Lovers: Boarding School

_savage

"What happened to Moncton?" said one of the boys sitting by the mattresses.

"Didn't you hear? The guy lost his eye in some freak accident."

"Then one of the dorm prefects found some shrooms in his dorm and he got expelled."

"Oh yeah? Wouldn't he be the perfect mascot for the team we're up against next Wednesday?"

"Fuck the Pirates."

"Fuck the Pirates!"

Laughter and hoots exploded from the team as they cursed their enemies jovially, something which even the couch encouraged with a silent upturned twist of his beefy lips.

The atmosphere in the gym was a heady cocktail of male bravado and that illusory ambrosia of invincibility; they laughed and joked and jeered like boys drunk off their golden youth, like the consequences of their words and actions could not touch them because they were gods destined for glory, for immortality.

They thought themselves to be Victory personified.

But when they turned their heads to the sound of hard soles clicking on the scratched surface of the gym floor behind them, their illusions of grandeur were stripped and the little boys hiding behind their cloaks of invincibility were left naked at the faint sound of a violin playing.

A boy who wore his uniform like he maintained his relationships--lazy, messy, loose--walked into the gym, his jet black locks falling over his gunmetal eyes and his still-bruised cheek covered by a small bandage just above his cheekbone.

Gin Dolor just entered the scene.

Sauntering towards the bleachers with his hands in his pockets and his face a case study of boredom, Gin casually climbed the thin metal stairway to seat himself on one of the plastic chairs facing the team. Taking out a silver lighter and a black cigarette from his pockets, Gin lit the cigarette placed in his mouth with the lighter that had the same colour and sheen as his eyes which were staring down at Jack from across the gym.

"What is he doing here," whimpered one of the boys who was suddenly perspiring heavily--and not from the heavy workout that had them begging for the sweet release of death moments ago. The team silently stared at Gin alert like a herd of prey animals aware of a predator hiding behind a tall wall of grass. The only one who wasn't intimidated by the sudden manifestation of Gin Dolor stood up on his feet, his eyes of burning bourbon never breaking contact with Gin's.

"Hayden, Hunter it's your turn," barked the coach whose temples were spilling bullets of sweat and whose eyes averted the figure perched on the bleachers. There was little the coach could do to kick out this student intruding on his team's training session, because Gin Dolor wasn't just any student.

The only son--and now only offspring--of Dominic Eric Dolor, the co-founder of one of the most powerful law firms in the country, and Li Ru Zhao, the heiress of a real estate empire that owned almost a quarter of Shanghai, Gin Dolor had greatness running in his blood and even greater greatness destined in his cards. His incredible wealth and affluence had already made him an intimidating figure amongst the student body, but it was his mind--brilliant and unpredictable in its mechanizations--that had students and faculty running for the hills and stowing their girlfriends away whenever the bastard turned up to a scene breathtaking, lethal, and dangerous like a fallen angel.

When his younger twin sister Mary was still alive and well, Gin's and Mary's almost inhuman ability to read what the other was thinking was another startling twist to the mysterious boy's legacy. Interestingly, no one knew how deep or how shallow the twins' relationship was; if they were reluctant allies or passionate enemies. But if there was one thing for certain, it was that people believed Gin and Mary had something that was beyond what a normal person could ever have, which was why when anyone addressed Gin or Mary when Mary was still alive, Gin or Mary were called "Dolors"; they came in two or they didn't come at all.