Alexander Morgan hated his expensive, yet exclusive, boarding school. He was bullied mercilessly by the rugby team and his only refuge was his room. Fortunately, as no one wanted to share a room with him, he enjoyed having a twin room all to himself...
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Clifton's POV.
I toyed with my food over dinner. I didn't feel hungry at all.
Some of my appetite had been lost before the meal had even begun as Dad quizzed me about how I was getting on with the rugby coach. He wasn't happy when I told him Dickie had his favourites and these favourites picked on Xander and other guys at school too. I told him about the altercations that I had with them and how we had nearly lost the first cup game because of their stupidity.
From his comments I could tell Dad wasn't too enamoured with Dickie's professionalism, although he didn't come right out and say so. Nevertheless I wouldn't like to be in Dickie's shoes if ever he had the misfortune of meeting my father.
The other cause for my loss of appetite was that Xander and I were going to do the same as we did at his grandparents place and take the first opportunity to tell my parents that I was gay and we were together. Obviously we would see how the conversation developed first and would do what we could to engineer it round to make it easier in telling them.
Whatever else I told them depended on their reaction. I thought that giving them a little piece of information at a time would be better than me hitting them with everything in one go.
The worst they could do was take me out of school and try to split us up. We would only be separated for 6 months, if that, and then we would both be 18 and could run away together. That's if we were brave enough to do so.
My parents were not fools, though, and that's what I was banking on. They wouldn't pay a fortune to privately educate me to then pull the plug on it with a few months to go.
Having lost one son I was pretty sure that they couldn't handle losing another. As they say 'The odds were in my favour'.
It had seemed so much easier for Xander to tell his grandparents, and even his father. They hadn't expressed any homophobic feelings at all and although Xander was nervous about telling them, and understandably so, it had felt the right thing to do.
I was glad that Mum and Dad had spent most of the meal asking Xander about his family in Thailand and of his travels in China, a country that I didn't know he had visited. I knew he had been in Hong Kong and, although I knew it was governed by the Chinese, I had always thought of it as a separate country.
Xander was great. He spoke with authority and with humour and he had my parents eating out of his hand. Dad in particular seemed well impressed with the quality and content of their conversation, something neither my twin nor I had been able to do very often.
"You're very quiet and haven't eaten much?" Mum observed as they all finished the meal. "Did you have something big for your lunch?"
"No Ma, just a jacket and baked beans over Bellfields. Don't feel that hungry tonight... that's all."
