Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2016 21:42:19 -0700
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Survivors (Revised) Chapter 8

This story contains sex between minor boys.  If such things offend you, or
you are not at least 18 years of age, then please don't read on.  This
story is not true, but who knows, maybe someday it will be.

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CHAPTER 8
DECISIONS

The lunch in the crew dining room at the end of the tour was noisy and
fun. Robert Charles asked Jordan about how the gauges worked. He asked if
an alarm went off when a gauge goes into the red. Jordan told him an alarm
would go off any time a gauge or a readout went into the red. Sometimes
alarms went off when a reading was even close to the red zone, and that
there was always plenty of warning. Robert Charles was satisfied with
Jordan's explanation and went back to talking to Lisa.  Within a few
minutes he forgot all about the jumping gauge.

After lunch the students went back to class. Mr. Z had their test scores
and assigned the students their computer programs. He informed them that he
was there to provide assistance as needed, and for them to see what they
could do getting started while he left for a few minutes. Before leaving,
he announced that Robert Charles was in charge.  He left and walked up the
corridor to where Robert Charles's father was waiting in the teacher's
office.

"I want to thank you for making my son your leader. Like I said, I can help
you out a lot, either on Alpha Orion IV or on Earth with a good position,"
the ambassador told the teacher.

"That's not why I appointed him. I did it because I thought he was the best
candidate."

The Governor looked at Mr. Z with a look that said, Yeah right. "Has
anybody decided to run against him yet?"

"Not yet. I'm sure some of them are considering it. Usually nobody runs
against whomever I appoint as my temporary helper. I pick my class leaders
carefully and the rest of the class usually sticks with my choice. They
don't want to chance crossing the teacher. The only student I can see
running against him has been discouraged from doing so."

"Good. And if you can discourage anybody else I would appreciate it. I want
my son in leadership positions. This one will be very good for his growth."

"Understood."

As soon as Mr. Z left, Robert Charles sat at the front of the room looking
important. Mike looked up from his computer and glared at him. He would do
anything to take the smug smile off his face.

"You have some kind of problem, Mike?"

"Yeah I do. You."

Fifteen other heads looked up. This was sounding interesting. A lot more
interesting than what was on their computers.

Robert Charles stood up to his full height. He was a big kid, but Mike was
a big kid as well. He stood up and stared down Robert Charles. Every
student sat quietly and watched as the two biggest boys on the ship glared
at each other.

"You really want to get yourself into trouble don't you? Let me remind you
who got put in charge here," Robert Charles growled.

"You sure as hell didn't get put in charge by any of us," Mike retorted.

"Let me tell you two things, butt breath. Thing number one, I've seen
big-mouthed jerks like you before. And like you they're all nothing. Number
two, like I told you before, you try anything against me you will spend two
months locked in your room. Trust me on that."

"And don't you even think about running against me, because you don't have
a prayer of winning. You might have Ryan fooled, but you don't have too
many others fooled." He pointed to the students who were staring at the two
of them. "And the rest of you can forget about running too. None of you
have a chance of winning, and you will be very sorry you even thought about
crossing me. Because after I beat you, I won't forget who ran against me."

Right then Mike decided he'd had enough of the big headed, big-mouthed
asshole and it was time to shut him up. He took two steps toward Robert
Charles when Mr. Z walked into the room.

"Something wrong here?" he asked.

Robert Charles looked at Mike and grinned. "No, sir," he said. "Mike was
just telling me what a great job I was doing as class leader and how he
hoped nobody would run against me because there's no doubt I was the best
choice. Right Mike?" He smiled his evil grin at Mike.

"Whatever you say." Mike was so mad he could've kick a hole in a wall, but
he was also smart enough to know he was being baited and he was going to
have to wait his turn to get at Robert Charles. He hated to back down in
front of the class, but doing something right now would be exactly what
Robert Charles wanted.

After school was out almost everybody headed for the games room. Ryan and
Mike got together and talked.

"Don't let that big goon get to you, Mike. He's not half the person you
are," Ryan told him.

