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(Rian's P.O.V)
With a few more strokes, and my beach house would be finished.
Dabbing my brush and using my wrist to control the movements, I smiled in satisfaction. My beach house was turning out well, with the right shades and--.
"Ahh! Oh, man, dude, I am so sorry." Someone was shoved into me, causing me to lose control of my brush. The red paint that I was originally painting on the horizon spread across the whole canvas. Not only that, my favourite dark blue Tommy Hilfiger sweater was stained too. With a huge red blob on it, the sweater looked really messed up.
"Dude! Dammit, what the hell?!" I screamed, standing up and shooting daggers at Seth Cooper, the guy who had oh-so politely shoved into me. If looks could kill, I would have sent him to the depths of hell.
"Hey, I'm s-sorry, man." Seth didn't look sorry; In fact, he had amusement sparkling in his eyes. He's so going to get it.
I clenched my fist and pulled it back. Not thinking twice, I thrust it forward, aiming for his eye. Score! Hell yeah.
Seth's head snapped backwards due to the force. He groaned loudly in pain. "Shit man! This is definitely a black eye. You'll pay for this!" He attempted to punch me, but I easily dodged it. Instead I grabbed hold of the arm that went pass by my head and flipped him. Seth landed on the paint-filled ground with a loud thud.
"And that's what you get for playing a bloody prank on me." I spat at his face.
"Mr. Drew and Mr. Cooper." Madam Anne spoke up. When my head turned towards her direction, she scowled deeply. "Principal's office. Now."
"Whatever." I stormed off, shoving people who get in my way with my shoulder.
People stared as I angrily marched towards Mr. Howard's office, with a black eyed dude right at my tail.
For the nth time, Mr. Howard sighed. "Okay, tell me once more why you punched him, Rian. And please, be descriptive." He nodded hopefully.
I rolled my eyes, "I was painting a portrait for my extra credit, when this bloody arse heck of a guy came crashing on me. And guess what? It was on purpose. Wouldn't you punch the guy, who purposefully shoves into you and results you to scratch your car with your own keys?" Yes, I was fuming mad, and no, I didn't quite care about respect at that point.
"Touché." I heard Mr. Howard muttered under his breath. I smirked smugly. "Anyway, your point of view, Seth?"
"I was playing, ok? The guy looked so darn serious, he had to lighten up. I swear even my grandma would have got fed up with his seriousness. And my grandma, is a huge fan of someone being serious." Seth held both his hands up, surrendering.
I growled, "You shoved me, just for the fun of it? Where the fuck is your brain? That portrait cost me five points to an 'A'." I couldn't believe the guy. How could he? Art was important to me, he should know; He's been taking classes with me for so long. Art was special. It was the only thing that makes me remember my family, my parents.
"Mr. Drew! I will not tolerate such foul language here in my office, not even in the school compound. And for that you earn yourself detention." Mr. Howard finalized. I gaped at him, but I've done nothing wrong.
"That's insane. I didn't do anything. This is the guy you should giving detention to." I pointed to Seth, "He's the one that ruins my art work. He's the cause of," I waved my hands frantically in the air, "This!"
"I understand that. And yes, he'll have double the detention that you have. But-"
"Can I have a three months detention then?" I asked. I didn't care if I had to suffer three months of detention, just as long as Seth gets to pay for six.
"No, that will not do. Seth will however have two detentions. As I was saying, vulgarities will not get you anywhere. And hence why the detention is also given to you; for you to repent on the colorful words you've just said." Mr. Howard spoke, resting his chin on both his hands. "Is that understood? The both of you?"
"Yes, sir." Seth replied. I sneered, "Whatever."
"Manners play-" Some knocked on the door. The headmaster's eyebrows furrowed as he frowned. "Yes?"
The clerk who worked in the school office poked her head in. "Sir, the transfer students have arrived."
"Ah? That was early. Very well." He nodded, before facing us both again. "As I was saying, manners play apart too. That's why your detention has doubled. Anyway, here's a note to pass to Madam Anne on your artwork." Mr. Howard stood up, passed me the note and started for the door. I stood up as well, remembering what he said before.
