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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
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  Fandom:
      The_Yogscast, Hat_Films_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Ross_Hornby/Chris_Trott, Zoey_Proasheck/Fiona_Riches, Paul_Sykes/Chris
      Lovasz, Kim_Richards/Hannah_Rutherford, Duncan_Jones/Kim_Richards, Martyn
      Littlewood/Alex_Smith, Alex_Parvis/William_Strife, Joakim_Hellstrand/Zoey
      Proasheck, Lewis_Brindley/Rick_van_Laanen, Tom_Clark/Alex_Parvis
  Character:
      Ross_Hornby, Alex_Smith, Chris_Trott, Paul_Sykes, Chris_Lovasz, Kim
      Richards, Hannah_Rutherford, Duncan_Jones, Lewis_Brindley, Simon_Lane,
      Mark_Turpin, Martyn_Littlewood, Zoey_Proasheck, Fiona_Riches, William
      Strife, Alex_Parvis, Rick_van_Laanen, Joakim_Hellstrand, Tom_Clark,
      Matthew_Meredith
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Swearing, Teenagers, Teen_Angst, Teen
      Romance, Teen_Pregnancy, Implied/Referenced_Domestic_Violence, Violence,
      Guns, Murder, Farting, Frottage, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_Edgewood_Collection
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-01 Updated: 2018-03-14 Chapters: 13/? Words: 22717
****** Edgewood High - Petals in the Wind ******
by HintehDehPengu
Summary
     Edgewood is back for the Spring term. Happy January!
     The cold weather is sure to be frosty, but will they get snow this
     year? No one knows! And will Form Y0G5 survive the volatile new kid?
     With more drama to ensue, I am sure this term will be... great?
Notes
     AAAHHHHHH FINAAAALLLLYYY! I'm sorry I kept you guys waiting so long
     for the second story. I took too long on the first one, but I'm
     really feeling back in the fanfiction writing mood, so I'm pumping
     out as many as I can!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Troubled Tom *****

HAPPY NEW YEAR! It was 2015 now, and the frosty nation of England was, well,
frosty. It was cold, and everybody was wrapped up warm. Let's see what
everybody did over the holidays!
Zylus
Zylus spent time with his parents over Christmas, and they bought him
everything he'd asked for. He also bagged a girlfriend, and they were dating
long distance now.
Rythian
Rythian was distracted all of Christmas. He couldn't stop thinking about Zoey,
still. His parents didn't understand what was wrong, but they'd learnt to just
leave him in these particular situations.
Kim
Pregnant and going crazy about the fact she's having twins, Kim spent Christmas
with her family back in Malaysia.
Trott_&_Ross
Since they're neighbours, the two of their families spent Christmas together!
Ross' brother was a massive dick throughout the whole experience, and Trott's
dad walked in on the two of them making out once... oops.
Zoey_&_Fiona
Zoey and Fiona had spent Christmas together, in arms. They spent it mostly
playing video games together, going out to cafe's and... just being together!
Sjin
Sjin had got 17 new beanies for Christmas, and he couldn't wait to show them
off to everybody! He'd also bumped into his ex girlfriend, and it was... how do
I put this..? Awkward...
Sips
Sips had a great time back in Canada, with his family. They played in the snow,
drank hot chocolate, and opened presents. Sips had also declared himself a
vegetarian, and had become obsessed with GTA 5... joy.
Turps
Turps had enjoyed Christmas. With his dad being a massive party animal, like
him, they had thrown a HUGE Christmas party. Turps had met his new girlfriend
there, and she lived fairly close to Edgewood. So the two had made plans to
meet up again!
Martyn
Martyn always loved Christmas! Especially when he got a new kitten!!! He
couldn't wait to show his classmates pictures upon pictures of her.
Lewis
Lewis was always a grump when it came to Christmas, spending most of his time
in his room, playing new games he'd bought. Including Terraria, in which he'd
developed a whole new personality called 'Filbert'.
Hannah
Hannah had always enjoyed Christmas to the point of hating it... did that make
sense? Her mother always did a slap up Christmas dinner, and her father made
terrible jokes and got drunk on mulled wine. Ah, the life.
Simon
Simon had gone back home to his fairly educated parents, and his presents
consisted of study books, and only a few games he'd asked for... oh well.
Parv
So, Parv spent most of his Christmas holiday, minus Christmas Day, 'at a
friends house'. At least, that's what he told his parents... he'd had so much
unforgettable sex, and then sex he'd rather forget. Let's not talk about 'the
fart incident' of the 28th...
Duncan
Duncan had had a terrible Christmas. None of them had been especially 'fun'
since his parents died and his sister went to jail... The other kids at the
kids home had decided it'd be funny to mess up the presents, so Duncan ended up
getting a Barbie and a whoopie cushion.
Smith
And last, but not least, Smith... He'd spent Christmas with his uncle, aunt and
five cousins... Ugh. They were fun, but pain-stakingly annoying. He couldn't
wait to get back to Edgewood... as crazy as that sounded.
 