"You must really believe it wasn't me who hit you."

"I more than believe it, I know it. I think somebody needs to run against
that big butthole."

"I agree," Mike said, "but it can't be me."

"Why not?"

Just then Alex and Travis wandered over.

"What's going on?" Alex asked.

"We were just talking about how Mike should run against Robert Charles for
class leader."

"I like that idea," Alex said. "What about it Mike?"

"I think it has to be somebody else. Not everybody believes I didn't hit
Ryan. I bet I wouldn't get a single girl vote to start with. It needs to be
somebody else."

"Then who?" Alex asked.

"Let's go to my room where it's private and talk about it," Ryan offered.

The four boys headed for Ryan's room. Jeremy was playing pool with
Warren. Jeremy wondered where they were going, then shrugged and returned
to playing with Warren, Stevie, and Brandon.

Meanwhile, Douglas was sitting on a couch watching a vid as Scooter played
a video game on the other side of the room. They were ignoring each other,
while at the same time wanting to be together in the worst way. Both of
them were afraid to make the first move.

Douglas knew Scooter was still a special friend with Brandon, or was
falling for Jordan, or both. Scooter knew that Douglas didn't seem to like
him much and had been saying bad things about him and his dad. In their
hearts, they didn't really believe those thoughts, but their minds weren't
ready to follow their hearts yet.

Up in the crew area Jordan was with Matthew. He was showing Matthew his
collection of coins and stamps from the different planets. So far Earth had
colonized fifteen planets.  Six of the planets were far enough along in
their development that they were self- governing.

Alpha Orion IV was the newest colony and very little of it had been
developed so far.  The resident population was around 75,000. Life there
was hard, especially for the farmers. But ships like the "Starkeeper" were
bringing more and more colonists to tame the planet. Living on the
"Starkeeper" Jordan had seen his share of them. Jordan loved collecting
stuff from the colonists no matter where they would be settling. Earth had
five exploration ships that were looking for new planets to turn into
colonies. Jordan thought it would be real cool to be on one of those ships
and go places nobody had ever seen before.

Jordan let his hand rest on the ten-year-old's knee. Matthew looked at him
but didn't move. Jordan's hand crept up the boy's leg until it was resting
right next to Matthew's crotch.  Matthew still didn't say anything, but
Jordan could feel his body tense up. He let his thumb slide over until it
was right next to Matthew's cock. Matthew's eyes opened wide and he stared
straight ahead. He knew what Jordan was doing and he didn't like it, but
wasn't sure what to do about it.

Jordan let his hand slide over Matthew's crotch and planted it on the young
boy's dick.  Even though Matthew was uncomfortable, his cock was hard as a
rock. Jordan started rubbing along it through Matthew's pants.

"W..w..what are you doing?" he whispered tensely.

"Shhhhhh," Jordan said. "It's okay. This will feel good. You will like it."

"B...b..but...you're touching my...me...down there," he stammered.

Jordan rubbed Matthew's cocklet a little harder. Both boys' hearts were
pounding hard, but for different reasons.

"Does it feel good?" Jordan could hardly get the words out he was breathing
so hard.

Matthew didn't say anything. He just looked at Jordan with big eyes,
breathing hard, his heart racing, his body tense and not moving.

Jordan started unbuttoning Matthew's pants. Then he slowly pulled down the
zipper.  Matthew knew he was supposed to stop what was happening, but he
couldn't do it. He just sat there and let Jordan fondle him.  Jordan
started rubbing Matthew's hard boner through his bright red briefs causing
Matthew to squirm from the surprisingly good feelings. He knew he shouldn't
let Jordan touch him down there, but at the same time he didn't want to
stop him. Jordan's hand on his privates felt so good he wanted it to
continue.

