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

I watch the little scene unfold before me, the little kiss, the petnames. Alex is gay too? I thought he was just joking around. I push the though to the back of my mind and choose to answer Coby's question.

"Well I've not really seen much of it to be honest, just the inside of my room and my eyelids." I say, with a weak laugh, "But it seems okay, y'know? Some of the people however..."

I can't stop the involuntary shudder going through me, "Sorry, I got double-teamed by Zacky and Mick pretty much as soon as I got here. I think I may be traumatised for a while."

Well done Brian, insult people who are no doubt his friends.

I laugh loudly, "Oooh yeah, Mick told me about that. I'm sorry, but I had to laugh when I heard about it. Don't panic though, we aren't all like that. Some of us are flirty in a more subtle way." I laugh again before walking to his side. This is probably freaking him out more than the Mick and Zacky welcome but I'm nervous, so sue me.

I move around to his side and take his arm into my own, threading mine through his and smiling at him.

"Right. Since Alex has abandoned you for his duty of "big buff muscle man," looks like you are going to be eating with me. What a peril?!" I laugh before staring us at a walking pace towards the dining hall.

I look down at our joined arms. It's a little uncomfortable if I'm honest, I'm not really used to being in this position. I don't really have any choice but to go along with it though.

"Don't worry about it, dude, I'd have laughed too if it hadn't been happening to me." I say, changing the subject.

I follow along with him, not really being given the chance to do anything but.

"See, I prefer people being a little upfront with me when they're flirting, I know who to hide from then." I say, laughing, hoping he takes it in the joking way that it was intended.

"Not one for the cock then I'm guessing?" I ask him, and I can't help but feel a little bit disappointed.

"Don't worry. We aren't all like the Zacky's and the Mick's, some of us understand that being gay isn't for everyone." I smile to him, "I mean, when Alex first came here, he was a little bit like you actually, a little homophobic too but we sorted him right out," I laugh, "Now he just lives with us like we are whether he likes it or not. But I have a sneaky suspension that he does like it." I laugh.

"By the way, if I talk to much, just hit me, yeah? S'what everyone else does." I say as we make our way to the back of the queue. Me smiling and waving to most people as I pass them.

"Got it." I say with a smile, "As long as you do the same when I start being a retard, okay?"

I'm feeling a little more comfortable around him already. He seems to accept that I'm not interested in other boys. He also doesn't appear to be plotting to try and prove me wrong. Which is a relief. Unless he's being subtle like he mentioned before...

Brian, stop thinking.

"I'm sorry if I come across as a little homophobic as well, I'm not, seriously." I nod down to our adjoined arms with a smirk, "I'm just not used to being in an environment where being straight is considered strange, y'know?"

"Seriously dude, don't worry, I get it. We were all in a normal school at least once in our lives, we all understand." I smile to him before unlinking out arms and standing in the queue.

"So, you looking forward to this party tonight?" I ask him, smirking a little, knowing exactly what is going to happen tonight. Not that I'm going to enjoy it, honestly. But we will see what he is made of that's for sure.

"To be perfectly honest, less as it gets closer." I say, as I dig my hands into my pockets and rock back and forth on my heels, "I just keep thinking, shit I'll get thrown out before I've even had a lesson and then fuck knows where I'll be sent next."

The queue moves along slowly as I start contemplating where I'll get sent next. Probably somewhere like Tibet, to learn from the Tibetan monks how to surpress any natural urges.

"I worry too much, in case that hasn't already become blatantly obvious."

"Thrown out?" I ask him a little loudly as I move closer to him and throw an arm over his shoulder.

"Sweetie. It's actually impossible to get thrown out of this place. This place is sort of, the last resort, y'know? You can't get much worse," I say to him with a sweet smile, "Besides, you seem like a really nice guy. I mean, you wouldn't be thrown out. I mean, we still have Zacky, what does that tell you."

I smile and rub his shoulder gently as we move slowly in the queue, "And don't worry about this party. It won't be so bad for you because you know people. These type of parties are just worse when you don't know anyone. And you've got me so it's all good."

I'm not used to any guy touching me in this way. My contact with other guys has been limited to the odd pat on the back or the repeated ass kickings. I know it's meant to be friendly and reassuring but it just feels a bit weird. Of course I don't want to say anything coz I don't want offend him. I suck it up and just nod, focusing on something else.