"Uh, Mister. You mentioned that Seth would have double of my detention. Does that mean he has four detentions to attend now?" I smirked slyly.
The headmaster looked shock and down right speechless. "Well, uh.... I did say that..."
"What?! You can't do this! It was a bloody fucking accident, I had no intention of ruining that piece of crappy painting." Seth jumped up, protesting.
"Well, now I don't feel guilty for giving you four detentions then, since you too used the ever so colorful language. Have a good day. I assume you know how to see your way out?" The headmaster waved, biting his cheek to stop breaking out a grin. He shut the door immediately, leaving me with that honorable chestnut coloured guy.
"Nice going, punk. You cost me four detentions." Seth growled.
"Dude, you cost me my Art marks, and two pain-in-the butt detention. Not to mention, this!" I gestured to my sweater where a huge stain of red paint was on it. I glared at him straight into the eye for a minute straight, before deciding that it was useless being in the principal's office without the principal himself. I turned around and stalked off.
"You'll get it from me, mark my words, Drew." That was the last thing I heard from Seth before I slammed the door as loudly as possible.
Detentions here in Williston Academy weren't like normal afterschool detentions. No, instead, one detention occupies the whole of your Sunday afternoon. Yup, Sunday, from eleven in the morning till five in the evening, with only a short break in between. I smirked, no wonder Seth was so angry.
I walked back into the office, where I saw Mr. Howard, together with the clerk. In front of them were two guys, looking scarily similar. They shared a knowing look and nodded, maybe answering to a question the headmaster had asked. I shrugged, walking silently away.
I proceeded my way to the Art Studio. The students were filing out then, and most of them stared at me in amusement as I passed by them with the huge stain on my sweater.
I waited for everyone to exit the Art Studio before I entered it. Inside, my art teacher, Madam Anne was in front of a canvas, examining the painting. I stepped beside her, my heart aching a little. My perfectly painted beach house seemed like it was cancelled. As if it the painter had planned to cancel the painting, though in real life, the stretch of paint was by accident.
"Why are you here, Rian?" Madam Anne asked, her eyes not leaving my painting.
"Mr. Howard told me to pass you this." I handed her the note. "I was wondering if you could allow me to re-paint that?" I pointed to my painting.
Madam Anne read the note and nodded. She hesitated before speaking up, completely ignoring my question, "Did you have any family problems when you were younger, Rian?"
I fidgeted uncomfortably. I really didn't know what to say. I swallowed hard, deciding I should just tell the truth. "You have only been here for three years, Madam. I have been here since Preschool. In this state, I meant. From boarding school, to boarding school, I relatively forgot how my parents even look like. The only thing I remembered was this beach house we once went to in Miami." I stared blankly at the canvas, knowing that even if I tried to remember their faces again, I'd fail. As always.
"Did you know why they sent you here then?" She asked, finally taking a look at me.
I shook my head. "All I know is that Dad had promised me that he'd come back for me. But it has been twelve years, Madam." I drew in a shaky breath, growing a little riled up at my own father's actions.
"Very well then. I'm not going to allow you to re-paint another one. It'll be an utter waste of time." She said, "Instead, I'm going to grade you on this one. It's a true masterpiece, filled with your secrets." She gave me an encouraging smile.
"Thank you." I managed to whisper. YAY! I got an A! I got an A!
"Though it is a little too late, I shall bend the rules and change your grades. Now, what I think you should do is thank Seth, eh? And maybe apologize to him too." I stopped mental-celebrating.
"What? What for?" I asked, totally confused. No way in hell, am I thanking or apologizing to that jerk.
"Because, Mr. Drew, look at what he helped you with?" She pointed out.
"Well, that's true... But..." I hesitated. After giving him that black eye, there's no way is he ever going to accept my apology.
Madam Drew rested her hand on my shoulder, "Just think about it, ok?" I nodded.