Jordan kept rubbing Matthew's hard dick through his briefs. Then he started
tugging at the young boy's pants, and Matthew lifted his butt so Jordan
could pull them off.  Matthew was sitting in his shirt, briefs, and socks
while Jordan kept rubbing him and feeling up his balls. Then Jordan slid
his hand inside Matthew's waistband and down to his little puppy boner,
which wasn't even two inches, but hard as rock. Matthew couldn't believe
the feelings he was experiencing from what Jordan was doing. It was the
first time he had ever really thought of anything sexual, let alone done
anything.

Jordan was close to puberty and feeling his hormones. Jordan thought about
sex a lot, not only what he wanted to do, but also about the things that he
had already done. Sexually, he was an experienced twelve-year-old boy.

Matthew lifted his hips again and Jordan pulled his underpants off. He
didn't know why Jordan was doing this nor did he care. He just wanted it to
keep going and not stop. He was wearing just a shirt and socks until Jordan
pulled off the shirt.  He played some more with Matthew's dick, then stood
up and started undressing himself. Matthew's eyes were glued to the older
boy as he pulled off his shirt, unbuckled his belt, opened his pants,
unzipped, and then pulled his pants down, his green boxer briefs tented
out. Matthew's eyes bugged out when Jordan pulled his underpants off and
his almost four-inch dick popped up.

Jordan knew what he wanted now. He looked at the cute, skinny, naked
ten-year-old-boy with the beautiful little puppy boner, then went to his
dresser, and got out some Vaseline.

Matthew started shaking. He had an idea of what was going to happen and
started to get cold feet. He wanted to run but couldn't.

"It's okay Matthew. It's okay. This will be good. It won't hurt. You'll
like it. I love you."

Jordan started rubbing the Vaseline over Matthew's butt, fingering his
little hole, trying to relax his pucker muscles. Matthew moaned, it felt
good, better than he thought it would.  Then Jordan rubbed the goo over his
own hard cock making it feel good. He looked at Matthew's smooth, round
butt. All he knew now was that he wanted it. He wanted to be inside it,
knowing it was tight and warm.

He told Matthew to lie face down on the bed. He pushed a pillow under the
younger boy, which made his white bubble butt stick up in the air. He
pushed his hard rod up against Matthew's virgin hole, and slowly shoved his
cock in.

Matthew cried out. "Please stop, Jordan, it hurts."

Jordan stopped and thought back to when he was nine, just a little younger
than Matthew, and he had his cherry taken by a fourteen-year-old
passenger. He remembered how it hurt and how he begged the teenager to stop
and how the boy wouldn't. Their sex play had felt so good until then and
after that it had made him cry.

He pulled his cock out of Matthew's ass. Jordan was an egotistical,
controlling, sometimes evil boy, but he had his limits. He realized at that
moment on his bed that rape was one of them. He remembered his own feelings
that night in the teen's cabin; he couldn't even remember the boy's name.
He'd taken it up the butt since, but as something he wanted rather than
something that was taken. He preferred being the top, but he'd give himself
up to the right person.

He planned to get Matthew's ass again before the voyage was over. Only this
time he'd go all the way, which meant he had to set things up so Matthew
would want his ass fucked. Jordan was more into the process of taking than
he was into seducing. He saw this as a new challenge.

"It hurt. It was all feeling good, but it hurt when you did that."

Jordan leaned over Matthew and talked into his ear. "I know, that's why I
stopped. But you can't tell anybody we tried to fuck, or I'll let everybody
know you liked taking my dick up your butt."

"I don't like it," Matthew said. "You made me."

"But I stopped, right?  I love you Matthew. I won't ever hurt you. I'll
teach you how to do it and we'll try again sometime, but you can't tell
anybody about this, and I mean nobody."

He kissed Matthew's cheek and then turned Matthew over on his back, took
his cocklet into his mouth, and brought it instantly back to
attention. Matthew started feeling good again. He couldn't believe Jordan
had put his wiener into his mouth, but he was happy again because of the
even better feelings he was experiencing.

"That feels good," Matthew sighed.  Matthew started moaning and it didn't
take long until his back arched and he began to shake.  He begged Jordan to
stop—he knew something very strange was happening. Suddenly the little
boy shook even harder, let out a squeak, and had his first ever orgasm. He
fell flat on the bed, breathing hard.