"Last resort, eh? Wow, never expected to end up being one of those kids." I say, mentally kicking myself, "Oh well, a life of mediocrity, here I come."

I just can't stop, can I? I choose to change the subject again, trying to get away from my brilliant ability to insult people pretty much instantly.

"That's true and if I feel threatened, I can always use your hair to defend myself." I say, laughing.

"Erm..." I'm not sure whether to take that as an insult or not and he's just nervous. I choose to think that it's the latter and glare playfully at him, "Hey, don't joke, this hair has stunned and stimulated many a men. In more ways that one." I laugh as I pull at some of the spikes on the top of my head.

"One of those kids? And what's that supposed to me?" I ask him, hugging him closer to me, smirking, "You know the more you insult me the closer you're gonna get." I laugh.

And better by the way he's going, I'm going to be inside of him by the end of the night.

"Great, I'm being threatened by a hedgehog."

I'm pulled ever so slightly closer to him. He wasn't joking. I figure I better keep quiet on the whole hair subject, I'll end up being surgically attached to him at this rate.

"Sorry, this is that whole retarded thing I mentioned earlier. I joke around when I'm nervous. I like the hair, seriously. Makes a change from the neatly coiffed preppy types I'm used to." I explain, thinking back on the horrible mass of ironed curtains or short, smart locks my old school was full of, "And I don't really have any defense for the other comment, blame my dad. It was all I heard on the drive up here. How disappointed he was that he was taking his son, his namesake to somewhere like this. Kinda got drummed into my skull."

"Ooh good GOD, parents," I loosen my grip on him a little and drop my arm from his shoulder and look up the queue to notice we are next in line, thank God, "You are forgiven then. Parents are just like that, manipulative and such like. My mom gave me the whole disappointed speech all the way through my Christmas break last year. Seriously, so many of us just stay here. It's better than home sometimes."

I smile at the woman behind the counter who hands me and Brian each a plate of, what looks like, pasta of some description. I thank her with a nod as we walk out of the queue, both of us examining the food.

"It looks safe, that's all I'm saying." I say as I make my way down the aisle to a spare table.

I look over the pasta, poking it a little with my forefinger, "It may look safe but are we sure it's even pasta? It looks like that polystyrene shit they pack things up with."

I quite prodding the pasta and sit at the table with Coby. I dig into the food, figuring it might taste better than it feels. I'm sadly proved wrong. I continue chewing the food and force it down quickly.

"And it tastes only marginally better."

I put my fork down by the pasta, "Sorry to hear about your mom. I mean, I know I don't know what happened exactly but... I know how it feels when you're treated like a disappointment. What happened to the whole 'your parents will always love you regardless' spiel we get fed by Oprah?"

"My mom loved me once. Before I turned fifteen anyways. Ha, that's a birthday I'll never forget." I laugh slightly, before taking a bite of the pasta. I make a grimace face before shaking my head and digging in anyway. I don't care how bad it is, I am in need of some food.

"Basically, when I was fifteen, I had a few friends 'round my house for like a birthday thing. But they had plans for me, like friends do, y'know? Basically, their plan was an "experimentation party." So to cut a long yet interesting story short, my mum caught me and my friends in a circle blowing each other. Has never looked at me the same way since." I say, trying to keep all the facts to a minimum, because judging by Brian's face, he looks horrified.

Ooooh Boy, tonight is going to be interesting.

I'm glad I'm not eating right now. I'm pretty certain I'd be choking on the pasta and I'd be getting an alternate heimlich off a horny student. However, the fact I'm not eating doesn't stop me from choking on my own saliva. That takes talent.

Images are now flooding my mind of Coby in this situation. Of course, with me not knowing any of his friends from back home, they're replaced by Zacky, Alex and Mick. Oh God, brain please just stop working.

"Well, parents shun what they don't understand?" I offer, my voice dipping up like a question, "Sorry. You don't seem like you need any kind of platitudes. It's... force of habit."

I smile, weakly and pick my fork up. I feel the sudden need to have something in my mouth. To stop me talking...

"No, but you'd think she'd forget after like a few weeks. Or at least try to forget. Not bring it up all the time at family events..." I stop myself before I start up on a full blown rant and look at Brian who is now actually eating, and by the looks of it, he doesn't really want to.

"So, why you in here then? I mean what did you do to get in here?" I say, hoping that if he leads the conversation he won't be so damn nervous.

"You mean you haven't already heard the story?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow.