Strife checked the register. "Good. All but one." he said, smiling. "But, sir,
we're all here." Lewis said. "A new kid is joining Y0G5 today. Please, take a
look at your dorm placements." Strife said, stepping away from the whiteboard.
Room 2B: Chris L., Paul
Room 4B: Alex S., Chris T., Simon
Room 8B: Mark, Joakim, Ross
Room 12B: Duncan, Martyn, Alex P.
Room 16B: Tom, Rick, Lewis
Room 2G: Kim, Hannah
Room 7G: Zoey, Fiona
The school had changed the dorm numbering, with B standing for boys and G
standing for girls. The class gathered around, finding their name. Sjin whooped
in victory. "Tom?" Duncan asked. "Yes, Tom is the new student joining us
today." Strife said. Duncan recognised that name... and he was hoping it
wasn't, well... him.
Once they had all packed up their stuff, and put on some extra layers above
their uniform, they headed to tutor. The new kid was sat. He had dusty brown
hair, light blue eyes, glasses and... a beanie. Shit. Lewis approached him, and
he automatically stood up. He put out his hand for a shake, and Lewis took it.
Tom pulled him in, laughing, and then shoving him down to the ground, sitting
back down at his desk, flipping the bird to the rest of the class members.
Lewis groaned, standing back up. "You! You fuckhead!" Duncan yelled, shoving to
the front of the in shock crowd. "If it isn't you, blondie." Tom laughed.
"Don't call me that..." Duncan growled. "Did that wound heal?" Tom pouted.
"Yes.. for your information, it did. Why the fuck are you here?" Duncan was
fuming. Why was he here?! "Did some things.. this, that. Frank and Patricia-
sorry, I mean mummy and daddy... dumped me, again. Merry Christmas!" Tom
smirked. "Don't call them mummy and daddy... you were no son to them." Duncans
breathing pattern went out of sync, he was drawing deep breaths, trying to stay
in control, alert and not punch the fuck out of his asshole... "I was more of a
son than you could have been. I mean, hospitalized. What a pussy." Tom snorted,
standing up. Duncan went to punch the motherfucker, but Kim stopped his fist.
"Both of you, stop." she sighed, pushing Duncan back. "Ooh, who's this?" Tom
giggled. "Got a girlfriend? Man, I thought you were gay." he snickered. "SHUT
UP!" Duncan yelled, and Strife walked in at that moment. "Quieten down, sit
down, shut up. Thank you." he straightened his tie. Everybody did so, sitting
in their appropriate seat. Damn, tutor was usually boring but... not today!
"So. Welcome back. I hope you all had a good Christmas, I sure did!" Strife
smiled. "How was America?" Martyn asked. "America was great." Strife sighed.
"Oh! Oh! Sir!" Sjin waved his hand. "What is it, Paul?" Strife pointed. "How
was Parv's bedroom?" he asked. "Wha-- what do you mean?" Strife coughed,
laughing nervously. "We all know by now, sir... just saying." Simon sighed.
"Wait, the teacher is fucking someone called Parv?" Tom asked, cackling. Nobody
really paid attention to him. "Can we just talk about the fart incident for a
second." Ross blurted out. Strife cringed. "NO! NO NO NO!" he walked outside
the classroom. "And so, children. This is why you don't have sex until you're
ready." Kim said, sighing. "Says you, pregnancy." Tom scoffed. "Sorry, what was
that, beanie boy?" Kim asked. "Couldn't hear me over your sluttiness?" he
laughed. Hannah stood up immediately, but Fiona sat her back down again. "No
point getting worked up over him... he's not worth it." she sighed, and Hannah
nodded. Parv smirked, turning to look at Ross. "Well done embarrassing the shit
out of him." Ross shrugged, opening his mouth to speak... Strife walked back
in. "I FARTED WHILE PARVIS WAS GIVING IT TO ME!" he yelled. There was a moment
of silence... before the room burst out with laughter. "Did he like it?" Trott
asked. "Fuck no, it was gross." Parv cringed. Strife hid his face in
embarrassment, and sat on his chair, spinning. He had probably said that too
loud...
 
