RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

"Oh, right." I say, making a mental note of that one and following him back into the room.

I feel a little safer in here. I'm less likely to get molested by a random student. Or killed. Or both. I shake my head in an attempt to get out of the scary place my mind has wandered to.

"I'm probably a little too polite for my own good then, yeah?" I say, mentally kicking myself.

If I end up with any friends here, it won't be under my own steam. Well my own vocal steam anyway.

"I'll try and stop that." I continue on.

Christ, why couldn't I be a mute?

I look back at Brian and nod, "Good good."

"So Brian, I'm guessing you are the reason for the smirking Zacky I just saw walking down the halls. How is it rooming with the "legend?" I ask him, already knowing his answers already. Sure, we all love Zacky to pieces, if anyone did anything to us he'd be ready to kill them, literally, not metaphorically like all those idiots say. He would KILL. But sometimes, he can be a bit of a prick. Especially when it comes to the new kids.

"Be brutal if you want."

"The Legend?" I repeat.

That's unsettling.

"Well, aside from the fact he doesn't seem to get that I'm straight, seems to find my story hilarious and is probably telling everyone about it as we speak, appears to be a bit of a fucking jerk and I'm pretty sure is planning to rape me, he's just fantastic." I say, rolling my eyes, "But as horrific as my first impressions have been, I'm kinda glad I'm here with someone like him. Might afford me some leverage with people, right?"

My final words come out more pleading than I'd intended. I'm almost embarassed.

"He gets better though, right?"

I chuckle at him, but as he looks at me I shut up.

"Sorry," I say as I take a seat on what I know to be Zacky's bed, "Yeah, he gets better. In some respects." I say, not wanting to really lie to him. And I'm not, Zacky does get better, but in ways he probably won't like. That boy is a master of seduction. Straight, bi, whatever, he'll turn someone into his slave in a matter of weeks. But he doesn't need to know this just yet.

"Well, Zacky doesn't like people that are straight really. He gets the impression that all straight people are homophobes and not worth his time. And most of the time it's accurate too. And your story, depends what it is. And about him telling everyone, he will, I'm not going to lie to you, but he will. But all that'll happen will that's what your nickname will come from. Like I was brought here for tattooing under-aged kids in my school toilets, so I'm Tats. My friend Chris was brought in here for trying to choke one of the kids in his school with a bottle of hair spray. So he's known as Choker. So, what would yours be?"

"Jerk-Off." I say, laughing a little.

I'm not sure whether it's a nervous laugh or because the idea of being called 'Jerk-Off' for the next year amuses me on some level. I'm choosing to believe it's the latter. At least that way, I might not have a nervous breakdown.

"And I'm not like that. I'm not homophobic." I insist, despite the fact I'm beginning to doubt that myself, "I don't care if a dude's gay, as long as he does it behind closed doors when I'm not around. Or as long as he doesn't try anything on with me. Or talk about what he's done around me. Or make any mention of the fact he's gay. Or... fuck, I am homophobic, aren't I?"

I chuckle slightly at his nervousness. I smile at him from across the room, bringing my legs up onto the bed and sitting crossed legged.

"No, you aren't homophobic. If you were you'd be throwing up in the bathroom about now with seeing some of the things I bet Zacky has done," He nods, suggesting that Zacky has done something, I'm guessing a gross out kiss with one of the emos, it's his "welcome gift" if you will, "You just aren't used to it yet. My buddy Matt was the same, but it was only because he was in a Catholic School and it was very, VERY rare to see anything remotely gay going on."

"You'll get used to it soon enough. I promise you."

"Glad to hear it."

I think. I can't say it's ever been the kind of thing that I've wanted to get used to. You get used to it, it starts seeming normal and you start thinking weird things about it. Then again, it's not going to be normal to me. I'm straight [Jesus, I don't think I've thought that so much ever], this is always going to be weird to me.

"Y'know, you're the first person I've met here who hasn't tried to sleep with me yet. It's kind of comforting."

Christ, why did I say that? Now he's going to turn into a Mick-like creature, isn't he?

I laugh, again. I feel so mean for laughing at this guy all the time, but he is just so cute and sweet. I have a feeling he is going to be dating someone around here in a matter of days. Ooh Jesus, now I'm starting to sound like Zacky.

"I'm guessing you have meet Mick as well then," I smile, "Don't worry. We aren't all like that. But, I know this will probably sound really weird, but you'll be glad that there are Mick's around the school, because they are the most feminine things you are going to see for a while." I tell him truthfully.