"What happened?" he finally asked.

"You had a cum," Jordan explained, "an orgasm. Felt good huh?"

"Yeah," Matthew admitted.

"I will make it better for you and for me. Just do what I tell you and it
will be good for you and me. And nobody will find out what you like doing."

Matthew was confused about what Jordan was saying but he knew he wouldn't
tell about what happened. He liked everything except when Jordan went up
his butt. But he appreciated Jordan stopping when Matthew told him how much
it hurt.

"Watch this," Jordan said. He was on his knees next to Matthew's supine
body, masturbating his four inches. Within two minutes he was shooting his
light preteen cum on Matthew's torso.

"What's that?" Matthew asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

"That was me jerking off and shooting cum. Don't worry, Matthew, I'll teach
you everything. We're going to be really good friends."

The boys got dressed and Jordan walked Matthew back to his own
cabin. Matthew decided to keep all of this to himself because he wanted to
do it as many times as he could with Jordan. Without knowing it, Matthew
had developed a huge boy crush.

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Travis, Ryan, Mike, and Alex were in Ryan's room talking. Ryan and Travis
were sitting on Ryan's bed while Mike and Alex were sitting on Jeremy's.

"Somebody has to run against Robert Charles," Alex said. "Somebody who can
win."

"Who?" Ryan asked.

"Let's talk about that. It shouldn't be that hard for the right person to
beat him. I mean we all know that Robert Charles is an asshole," Alex said.

"We've all studied history," Mike said. "We know that assholes win
elections."

"Then let's figure out who can beat the asshole," Alex said. "First, we can
eliminate Lisa.  She has the hots for Robert Charles. As for the other
girls, they all strike me as too ditzy to ever want to run. They would
rather giggle and talk about boys than do anything, at least Felicia and
Carmen. Michelle doesn't say anything to anybody. She's a mama's girl who
spends most of her time in her cabin. So that leaves out the girls."

"So then which one of the boys runs?" Mike asked.

"First, let's talk about how many votes we think Robert Charles will
get. I'm talking about right now. He has the four girls and himself. Face
it, the girls all think he's hot macho shit. That's five votes. He needs
nine to win. Jordan is tight with him. That's six."

"And Matthew seems to be following Jordan," Travis said.

"Yeah, but we don't know yet which class he will be in. But if he stays in
the upper group then that makes seven votes. If people think who ever runs
is one of Mike's friends, then Jeremy, and maybe Warren, will vote for
Robert Charles. And that is nine votes to eight.  We lose. What we need is
somebody a couple of girls will go for, or somebody Jeremy trusts."

"I can work on Jeremy to vote for whoever we pick," Ryan said.

"Now as for who runs, we'll start with you Mike. I think you would be a
good leader. But you have that thing with Ryan on Mars hanging over
you. Plus bad blood is brewing between you and Robert Charles. That's going
to turn off the girls totally. They all have a thing for Robert Charles.
They are acting like girls, of course." Alex was on a roll. "Ryan and
Travis are both too quiet.  The girls will want somebody with a little more
pizazz. I think you both would be good. I just don't think you can win."

Travis was a little hurt, but he didn't say anything. Ryan agreed and
didn't say anything.

Alex went on. "Stevie is too young to stand up to Robert Charles. Jordan is
friends with Robert Charles, and we don't like him, anyway. Brandon is too
new. He missed the bullshit at the start of this trip and none of us know
him that well yet. Scooter is a good candidate. He is pretty friendly to
everybody and doesn't seem to want to fight. But that is a problem. You
need to want to fight some, and I don't mean with fists, Mike, to win this.
Douglas has experience being a class officer, but he doesn't seem
interested in running at all. He doesn't even like being with us half the
time. So that leaves nobody to run."

"Don't write off Douglas," Mike said. "He did a pretty good job standing up
for me with the whole Ryan thing."