Past that very awkward tutor session, they had a free day. Classes didn't start
until tomorrow. Hooray! Lewis and Zylus decided to confront Tom in their dorm.
He was laying on his bed, headphones on, and watching something. The two boys
had snuck in, not getting his attention whatsoever. Zylus nonchalantly and
secretly reached for his suitcase, taking the gun. Yes, he'd kept it. He put it
in his pocket, without either seeing. Lewis tapped Tom on his shoulder, and he
looked up. He took his headphones off. "What?" he asked, staring down Lewis. "A
wizard would like to know if... you had seen his John Thomas?" Lewis asked, in
his Filbert voice. "Listen, I don't do gay wizards. Fuck off." Tom tutted,
about to put his headphones back on. Zylus took his headphones away from him,
unplugging them. "Give them the fuck back..." Tom growled. "Not until you tell
us why you're being such an eikel." Zylus said, dangling his headphones in
front of him. "Tell me why I should talk to you, reetneuker." Tom smiled
sickly. "How the fuck do you know Dutch?" Zylus asked. "A wizard is rather
bothered. Now, tell us why-." Lewis began, but Tom stood up, kicking him down
to the ground, and holding him down by putting his foot over his mouth. Zylus
shoved him down. "KUT!" he yelled. Tom laughed, and Lewis had run out in
stress, worry and anger.
Tom sat up, grabbing into his pocket for his knife, putting it to Zylus'
throat. Zylus, hand shaky, pulled out his gun, putting it to Tom's head. Tom
laughed. "We're going to get on rather well." he said, putting his knife back
into his pocket, and grabbing his headphones. He threw them onto his bed, shut
his laptop, and headed out of the door. Zylus, gobsmacked, wondered what the
fuck just happened... He sat down on his bed, head in his hands. What the
actual fuck. Was Tom an ally or an enemy?
 
Kim sighed. "Listen... I have something to tell you both." she bit her lip.
Simon and Martyn looked up. "What is it?" Simon asked. "I'm having... urgh..."
Kim groaned. "What?" Martyn had a feeling of what she was about to say... but
he wasn't. "I'm having twins." she got out. "Oh... congratulations, I guess."
Simon smiled weakly. "Well... sucks for the kids." Kim said, sighing. "Yeah,
congratulations." Martyn smiled, his ray of sunshine shining through the dark,
English weather. "Duncan must have some strong ass sperm, huh?" Simon said. Kim
generally felt a bit... sick. Oops. She vomited, all over Martyn's tablet. He
cringed. "Kiiim!"
Later on, when Martyn and Simon had dispersed, and Fiona and Zoey had joined
Kim, Ross was walking by. He bumped into Tom, and he was put into a headlock.
Ross started to shout for help, as Tom put pressure onto his neck. Kim gets
alerted to the trouble, and stands up immediately. Zoey and Fiona start
shouting for her to sit down, but she runs and punches Tom square in the face.
He let go of Ross, and felt at his face. That fucking hurt. "YOU FUCKING HURT
DUNCAN, YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING CUNT!" Kim started punching him again, over and
over. Fiona runs over, with Zoey going to comfort Ross. Fiona drags Kim away,
still kicking and yelling. Tom lunges for her, but Zoey pushes him back. "I'LL
KILL YOU, AND YOUR FUCKING BABY! YOUR STUPID FUCKING BABY!" Tom yelled,
storming off. Ross stood in disbelief, and Zoey and Fiona rushed Kim off to a
safe place to calm down.
 