"So, you got someone waiting for you at home?" I ask him, "God, that sounded like something you hear in the prison movies, sorry." I laugh.

"That is the most depressing thing I've heard in my life." I say, chuckling.

I finally take a seat on my bed and lean back against the wall, "Yeah, I've got a girl. She's called Scarlett, a year younger than me. She's amazing, man. Beautiful, like... 20's starlet beautiful."

I sigh contentedly as I think about the girl I left behind. Christ, now I'm sounding like a prison movie. All I need is the Raquel Welch poster and I'm so in Shawshank.

"God, I'm gonna miss her."

"Yeah, I know the feeling man," I say smiling sympathetically at him, "Well, I knew the feeling. When I got put in here of course." I smile remembering my girlfriend that I left behind in the heart of New York last year. I smile even more remembering my parting gift.

"So, I'm guessing she gave you a goodbye present then." I grin to him.

"I wish. I might not have ended up here then." I can't help but laugh as I say it.

Technically it's the truth. I mean, I wouldn't have felt the need to deal with my own problems if she'd done it for me. But no, that'd be far too easy, wouldn't it?

"She has values." I explain, "The one girl in the whole of the state who actually has any kind of morals and I end up with her."

I can't help but laugh at him, that was the complete opposite to my girl.

"You poor guy," I laugh, "That is like the complete opposite to my girl. Well, my old girl, since we kinda went our separate ways. She was just the insane sex-crazed animal," I laugh, remembering the time when she dragged me away from basketball practice just so she could have her wicked way with me in the boys shower rooms with no one else in there. She was insane.

"So, I'm guessing you're a virgin then?" I ask him, "Sorry if I'm prying. I kinda like to know everything about everyone. Just so I know what I'm dealing with, y'know?" I smile sweetly at him, showing I mean no harm.

"I think I already hate you." I say, with a mock pout and short laugh.

"Yeah, I am. Not for lack of trying, believe me. I wasn't exactly popular, even I was the kind of guy who'd cheat, I wouldn't really have had any options." I say, wringing my hands.

I feel like I should just write up my life story and hand it out to all the other students. Might mean less repeating myself. I'm beginning to feel like an American Idol contestant.

Brian Haner has has many struggles in his life, let's review them all over again so you can feel even more sympathy for him...

"And there's no way in hell I'm ready for marriage, so I'm probably going to be this way til I'm at least 30."

"No way dude. That's just one girl, do you really think you'd be with her forever? Seriously." I say to him as I get up and make my way over to his bed and take a seat opposite him on it, "Sorry. I didn't realise how far away you were. I don't think that the guys next door will appreciate the noise." I smile.

"So, what, she was cool with you going away to this school?" I ask him. I really don't want to be the asshole about this but everyone he tells this story to is going to be thinking the exact same as me. I'm actually surprised that Zacky hasn't burst his bubble already.

"She was more fine with it than I'd expected, y'know?" I say, sitting up a little, hugging my knees, "I figured she'd have been crying and all that shit when we left her place this morning. But there was nothing. Probably putting on a brave face, right?"

The alternative doesn't really bear thinking about. Besides it doesn't make any sense. If she's not willing to go further than [rarely] kissing with me, why would she need to find someone else anyway? For that matter, who else would be this patient with her?

"Dude, I know what you're thinking but she's not the type to mess around. She's one of the good girls." I start, not really sure I'm believeing it myself right now, "Plus Daddy would kill her for so much as looking at a boy. He's a minister, poor girl. He only approves of her being with me because he knows how strict my dad is. Nothing untoward could happen in the Haner household."

"It's just what has happened before y'know? A guy came here, told us his girl was cool with him being here, then about a few weeks later, he got the call, her saying she was lonely and needed someone to look after her." I say, "Look. I'm not trying to upset you, I just... it's happened before and I'm kinda sure it'll happen again." I can see I have upset him so I try to think of some way to make it a little less harsh.

"Also, coming to this school can sometimes make you a woman hater, so I may be bias here." I laugh.

"Well, let's hope that's all it is, right? I don't think I could deal with spending all my time here knowing there's nothing to look forward to at home." My voice dips down towards the end of my words. I'm oversharing already.

"So!" I say, brightly, turning to Alex, "Subject change, yeah? You know anything about this party that's supposedly happening tonight? Zacky asked me along and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't fearing for my life."

I nod to him, finishing the subject of his cheating whore of a girlfriend with a simple smile.

