale intentionally ignored Becks Slater the majority of the time. As she tended alking about things he didn't care about, namely not Hale. Instead Hale spent his time doing something worthwhile, scanning the lunch shelter looking for his next sexual quasi-conquest. What Hale referred to as "Cherry Picking". Scouting out potential talent for Jade to make his sleeping arrangements with. But only if agreeable to all parties, because Hale doesn't believe in pressuring anyone to adore him. After all, everyone loves Hale ...but most of all Hale loves Hale. And in Hale's world, there must be something seriously wrong with you, if you don't love him too.

"Jade, what's going on with all the Juniors?" Hale eyes the tumultuous flocks under the lunch shelter shade. "They seem so oddly energetic today for some reason?"

"Something about a scene in one of the homerooms this morning has them all riled up, and up in each other asses." Jade Sin narrows her eyes haughtily.

Hale likes the fact that Jade always knows all things that he should know, way before he needs to know them. Hale sometimes wonders what he ever did without Jade knowing all the things that he needed to know ahead of time? But then again Hale also wonders what is going to happen next year to him if he and Jade don't get into the same college?

"Anyone, we know in the mix?" Hale lazily forages into his lunch in search of something to rehydrate himself form his sextra-curricular activities.

"Yeah, but nothing and no one we would ever care about." Becks Slater smirks.

But Hale doesn't listen to Becks, primarily because she wasn't one of his current seven sex friends. Becks has offered herself to him several times since freshman year, but Hale has rejected her advances on principle. Primarily because Butcher banged her first, and some things are just all kinds of wrong. And in Hale's exalted opinion The Butcher of San Fall is definitely one of them.

Hale was there that "Once day at Da Frost" when The Butcher worked his magic all over that one poor flock's face. Needless to say, that made a grave impression on Hale. Because that was when he realized exactly what humiliating defeat looked like, and something worse than death. So Hale made it a point to stay very far away from all the things The Butcher related, just in case they might come back to haunt him.

"Well, they certainly seem to care ...or something?" Hale points out to Jade, who nods slowly back in agreement.

Jade knows only too well that Hale is highly interested in what drives other people. Primarily seeing that he has virtually no drive himself to care about much of anything, besides the getting laid, played and paid. And as far as secrets of success go, Hale is just bright enough to understand that that's pretty much all there is left for him in life. Everything else is about the effort required to accomplish those important three things, getting played, paid and laid to the glory that is Hale.

"So what's the vine on all this nothing?" Hale frowns down.

"It's all over the vines that one blind chick and her boyfriend got into shit this morning for something about a kiss? That is if you can believe the vines?" Jade chimes in checking her text stream.

Jade is always checking something on her phone. Either on the social media vines, in order to keep her finger on the pulse of their kingdom. Or wasting her time watching cartoon porn. Hale likes both of these things about her.

"What about them?" For some strange reason that he can't quite put his finger on, Hale is suddenly oddly interested in this kiss.

"I guess he kissed her, or she kissed him in homeroom? Then some substitute teacher lost their shit and freaked the flock out over it ...or whatever?" Courtney shrugs.

"Over the freaks making out." Becks cuts in meanly to make herself heard. "You know, because she is blind or whatever? So she has like all kinds of extra special protections."

"I heard it the other way from Boomer in numbers class? That Batgirl kissed her boyfriend and then got all crazy when that Dickheader gave her a detention." Junior Cyndi #2 on Hales double lunch buddy to do list.

"Wait, what?" Jade's eyes slide sideways to slice. "Say that last part again Cyn."

"Which part Jade?" Cyndi blinks back. "The part where Batgirl kissed her boyfriend? Or the part where she went all wacky after getting written up for kissing her boy?"

"No Cyn, the other last part about the substitute teacher?" Jade olive eyes narrow into calculated slits.

"Who Dickheader?" Cyndi ponders the importance of something for a second. "That's what Butcher and Boomer and them call him, anyway? I think I have him for English ...sometimes?"

"Dickheader?" Jade eyes Hale intently and emphasizes hard. "As in Coach Dhuyvetter, was the substitute teacher in the mix on this kiss thing?"

Like Hale, Jade was very much looking forward to an all-expenses-paid summer of sexy sun under the Cancun sun with Morgasm. But instead of the summer of sex, she spent giving piano lessons to idiot children like Kenny Lee's, between bangs at Hale's pool house.

"Um...yeah, I think so? Why?" Cyndi cocks her head sideways and pulls more of her hair from behind her head to check the ends for splits. Cyndi is very concerned about split ends as she believes it is a sign of female baldness. Which is something she is terrified she may have inherited from her last step-mother.

"No reason in particular, other than almost everyone I know hates that little prick." Jade intones coldly.

Save of course for his father Hale Jr. and his asshole golf buddies at the Hunt Club. Who had in their infinite wisdom forced that little prick down the throats of Coach Piney and the school. For no other reason than they could. All over some past favors owed from the bad old days, that won't matter to anyone ever again. So while Hale respected his father immensely, primarily because he sired Hales awesomeness into existence. Unfortunately, some of his fathers so-called "old friends" left a lot to be desired.