"He totally stole it from me." Sjin said, sighing. "He's never known you."
Hannah said, sighing. "So?! Doesn't matter! He still stole it from me. I swear
to you..." Sjin scowled. He was gonna say something about it... he had to
reclaim his fashion domination! ...but maybe another time, that Tom guy was
scary...
***** Get to Know You *****
Chapter Summary
     Sjin gets into tutor early, and sees someone he's been equally
     dreading and wanting to see...
     Also, there's a breakup.
Chapter Notes
     Yeyy! Ok so if you watch Tom's Cities Skylines playthrough, you'll
     understand a bit more about his backstory! (Yes I'm somewhat basing
     it off of that)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
6th of January, classes started today, and Sjin decided to get into tutor very
early. He tried the door, which was usually locked, but it opened right up. He
noticed Tom on his laptop, typing rather rapidly. Sjin stepped in, making
himself known. Tom looked up. "Fashion thief..." he muttered.
"No way, I was wearing beanies before you." Sjin fired back.
"Fuck off, cocksucker."
"Make me. I wear the beanie better."
"No, I wear it better. I've been wearing this since I was 9, now I'm 16 now."
"Fuck you. I've been wearing beanies for years!"
Tom stood up, drawing his knife. "You'd best get the fuck out, little one.
Never argue with me." his eyes were full of anger, and Sjin was terrified. "DO
YOU UNDERSTAND?!" he yelled. Sjin quickly nodded, running out.
Tom sat back down, getting back into the zone. What he was doing, well... Not
good things, that's for sure. It had all begun when he was 11...
 
Dear Diary,
Mum yelled at me again today. I don't know why she thinks I'm such a bad kid. I
do everything. Take out the trash, answer the door, do the washing up,
everything! She's not been the same since Dad died from that disease thing. He
shouldn't have gone to that... place. I don't know why he couldn't have just
stayed here... with us... in Sunnyside. I don't know why, but Mum has been
saying I should be fed to the cults, and used a sacrifice. She hates me. I've
been working on my programming on computers, and I think I've nailed it! I'm
thinking of running away, maybe to South Shadyside, or maybe even Ovlabuttia...
I don't know. I'll write to you again tomorrow...
-Thomas
 
Smith had fallen asleep on Martyn the previous night, after watching a whole 3
hour movie. Well, most of it... Duncan had already left, and Martyn had told
him that Parv usually leaves early. Though, that was only what Simon and Sips
told him.
Martyn woke up, smiling as per usual. He laid around, on his phone, waiting for
Smith to naturally wake up. When he did, he bombarded him with pictures of his
new kitten. Smith found cats cute, so he enjoyed it. "You're cuter than your
kitten, though." he smiled. Martyn blushed. "Thanks, Smith." he kissed him on
the cheek.
 
Lewis and Zylus are on their gaming laptops, playing Garry's Mod together. They
were only playing Sandbox, but seemed to get on better than at first glance.
"Spawn in Doctor Mossman, she's actually pretty hot." Lewis said.
"Really, Lewis? I have a girlfriend now..."
"Oh, right, yeah. Have you ever dated before her?"
"Once, yeah... but she dumped me for another guy who had come over from France.
It sucked major dick..."
"That's a shame... I've only dated Hannah, had a few crushes on other girls,
but... y'know, just never found anybody."
"That sucks, but, eh... sometimes being single is great."
"You can talk, Mr I have a girlfriend now."
Zylus laughed. "Stop it, you idiot." he threw a scrunched up ball of paper at
Lewis, who deflected it quick enough.
 