I'm sort of relieved, means at least one other person hears my side. Not that there's really much to say, but fuck knows what kind of thing it's been embellished with already. I was probably jacking off, hanging from a curtain pole by a noose while sniffing chloroform.

"Well, my dad's like a serious religious freak and... well, he caught me jerking off and... yeah. That's pretty much it. I was sinning by pleasuring myself so I've been sent here to straighten myself out." I say, almost laughing, "It's ridiculous, right?"

I widen my eyes at him and pull the fork from my mouth, trying my hardest not to choke myself as I cover my mouth. I swallow down the mouthful of tasteful food quickly and laugh, coughing as I do so.

"No way. That's... insane. I didn't even get sent here for a circle-blow let alone that." I whisper hush as I move closer to him, leaning on my arms on the table.

I laugh again and rest my head on the table, trying to get my breath back.

"That's amazing. Thank you so much."

I love how everyone finds this so funny. I guess it is in a way. I'm sure within a few weeks, I'll be laughing it off like everyone else but for the moment it's still downright humiliating.

"Glad I could give you a laugh." I say, laughing a little myself, "Seriously though, living in a family that would do that, is there any wonder I'm a bit... weird?"

I drop my fork by my half-eaten plate of pasta, "Christ, I'm going to lose so much weight here."

I calm myself down somewhat, waving my hands at my face to try and make myself less red than I probably am.

"OK. I'm good," I say before breathing and looking back at Brian, "You aren't weird. Just a little, odd, hell we all are so... yeah..." I am suddenly cut short with a piece of pasta flying towards my head. I dodge it so it hits the floor next to me and look to where it came from. That's when I see Zacky and the others all stood by the dining hall doors, grinning evilly at me.

God, I feel so sorry for Brian already.

I turn back to him with a warming smile, "Well, it looks like it's party time."

"Already?"

I look up to the clock. Seems a bit early to be getting a party going. Fuck, who am I to dispute this? I'm feeling pretty nervous, my stomach is all over the place. Or that might just be the pasta.

"Okay then, uh..." I get up from my seat, "Lead the way."

Why do I have a feeling this isn't going to be my kind of party?

I smile sidelong towards Brian as we make our way out of the dining hall and into the eerily quiet halls. Jesus, Zacky got all the others up to his room pretty sharpish, didn't he?

I take my lip in between my teeth as I think of how this night is going to pan out. I mean, he nearly died when I told him about me being caught in a blow-circle with my friends, how the hell is he going to be survive this? I am starting to really feel sorry for him. But I'm not going to tell him this, or anything about this because it'll be my head as leader of North block on the line. And no matter how cute this guy is, I can't let this happen.

I realise that it has being a walk up the stairs and practically a hike down the halls to the room, where laughing can already be heard, before either of us has said anything.

"So, ready for this?" I ask him, as causally as I can as I knock on the door, knowing Zacky's he's locked it so he can make some strange ass greeting.

"To use the cliche, about as ready as I'll ever be."

Part of me expects Zacky to open the door in full S&M gear, Mick trailing behind him in a gimp mask. I look across at Coby, I feel a little safer with him here. Like he said, [or was it Alex?], it should be easier having people I sort of know around me.

"Besides, I'm sure it'll be fine. The teachers may be pretty much no shows," I haven't seen any since I've arrived, "But I'm sure they'd draw the line at murder, right?"

I look up from my position on the floor to the door. I grin as I do so.

"I hear a knocking, that can only mean one thing," I smirk as I get up from my spot on the floor and make my way over to the door, "Right boys?"

"COBY!" A few of my friends behind me chorus as I laugh and reach for the door handle. I twist the knob and pull open the door.

"Did you hear that? They knew it was you." I say to Jacoby with a laugh and a smirk.

"Hello Brian. Ready for your first EVER St Luke's party?" I ask him in a slightly sinister voice as I pull both him and Jacoby inside the room. I shut the door behind them and lock it also. No one can get in, or out now.

I smile nervously looking round the room. There are a lot of other boys here. [Well I say a lot, there are about 7, I haven't actually counted.] I recognize a few faces, Mick, Zacky and Alex. Everyone else is completely new to me. and have their eyes firmly fixed on parts of my body.

"Uh, I suppose so..."

The first thing I notice when I can look away from the staring eyes, is how unpartylike this whole place is right now. It's very... dull. Pretty much the same as when I left earlier.

"So, what kind of party is this anyway?"

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