Before exiting, I turned around, "Madam... Could you, could you not tell anyone about... that stuff?"
Madam Anne's smile almost reminded me of a mother's smile. I wondered if my Mom smiled like that. "Your secret's save with me."
I nodded curtly, before making my way to the dorm. I saw the headmaster and the two transfer students making their way across the lawn, proceeding to the Koi pond. There's something about those two brothers that's really amiss. The way the held their composure was really, strange. It was as if they knew everything around them, like they knew everyone's step. The shorter caught sight of me and made eye contact. I quickly adverted my gaze and stepped back. His emerald eyes gave me the chills. I shivered unknowingly, making my way away from that particular window.
I didn't bother to knock when I reached my room. I knew Alex would be inside, either making out with his boyfriend, or studying. My latter guess was right; Alex was at his table, frowning at an equation he didn't understand. Our beds were side by side, his neat, mine messy.
"Oh hey, Rian. Just so you know, in about ten minutes Evan is coming in. We're studying together." Alex announced. I groaned loudly.
"God! But, why? What subject do you need his help in?" I whined. It was always 'Evan this, Evan that.' I was practically kicked out of my own room.
"We've got chemistry." Alex grinned, standing up to stretch. He stopped half way when he saw my face of shock and realized what's the double meaning to his choice of words. "Eh... I meant, we have a chemistry test coming up, and I need help."
I raised my eyebrows, "Dude, you could have asked me."
A gay being gay, Alex put his hands on his hips, "Would you help me understand these formulas if I asked?"
I faked a thinking face, "Good point." I jumped off my bed, getting a new set of clothing.
"Where are you going?" Alex asked.
"To 416. I could have gone there, and slept off some stress, but I'd like to have a shower afterwards. And I wouldn't want to walk in on you guys." I stated, grabbing the keys.
Wondering why I have extra keys for the opposite room? Well, that's because Alex is the nephew of the founder of the academy. No one messes with him. And ever since he patched things up with Evan, things have gotten wild. Thus why the headmaster allowed me to have a free room, just so I could avoid on of Alex's moments.
I swiftly made it to the other side of the hallway, and jammed my keys inside it. From behind me, I saw a familiar brunette.
"What's up, Ash?" I greeted, opening the door. Walking in, I heard Ashley's footsteps getting louder and soon his panting was audible.
"Aw, man, this dude's luggage is heavy." He complained, setting the huge metal grey luggage by the side of the bed.
"Eh? There's someone moving in?" I asked, frowning.
"Yeah. They're the new transfer students. I'm gonna go now. Both have loads of boxes coming in from the airport. See you soon, Rian." And he was off.
I didn't know how, or even when, but after Ashley left, I fell asleep on the comfortable mattress. About half hour later, I awoke suddenly when I felt my phone vibrating. It was a text message from my darn roommate, warning me not to enter the room. Aw, shucks, he's such a sweetheart. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, right. Now when the transfer student came, where the heck am I supposed to go?
"Oh, whatever." I shrugged, standing up and heading towards the toilet. I stripped off everything, and stared in the mirror.
Did I look like my father, or my mother? Did I have at least their resemblance?
I felt like crying. Did they really hate me this much? To promise me they'd come back, but let me wait for twelve fucking years? As the tears brimmed, I heard someone opening the door.
A minute or two passed, and the bathroom door was opened. None other by the mysterious transfer student. I couldn't really see properly, as I was mixed within sorrow and drowsiness.
The guy had a phone in his hand, probably making a call or something since someone was screaming a hello at the end of the line. My eyes wondered to his other hand, which held, a wig. Wait, a wig? My eyes snapped to his head, and there it was; His long auburn hair. Without the wig, I was obvious the guy was actually a girl. 'She' had those girly eyes that guys always fall for, that pouty lip that makes it hard to focus when she's biting it. Why was she posing?
At the back of my mind, my conscience told me the usual, 'I told you so.' The transfer students were definitely hiding something.