Kim was worried for the whole school. Tom wasn't safe. He wasn't... right. She
was a ton more protective of herself now, and those around her. She walked into
the library, meeting up with Hannah. "Hey, Hannah." she said, smiling weakly.
"Hi." Hannah said, stretching. She had her coffee with her, and her newly blue
dip-dyed hair looked amazing. "Your hair looks great." Kim complimented, laying
a kiss on her cheek. "You've told me that a couple thousand times, now." Hannah
giggled. "Only 'cause it's true." Kim smiled, caressing her cheek. They heard a
yell, coming from outside. Oh, no...
They run outside, seeing Ross and Trott yelling at each other... it's happening
again!
"I SAW YOU LOOKING FUNNY AT MY BROTHER!" Ross yelled.
"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM, ROSS, THAT'D BE
STUPID." Trott yelled back.
"WELL YOU MIGHT AS WELL, YOU FUCKING CHEAT." Ross attempted to punch Trott,
missing.
"DON'T GET VIOLENT WITH ME! I DON'T HAVE TO FUCKING BE WITH YOU, YOU COLD
HEARTED DICK!" Trott was welling up, tears in his eyes.
"FINE! ENJOY MY BROTHER, THEN!" Ross yelled one final time, shoving Trott, and
then storming off. Trott bursts into tears, and before Hannah can get to him,
he's run off. Everybody was staring. Those in Y0G5 were used to this by now,
but that wasn't the point... They'd broken up again. What's the surprise
factor, here?
Rythian checked his watch, seeing that it was almost time for tutor. He quickly
ran to the dorms to grab his bag, and then ran to tutor...
 
As he ran in, he saw Tom... Uh oh. He was waiting for a punch, a kick to the
balls, anything! But... no?
Tom stood up, approaching Rythian, and outstretching his hand. "Tom. Tom
Clark." he smirked. Rythian took the hand, shaking it. "Joakim... Hellstrand.
But, call me Rythian... please." he gulped. "Rythian... that's nice." Tom went
and sat back down. The door opened again... Rythian recognised that red hair...
it was Zoey.
"Hi, Rythian." she said, smiling and waving.
"H-h-hi..." he stuttered back, waving slightly, before running off to his desk.
Tom looked to Zoey, and then to Rythian, and smirked. Oh, boy, the
information... He starts typing things into his laptop, before shutting it
again.
Chapter End Notes
     Ohh, the plans I have for some of these characters is pure evil.
     Shh, I said nothing.
***** Hacker *****
Chapter Summary
     Shit starts to go wrong in English class, with the class and teacher
     not knowing the cause....
      
