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The Headmaster's Son
"Turn that damn thing off!," Jean-Pierre half-moaned, half-shouted, "it's too damned early you
fucking yank." And this is what dad considered a "respectable young man", Garyn thought to
himself. "Sorry," he muttered, raising up to see the blaring clock flashing 6:30 am, he reached
and turned off the alarm. Classes didn't start until 8:30, but he liked to get up with enough time to
shower, dress, and make sure everything was together for the day ahead.
After laying in bed for a few minutes, pondering what the day might have in store for him, he finally
got up, grabbed his uniform and headed to their bathroom. One perk to rooming with the
headmaster's son was they had their own bathroom, not to mention, a larger room in general.
While in the shower, he went over his schedule for the day: Latin, History of Early Civilizations,
Spanish, and Psychology, all subjects that would be considered college level back in the United
States. Once dried of and dressed in his school uniform, black slacks, white dress shirt, green
and gold tie, and a kelly green blazer emblazoned with the logo of the school, a gold lightning bolt
across a green shield adorned with the DuPont crest, topped it off. He quickly styled his short
blonde hair into a messy look that had long been popular back home, though it wasn't as chic as
the sleek, Euro-styles the other boys had. Looking at his reflection in the large, ornate mirror,
staring into his own sky blue eyes, he quietly mumbled to himself, "Well Garyn, I suppose this is
as good as it's gonna get, wonder what kind of turmoil you'll face this year."
He stood in the bathroom looking at himself for what could have been hours, he didn't know, all he
did know was, the person he was staring at was Garyn Laene, son of a billionaire, top mark
student at one of the most prestigious schools in the world, and also gay. A secret only two
people knew, Stark, his abusive ex-boyfriend from back home, and Laykynn, his best friend since
he was three. He wasn't ashamed of who, or what, he was, just scared of the repercussions of
what others finding out would bring. He didn't try to hide it, he just didn't talk about or flaunt it, not
that he really had a chance to, since very few students would talk to him, let alone, acknowledge
his existence. There he was, fifteen and gay, in an all boys boarding school, he chuckled at the
irony of it all. Then came the banging on the door. "Get out of there already, I have to ralph!,"
Jean-Pierre yelled. "Shouldn't have drank all that bourbon," he muttered under his breath as he
opened the door, only to be thrown out and have to door slammed in his face before he could
protest. The next sounds he heard were of Jean-Pierre vomiting. Hopefully this time he actually
makes it in the toilet, he thought to himself as he walked over to make his bed, a chore that had to
be done before going to class.
It was only 7:45, "Still enough time to get to the library and read up on my lessons for the day," he
said quietly to himself. The reason he received top marks was because; Garyn liked school, he
liked learning, it made him feel empowered to know so much about so many different things. He
wanted nothing more than to escape the world that his family lived in, he wanted to make his own
fortune and become famous on his own. He secretly desired to be a top fashion designer,
something he would rather die than tell his father. His dad referred to gays as "a sub-human
abomination to the world that should be exterminated." So one could see his reasoning behind
keeping it hidden, and the one thing he had to work hardest to keep hidden, his attraction to his
new roommate, Jean-Pierre.
Jean-Pierre Laurent, son of the headmaster of Louis DuPont, Gilles Laurent, was everything you
would expect the son of the headmaster to be, pompous, egotistical, cocky, and just an all-around
ass. He was obviously the most popular boy at DuPont, and apparently the sleaziest. He would
always brag about his weekend conquests to his group of goons, whose combined IQ was
probably less than one hundred, Garyn guessed. He was always finding some way to smuggle
some form of alcohol into the dorms, he didn't care what he was drinking, just so that it made him
feel good. Garyn had never been offered any of the plundered liquor, nor did he ever expect to