"Yeah. It was...one of my friends ideas," Don't say Mick, you don't want to terrify him even more, "He hosts a party every time a new kid comes into the school. Really it's just an excuse to have a party. You're nothing special." I joke before punching him softly in the arm.

Suddenly I hear a faint bell from downstairs and the yell of the guys next door clarifies that it's in fact time for dinner.

"Thank God. I'm starving." I say to myself as I jump off Brian's bed, "Well, it's time to get some food in you before this party tonight. And don't worry, it's not like lunch rooms in school, you can come and sit with my friends, no worries."

"And here's me thinking everyone had been awaiting the arrival of the great Brian Haner." I say, holding my arms out in a kind of Jesus pose, "I'm sad now."

I laugh a little, out of real amusement, rather than nerves. Maybe being here isn't going to be so bad after all. I'm sure Zacky and Mick are one-offs. People like Alex I can handle.

"Sounds good to me." I say, getting up from the bed, "Especially the part about it not being like school lunch rooms. If I have to eat one more plate of macaroni cheese made with recycled macaroni, I think I'd have to kill myself."

"Ha, I didn't mean that the food wasn't the same," I laugh at his now falling face, "Don't worry. They have to feed us something substantial. Especially since Zacky made himself sick that one time and blame the school for food poisoning." I let myself out of Brian's dorm, him following me close, next to me, so much that he is nearly tripping me up.

I smile at him, "Do you want me to hold your hand as well?" I ask cheekily, "It'll be fine. Promise."

Damn, Zacky's good. Another reason to add to my list of why to never sleep in this place.

"Oh would you, Alex? I'm scared I'll get lost in these halls." I say, in a deathly serious voice before I end up losing it and laughing maniacally, "Sorry, I've not had much sleep and... yeah..."

I take a step away from him, "I'll just keep my stupid jokes to myself, yeah?"

I follow him along the corridors, unable to help myself from peering into the rooms with the doors open, effectively scarring myself for life.

I roll my eyes at him, "I wasn't joking you know." I say to him in a serious voice, "Seriously. Holding hands in this place is like a hand shake. Don't be so homophobic Brian, God." I say to him in a deathly quiet whisper, smirking as I do so.

We start to descend down the stairs to the main hall were everyone is bustling around making their way into the dining hall. I see some of my friends and they give me some odd looks from the floor and I smirk at them.

"ALEX IS SLEEPING WITH THE NEW BOY!" I see and hear my friend Jacoby yell from the floor and I roll my eyes from the stairs, flipping off as I do so which causes him to laugh loudly.

"That's my friend Coby," I say pointing to the waving manic at the bottom of the stairs, "He's harmless."

"I can't hold hands with you, we've only known each other a half hour, I'd be considered a slut! I'm not that kind of girl, Alex."

Oh Christ, the gay's getting me already. I look across at the boy that Alex is pointing too. The blue eyed boy I was staring at in the courtyard. I hope he didn't take that the wrong way. Or even notice. But either way thank fuck, another male who looks like a male. I feel safer.

"He seems harmless, unless he came running at you with his head down." I say, gesturing to the gravity defying spikes atop Coby's head.

I turn to Brian and laugh as we both approach my spikey haired friend as he's waiting patiently at the bottom of the stairs for us.

"Alex. Bordy is looking for you, something about a slave." Jacoby says to me as we approach him. I look at him as if he has grown a second head before he tilts his head towards the direction of the emos. I sigh and shake my head.

"Fucking Zacky. Why am I always the one that has to convince them." I mutter to myself as I rub my temple. I turn back to Brian and shy.

"Sorry dude. I gotta go, Zacky's distraction for the evening obviously doesn't wanna listen to him," I look to Jacoby, "Coby, this is Brian. Brian, Coby. You two will get on great. I'll see you in Zee's room tonight," I say as I kiss Coby on the cheek and make my exit.

"See you Brian." I say as I charge towards the group of emos. Picking Brody's victim for the evening and all my drag him towards the teachers dorms.

"I'll see you later Sweetheart." I yell after Alex as he makes his exit. I watch on as he plucks one of the first year emos from their pack and all my drags this kid towards the teachers dorms. I laugh as he does so, before turning back to the new kid, known as Brian.

He was the guy that was staring at me in the courtyard, but by the looks of him, it wasn't because he liked what he saw but because he was terrified beyond all reason. But he looks OK so I just grin warmly at him.

"So Brian, how you liking this place? Shit? Know the feeling." I smile to him, taking in all his features as I do so. Man, I hope this guy is a least a little bit gay.

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