"And he helped me with a problem," said Travis, who looked quickly at
Ryan. Ryan saw the quick look, but didn't know what to make of it. All he
knew was he wanted to spend a lot more time looking at Travis.

"You left out somebody pretty important," Mike said.

"Who would that be?"

"You, Alex."

"Nonsense. I'm a musician, not a leader."

"Yes you are. Look how you ran this little meeting. Besides, nobody holds
anything against you.  And even if you weren't a leader, all you have to do
is keep things in line in the classroom sometimes. You know all of us would
have your back, so there wouldn't be anything to it."

"Keeping Robert Charles in line is the thing. He will be big trouble if he
loses," Alex pointed out. "Hell, he will be big trouble even if he wins. My
solution would be for all of us to kick the shit out of him."

"No, if somebody beats Robert Charles it has to be somebody who is used to
leading and to being in an election. Douglas is that person and we have to
persuade him to do it.  Besides I could never win. I don't like girls at
all and they know it. We're going to need some of their votes and I don't
know if I could get them. Douglas has been elected before, which means he
had to get girls to vote for him since he didn't go to an all-boys
school. I think he could get some girls to vote for him. He's got the
personality. And I know something Douglas did for all of us, which I will
tell you about later."

Mike started chuckling. "What's so funny, Mike?" Ryan asked.

"I was imagining little skinny Alex kicking the shit out of Robert
Charles."

"It's not as funny as you think," Alex said. "Me and Stevie took martial
arts lessons after...something...something unfortunate happened to
us. There is no doubt we could do it."  Looking at the feisty look on
Alex's face, none of them doubted it.

They finally agreed that they would try talking Douglas into running. If he
refused, Alex said he would consider it, but that there would probably be
bloodshed if he ran. The four boys decided Douglas was going to be their
choice.

Alex, Mike, and Travis got up to leave the room. Ryan asked Travis if he
could stay a moment.  After the other two left, Travis sat on Jeremy's bed.

"What's up?" he asked.

"I don't know. I just wanted to talk. I guess I was hoping we could be
really good friends during the trip. I really like you." Ryan's heart was
pounding. He was very nervous and was hoping Travis wouldn't take what he
said in the wrong way. Or maybe he was hoping he would.

"That would be cool," Travis said. "I like you too."

Ryan relaxed and smiled. Travis smiled back. Ryan thought of Jeremy jacking
off on top of his bed and wished he could watch Travis doing it. The boys
got up and headed for the games room. It was time to talk to Douglas about
the election. But for Ryan and Travis, becoming friends was more important
than any election.

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After dinner everybody in the upper class was in the games room except
Michelle. Alex and Travis were working on having a meeting of most of the
boys. Alex had even arranged a meeting place. He had tried talking Marie
into letting them have the spa on Deck Five to themselves. There were three
spas on the ship.  Usually they were set aside for adults, but Douglas had
decided during the tour to see if kids could get a chance to use one of
them sometimes. He had talked to the recreation director who told him it
was okay for them to use a spa as long as they arranged it ahead of time.

Douglas was going to tell everybody in class the next day, but Alex and
Stevie had both been close enough to overhear Douglas arranging it. It was
the thing that convinced them that Douglas would be a good choice for
leader. He was doing something very quietly, on his own, that would help
all of them. They liked that he worked on getting the spa without any
fanfare or tooting of his own horn.

But Marie said they couldn't get the spa until the next afternoon. They
needed to make reservations at least a day or so early to get the times
they wanted. So Alex had reserved the ship's theater instead. However, he
did get the spa reserved for after school the following day.

Robert Charles, Jordan, and Matthew weren't invited. The three of them and
the three girls noticed everyone leave the games room. Robert Charles and
Jordan were upset because they had a pretty good idea what all the chatter
was about. Matthew was disappointed that he hadn't been invited. He was
realizing that while hanging out with Robert Charles and Jordan was getting
him some privileges, it was also losing him some friends. The girls watched
the boys go and shook their heads. Lisa was hanging onto Robert Charles,
but the other two girls wanted to latch onto a boy and they were sorry to
see them leave.

