All-American Prep

1 - Prince November

Hello and welcome to All-American Prep!

Just some notes beforehand:

1. This story takes place in Europe (It helps to read with a British accents in mind).

2. This story takes place in modern-day

3. This series will consist of 2 parts, and this book is about 30 chapters long.

4. If you couldn't tell, this story is boyxboy. So, reader discretion is advised.

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1 - Prince November

"Don't be such a piss-poor sport, Greg," I continued to taunt, leaned against the lengthy row of stainless steel lockers.

One ankle crossed in front of the other, stabbing the wooden floor polish with the toe of my dress shoe.

"Raise it."

The noisy buzz of passing conversations drowned out his heartbeat. Heels clacked. Papers shuffled. Laughter mimicked that of hyenas.

"I can't."

The day was drawing to a close. An orange glow streamed in through the long, vanity style windows. Car engines rumbled in the distance.

"No, no..." I disagreed, gently shaking my head. "Do not disappoint me."

The boy: Gregory Hoffman, age 15. A disfigurement the size of Europe plague his swollen face in the form of a mole. Grease infested each singular lock of his dark hair. Fat. Short. Reeking of deodorant spray.

But brilliant, nonetheless.

That fat, smelly brilliance shook in his white knee-high socks and satin loafers. I heard his tongue click against his pallet. Saliva swam through his throat.

He swallowed the dryness on his tongue, managing a frightened response, "Um... It would be quite difficult- "

"But not impossible?"

"Well, no..."

I sighed - so much so that even Shakespeare would've told me to play it less dramatic. But Gregory wasn't giving me what I wanted.

I found myself leaning forward, towards that Europe impersonating mole. My arms were folded, ankles crossed, and my gaze held stiff enough to turn a man to stone.

"I've never asked you for a favor. Not once. Me even coming to you, in the public eye, could potentially jeopardize everything. You could tattle. How am I to know?"

"I-I wouldn't do that!"

"You wouldn't do this and you wouldn't do that," I teased, tilting my head curiously, "What is it that you would do?"

A look of confusion began to sweat onto his face. The bulky set of books pressed against his chest were destined to crack a rib or two. He really needn't hold them so tightly; I wouldn't dare to hurt him.

I watched as his thin, oddly blue bottom lip threatened to quiver.

"I'm a very patient man, Gregory. I am. I've dealt with the likes of you before - small, fragile boys whom of which, for some reason, consistently refuse to help someone in need..."

He blinked wildly and shook like a dog, his lips parting and closing nervously. He fumbled for an answer.

"I...um... I guess I could- "