Her voice brought back to my surroundings, "Uh, uh. Sorry, man. I didn't know someone was using my toilet. I'll wait outside till you're done." Her voice seemed naturally deep, so I really couldn't use that as evidence.
I squinted my eyes at her, "Yeah sure, dude. Could you get out then?"
"Ye-yeah. Whatever." Her eyes seemed to be roaming around, staring at me. Not in the eye, but at my body. It hit me then that I was stark naked, in front of who might be a girl. My face got deep red, and it was a lucky thing she turned around to leave as well. I tiptoed to the door, guessing that she was answering the person whom she had called.
"Hey, Sonia?" I was surprised at how unmanly her voice was. My eyes widen. I tiptoed nearer to the door, but stumbled on my own clothes. Damn it, stupid me.
The girl might have heard me as she cleared her voice then. "Dude, I think Rian knows who I am."
Two things screamed into my mind. First of all, after hearing her girly voice, I realized that it was obvious she was faking her manly voice. And second, how the hell did she know who I am?
Panicking, I stepped under the showerhead and bathed. I tried to think of a plan, to find out how she knew who I was and why she was posing as a guy. But I knew it would be too frank to bombard her with these questions. So I thought of another way; to play it cool, and find out slowly. Yeah, that sounds good.
I got out, and searched for my clothes. Realization hit me when I noticed my clothes were outside. Crap. But another plan formed in my mind. I grabbed a towel and wiped myself dry. Then, I wrapped myself, from my hips onwards, loosely. So I'd be giving the girl a full view of my abs. I smirked. Maybe this will go on faster and way easier.
I entered the room, walking swiftly as I could, heading towards my bag. It was located right behind the girl, on the bed. I noticed the girl had already put on a red cap. I chuckled inwardly; I think she thought that I had not been paying attention. Hah, wrong!
I stood in front of her and reached back, grabbing my bag. The girl blushed deep red, and pushed me backwards. For a girl who looks fragile, she got some strength.
"Dude. You gay?" She asked, making a disgusted looking face.
"What? No. My roommate is though." I frowned; she's pretty good at acting. "So, you're new huh?" I started, putting on my clothes.
"Hey, hey! Having one penaynay is enough, man. I don't need to see another one." She commented, her voice almost deceiving me once more.
"We're both guys. So what?" I continued changing. I saw her face went totally flat as she tried to control the blush from creeping out on her face.
"Gross. I bet you are gay." She remarked.
Quite insulted, I tried to ignore her remark. "Where are you from?"
"Chicago." She whispered.
"Ah? And why did you come here?" I asked, holding onto my shirt, and not putting it on.
"Cause I felt like a change of states. I'm not one who likes staying at one place all the time. So yeah. My parents are forever busy anyway." She shrugged.
I nodded, deciding not to push it any further. Finding out the truth is one thing. Not going over the limit is another.
I gave her a warm smile, "Well then, enough asking. My name's Rian. Rian Drew. Welcome to Williston Academy. I'm from room 417 but my friend is busy with another guy, so I'm sticking around here for a while, if you don't mind."
The girl hesitated for a moment. Just hurry up! I'm dying to know your name! She slid her slender, smooth hands into mine, grinning up at me, "The name's Nathan Allen, but please call me Nate." She shook my hand, her gaze not leaving mine.
"Thank you, the place is awfully huge and awesome. And of course, I wouldn't mind. I do have to unpack though." She pursed her lip, frowning as she did so.
"I'd be happy to help." I offered.
"Hm, okay then. But I'll handle the clothes myself. I'm just not used to opening up actually, and going straight to having a person touch my clothes is... to much." She reasoned. Chyeah, I snorted in my head. You just have clothes you need to hide.
"It's all set then." I let go of her hand and moving to a random box that had been delivered while I was in the toilet.
Nate followed suit as well, and opened up the box, revealing all her books and other studying material. Everything was going fine, with both of us packing the books away. But my tongue had a mind of it's own at one point of time.
" Hey, have anyone ever told you that you look like a girl?"
That's when she froze, and when her face went deadly white.