Jordan walked over to Robert Charles. "I think they are working to run
somebody against you."

"I think so too. And they are going to be very fucking sorry if they
do. This is our ship, Jordan, and it looks like they need to be shown who
is running it."

Jordan nodded in agreement. Robert Charles and Jordan wanted to be sure
that no matter what happened, Robert Charles would be in charge after next
Wednesday.

The ten boys sat in the theater. Alex stood up to talk to them. He noticed
how the seating was arranged. Brandon, Stevie, and Scooter sat together, as
did Travis and Ryan.  Warren and Jeremy were another pair. Mike sat by
himself and so did Douglas.

Alex opened the meeting. "The reason I wanted us to meet is to talk about
the class leader. Some of us don't want it to be Robert Charles. We want
somebody to run against him. Mike, Travis, Ryan, and I met this afternoon
just to talk about it. First we want to know if anybody wants to
volunteer."

Jeremy spoke up. "I'm not volunteering, but I don't see what is so bad
about Robert Charles.  He's a little pushy at times, but he gets things
done." Warren nodded in agreement.

"Maybe he would be less pushy knowing that we all are willing to stand up
to him and run somebody against him," Mike said. "Besides some of us think
he was the one who slugged Ryan."

"And some of us don't," said Jeremy staring right at Mike. Mike glared back
at him.

"Any volunteers?" Alex asked again.

"What about you?" Warren asked. "You seem to be running things right now."
Jeremy smiled at Warren. His little buddy was speaking up. He liked that.

"I'm not interested. Like I told everybody in our little meeting, I'm a
singer and not a politician. I'm just doing this because nobody else but
Mike will speak up, and some of you still don't believe in Mike."

"So what did you guys decide behind our backs then?" Jeremy asked.

"We didn't decide anything. We just talked things over. The decision is up
to the whole group. We came up with a name of somebody I think we could all
agree on. He's already done some cool things for us.  That somebody is
Douglas." Alex reminded them how Douglas got Mike and Ryan talking to each
other, then told them about the spa. Douglas blushed. He didn't know
anybody knew about his securing the right to use the spa.

"I appreciate that you guys want me," Douglas told them, "but I'm not
running. This is just a short trip and it doesn't really mean that
much. Let Robert Charles have his fun. He can't hurt any of us. I'm just
not interested in getting involved."

Scooter spoke up. "I think Douglas would be a great choice. Maybe he should
think about it real hard overnight. Sleep on it and give us his decision in
the morning."  Douglas was surprised at hearing Scooter speak up for him
considering how Scooter felt about him.  Travis and Ryan both spoke up in
agreement with Scooter. Finally, Douglas decided to try to shut everybody
up and end the meeting by agreeing to sleep on it and tell them his
decision in class the next day.  The gathering broke up. Warren headed back
for his own cabin and the rest of the boys headed for the games room.

 Scooter caught up to Douglas and touched his arm. "I think you should run,
Douglas. I don't even think you should think about it. I think you should
just do it."

"Why do you care Scooter? I know how you feel about me."

Scooter looked at Douglas. He could feel a couple of tears welling up. He
knew exactly how he felt about Douglas, and he knew Douglas didn't feel
that way about him.  Maybe Jordan was right about Douglas and all his own
feelings were wrong. He kept thinking there was something between them, he
felt some kind of aura, and he was sure Douglas did too. Maybe it was time
to tell Douglas exactly how he felt instead of hiding it.

When they got to the games room, Scooter led Douglas to the lounge
section. They sat on a couch, with Douglas keeping his distance.

Scooter started talking right away while he had Douglas next to him. "I'm
going to tell you how I feel about you. I think you are special. I think I
liked you a lot when I first saw you. I think the night we spent together
was awesome and I want to do it again. I think we might only know each
other for two months during this trip, but I want to be your very best
friend ever for those two months. And I think it's time for you to come out
of yourself and to quit feeling sorry for yourself and to start living. You
aren't going to be going back to Earth, so you might as well do the best
you can every day starting right now.  I've seen how awesome you are when
you act yourself.  And today is the day for you to start doing that."

