Boys Divisional School of Manners

Chapter 11

Nah, get me the fuck back home. Where's Dorothy when you need her?

"Harry you can order the pizza, phones right there and the number is on the board."

My stomach growls at the mere mention of pizza. It's been to long since I've indulged.

"What am I ordering?" I ask picking up the phone and dialling the number.

"Two larges, one with half cheese and half pepperoni, then the other is vegetarian. You like those right?"

"Pepperoni is fine."

"Hello this is Regino's pizza delivery, can I take your order?" A hurried tone spoke through the phone.

"Um yeah, two large pizzas, one vegetarian and the other half cheese half pepperoni."

"Any dipping sauce?"

I place my hand over the receiver as I ask Louis.

"May as well get a couple ranch, and whatever you want."

I remove my hand to finish placing the order, "Ranch."

"What's the address?"

"Address?" I speak to Louis.

"On the board." He points.

I inform the man Louis' address.

"It'll be delivered in an hour."

And with that he hung up the call and I replaced the phone back on its hook.

"An hour for pizza?"

"It's Thursday night, which around here is practically a Friday night." He shuffles around the kitchen, opening and closing the fridge to grab things.

"Why?"

"Because Friday is Gala night."

Oh. That shitty thing from school.

"Is there one tomorrow?"

"No, not for first years. Make yourself useful and you can start making the salad."

"Salad and pizza? Really?" I raise my eyebrows at the weird combination.

"Don't ask. It's a Liam thing." He laughs.

I ignore the fact Liam has some pretty strange cravings and I get to work on the salad. From the fixings Louis has pulled out I've started making a garden salad. We work silently, moving around the kitchen to get our work done.

He seems to be working on a chip dip of sorts. He's grated cheese and now he's working on something with cream cheese.

I focus on slicing and dicing different vegetables before mixing them all into the bowl.

"Done." I smile at the final product of the salad.

"Perfect. Thank you Harry." Louis beams up at me once he looked down at my work.

"You game right?" He asks.

"Yeah sorta."

"Sorta? You're a teenage boy. Isn't that all you do?" Louis laughs

"Not exactly." While most teenage boys run around playing football I didn't exactly have the most... Traditional? Upbringing. I didn't need video games to have fun. I didn't need sports to have fun.

"Well you're lucky you'll have such an amazing teacher, aka me." He grins, jerking his thumb to point at his chest. "I'll make sure you're the second best don't worry."