"That guy is like a total pervy creepy little midget." Cyndi #2 shrugs. "I caught him trying to look down my shirt once, when he was walking around my English class. Or maybe it was Hisory? Anyways, it was one of those Eee classes."

She twists her hair around her finger and slowly sweeps the ends over her exposed upper breasts. The assests in question that are bulging out of her low cut V-neck sweater. Hale also likes this about Cyndi #2. Not the obsession she has with her hair so much, but pretty much anything to do with her overly large breasts is fine in his playbook of life.

"Cyn baby with boobs as big as yours? And those skimpy tops you sport when the weather turns hot? Honey everyone is trying to look down your shirt." Jade laughs fakely. "Hell, I've even looked down your shirt on the regular, just to check the temperature."

"I mean isn't that the point of dressing your best? All the attention to details? You can lookie but you can never touchy." Cyndi pouts and purrs seductively. "But you can touch Jade, cause I kinda like that."

"Take this Cyn from my lips." Jade plays back pouting her purple haze lust lips for a quick kiss.

But all this sex play is long lost on Hale, as he has long stopped paying attention to the playful banter between two of his current seven sexing partners. Because he can feel something important happening out there among the flocks. What he thinks is a possible shift in the momentum? A feeling that he has long ago learned to pay attention to, on the field and in life. Things are clicking and whispers whispering, the momentum is shifting as synergy happens ...and then a consensus will soon form. After that consensus is reached and a momentous change will take place.

The sole question remaining to Hale was: "How will this change impact the goals of getting played, laid and paid in any way, shape or form?"

"Jade can you find out more about all this kissing stuff by seventh?" Hale muses, more for Jade's benefit than his own or anyone else. "I think this may end up turning out to be something that we should know more about."

"Why? It's nothing but a bunch of bullshit over that blindo Grimm girl." Becks Slater sniffs dismissively. "It's their flocking fault for letting her in here with the rest of us in the first place. I mean seriously shouldn't she be in some special school or something? Being all special on her own time instead of wasting ours? Am I right or what?"

Hale is about to agree by rote habit, just to shut her hate up, when he catches Jade's lovely olive eyes narrowing into the back of Becks head. Hale correctly assumes that Jade is most likely looking for a soft spot to drive her claws into and end the reign of terror that is the Head Cheerleader ...who doesn't.

But like in all things, Hale is first and foremost a pragmatist. He is not currently sexing with Becky Slater, but he is sexing with Jade. Who happens to be way better in bed than any one person that he's ever slept with so far. Probably because Jade is interested in all the things Hale enjoys doing the most. Namely having sex with Hale, and enjoying Hale having sex with other girls ...and sometimes with Jade in the mix too. And Hale very much likes the fact that Jade is highly flexible, both physically and morally speaking.

"Well, that's certainly one perspective." Hale catches Jade's eyes and smiles, slowly enticing himself into her machinations. "But for whatever reason, I think I am feeling like being the bigger person lately? Maybe you were right after all Jade? This school presidential thing has gone to my head, and it's made me look at things differently?" He smiles his second-best winning smile. "I think that having something different ...makes us feel better? Like diversity?"

"That's seriously so huge of you, Hale." Jade smiles back sultry and a silent deal has been struck.

Jade will look into the situation for them, and Hale will not look into Jade interests. Which primarily consisted of letting Jade remove Becks Slater's head right off the Queen B throne. Which given Becks history shouldn't actually be too difficult, all things considered. Possibly painful, but far from difficult. Hale knows full well that Jade had decided long ago that Becks Salter needed to fall off that high throne of hers. Then break every bone on the way down to the bottom. But the key to that kind of coup would require that certain sacrifices to be made to ensure success.

The kind of sacrifices that required someone to stick their neck out ...way out. Preferably someone on the rise, who wouldn't necessarily know all the bad blood between the ladies in his court. But who would willingly tear Becks down for their own petty sake? Someone who had their own immediate agenda and wouldn't see the bigger picture? Or who didn't care about the bigger picture at all? Someone with nothing to lose and everything to gain. A willing pawn to sacrifice themselves, an immolate on the pyre of popularity.

Someone very much like this Grimm Girl?

Hale's cool eyes narrow as he watches the synergy snap, crackle and pop out in the shelter before the Kings Court. Just seeing all the diverse girls that were out there, just waiting for a chance to worship his awesomeness, has filled him with a renewed sense of purpose. After all Jade was "diverse" and she definitely made him feel better about himself. But without diversity, he would never have met Jade and that would be ...wrong? Therefore defending diversity suddenly felt very not wrong to Hale. So if a few heads had to roll for diversity, like Becks Slater? Sobeit, after all, it was good to be King for a reason.

As the bells of Hell have sounded, signalling the end of lunch, leaving Hale Winters III with one final fleeting thought.

"Yes, something Presidential most definitely needed to be done, in order to protect and defend the diversity."

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