Douglas looked at Scooter. He blinked his eyes. He couldn't believe what he
was hearing.  Nobody, except his parents, had ever talked to him like that
before.

"But Jordan said...."

Scooter interrupted him. "I don't know what Jordan told you. But I know
what's been happening with Joran and me was wrong and it shouldn't have
happened and it won't ever happen again.  I...I...I want you, Douglas. If
you will have me. Jordan told me things about you too, and I even started
to believe them."

"What kind of things?" Scooter told him what he'd heard from
Jordan. Douglas looked at him with his mouth open.

"Scooter, I swear I never said those things. Jordan was working to get
between us for some reason. He's a real butthead. This really pisses me
off. Scooter, I feel stuff for you too. I mean I want to be your
friend. That night was special for me too. I was stupid for believing that
butt-faced baboon, Jordan."

"I was just as stupid," Scooter said quietly.

Scooter and Douglas moved closer together on the couch and looked at each
other with what could only be called love, even if they didn't know it yet.

"Jordan and Robert Charles are tight, Scooter. If they are doing stuff like
that to us, then they are going to do it to others too. They want to run
everything and be the bosses.  Robert Charles can't be in charge. If nobody
else wants to run against him, then I'm going to do it. I've decided."

Scooter was so excited he kissed Douglas on the cheek. He pulled back all
red with embarrassment. Scooter and Douglas both looked around to see if
anybody noticed, but apparently no one had. What they didn't see was that
Jordan had noticed everything.

"So, are we spending the night together again tomorrow, Scooter?"

"Yeahhhhhhhhhhh. I think we have things to talk about."

"So do I"

"When are you going to tell everybody that you're running?"

"Tomorrow before class, just like I said I would."

Jordan walked over to Robert Charles and told him what he'd seen. Robert
Charles wasn't happy, nor was Jordan. He and Robert Charles had been trying
to split them, but instead the two suddenly seemed to be closer.  The big
question now for Robert Charles was whether anybody else was going to run
in the election, and if so who?

The games room was closing and Scooter and Douglas got up off the couch to
walk back to their cabins together. Robert Charles stopped Douglas on the
way out while Jordan stepped around and stood next to Scooter.

"Is somebody going to run against me?" Robert Charles asked.

"You'll find out in the morning," Douglas replied.

"Maybe I want to know now," Robert Charles snarled.

"There is nothing to say now, but there might be in the morning." Douglas
stepped around him.  "Now if it's all the same to you I need to get some
sleep."

Robert Charles watched Douglas walk away and made his decision. No matter
what happened, no matter who ran against him, after Wednesday, he would be
the class leader.  There was no question and no doubt in his mind about
that.

Jordan was walking beside Scooter. "Is Douglas gonna run?"

"You have to ask him."

"I saw what happened on the couch between you two. If he's running he's
just kissing up to you to get a vote because he doesn't care about you at
all. Douglas is nothing. Robert Charles is the leader here. Douglas is
going to use you then spit you out."

A few hours ago Scooter might have stopped and almost believed
Jordan. Instead he turned to him and said, "Douglas is my friend. I am his
friend. And don't you ever forget that."

By then Douglas had caught up to Scooter. He glared at Jordan, and then the
two friends walked down the hall together. Scooter made his own
decision. He could see right through Jordan.  He decided he would never
again trust a thing Jordan said.

Jordan walked with Robert Charles with Matthew following along behind them.

"I don't know if he is going to run," Jordan said.

"I am positive that he is. And I can tell you this, if he does he will be
sorry. He will not win, and after he loses I can make life really hard for
him. Even after we get off of this barge, we'll still be living on the same
planet together."

"I think I know ways to help you," Jordan said. Matthew listened to them
talk not knowing what to think.

In their own minds Robert Charles and Jordan had made their decision. If
there was going to be an election, it would be more than just an
election. It would be all-out war.

Next: The Spa

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