     Well, except for two people.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
8:30. Tutor had begun. The bell rang, and Rythian felt himself tense. He was
back, in school. He had done terribly in his mock exams, and his parents
weren't the proudest of him... but who cares when he had Zoey?
He wasn't sure what went on through that day. From PE, to Breaktime, to
History, Maths, Lunch... But, in English, something happened that he really did
not regret...
He turned quickly around, bumping into Zoey, their lips touching. "Ooh.. um...
s-sorry..." he said, biting his lip awkwardly. Zoey regained her composure, and
just nodded. "It's okay... mistakes happen." she said, clearing her throat and
walking back over to her desk. Rythian smiled, he felt so good inside. A
longing, a yearning, a craving... there was nothing he wouldn't do for her.
Tom was alone in the corner of the classroom. He'd finished his work, and was
on his laptop. He typed down various things he'd heard, and clicked on another
application. He saved his documents, and clicked an option that was labelled
'Blackout'. The power was instantly cut off to the building, and Tom shut his
laptop nonchalantly, looking around. "Alright, alright. Don't panic." the
teacher said. "Continue with your work." she rushed out. "Well, we can't see
shit. What's the point?" Ross groaned. "The point is I'm apparently crushing on
your brother." Trott chimed in, and Ross growled. "Shut up, you ungrateful
shit." he snapped. "Both of you, quit it." Smith raised his voice. The two of
them shrunk into their seats, with Trott crossing his arms, and Ross tutting.
After a few minutes, power returned to the building. Cheers erupted around the
room, and Tom sighed. "This is way too easy. Let's fuck around some more." he
mumbled to himself. He opened his laptop again. The teacher re entered, and
continued the lesson for those who hadn't finished. Tom, meanwhile, was typing
up a quick command. He went onto his locked folders, typed in the password, and
sat back, enjoying the inevitable show...
The large monitor at the front of the class buzzed, fading to black. "Oh.. um.
That's not normal." the teacher said, laughing at her own joke. Seeing that she
hadn't made anyone laugh, she coughed. "I'll go and-." Just as she began, the
screen flashed back on, but this time with PORN. Tits were bouncing everywhere,
it was mayhem. Zoey covered her eyes, meanwhile Zylus was putting his textbook
on his crotch to cover his rising rock formation. Ross just sighed. "STOP,
STOP, STOP!" the teacher shrieked, trying to turn off the monitor. She
succeeded, but Tom, with a click of a button, turned it back on... with even
more hardcore porn. The teacher ran out, and the class just groaned. "SMITH IS
FUCKING ANGRY!" Smith yelled, throwing a pencil case at the monitor. "Chill
out!" Sjin yelled, ducking his head just in time. "FUCK YOU. FUCK ALL OF YOU."
Smith let out a loud, ear-piercing screech. How he managed the pitch was...
odd. He eventually calmed down, sitting down and burying his head into his
hands. "Smith-?" Martyn tried to reach over to him, but he shrugged him off.
"Not now, Martyn..." Smith replied, voice mumbly and quiet. Martyn nodded,
sitting back down, and trying not to think about it. Tom sighed, getting bored
now, and turned the monitor off with a click of a button. Just as he did this,
Rythian had turned to look at him. Tom noticed, winking at him, then putting
his finger to his lips. Rythian nodded, slowly. Did Tom do all of that? Huh...
maybe he'd be useful afterall.
After English, when the bell had rung for the last time today, Turps rushed out
to the courtyard with Simon, Sjin and Sips. He pulled out his laptop from his
bag, skyping his girlfriend. "Hey, Liz!" he smiled. He really felt something
with her. Something he'd never felt with anyone else... "Hiii Marky." she
smiled back. "Marky?" Sjin snorted. "Shut up, Sjin..." Turps sighed. Why did he
ask these guys to come with him? "No, no it's okay. Is now a bad time to talk?"
Liz asked, looking a little concerned. "Oh, no no no! Now is great, it's fine.
These are just some of my friends, you see..." Turps forced a cough. This was
going to be awkward. "Yeah, hey. Can I call you Marky?" Sips laid his hand on
Turps's shoulder, and he shrugged it off. Sjin looked directly at Turps, giving
the death stare.
 
Meanwhile, Tom had left to go to town. He'd taken his laptop, and was headed to
the outskirts. As he got off the bus, he looked around... it was packed. He
took out his phone, checking the weather... seemed pretty nice, apart from the
cold temperatures. They were due snow pretty soon... not that Tom cared. He
made his way to a rarely visited alleyway, sitting against a wall, sliding
down, and getting his laptop out of his bag. He sat, coding a little more...
programming was his zone out. His peaceful place, I guess... He felt calm,
relaxed when he went into the mind of a programmer. Writing code, making
something of his skills with computers, I guess.
 
Dear Diary,
Today, mum told me that I can't go to school anymore, because money is low. I
asked why, and she slapped me... I really think I should run away now, but... I
don't want to leave Sunnyside! Ovlabuttia might be fun, but... maybe I need to
go further... maybe I need to go to a bigger city, bigger than Shadyside as a
whole... But, I'm going to do something before I leave. Bye, Diary...
-Thomas
 
At about 7:30, Tom returned to the campus. He entered his dorm, and Zylus and
Lewis were playing Garry's Mod. Good, they're distracted. He laid on his bed,
opening his laptop once again. He targeted Lewis's laptop, crashing his game.
"Oh, shit. Gmod crashed for me." Lewis groaned. "Aw, shit. We were just getting
started on that map." Zylus sighed. Tom groaned, shutting his laptop and
walking to the bathroom. Zylus waited for the door to lock, and then he turned
to Lewis. "Hey, um... can you meet me by the fence by the Maths block at 9pm?"
he asked. "Oh... sure." Lewis said, smiling slightly.
Why, oh why, did Zylus want him to meet him there so late?
Chapter End Notes
     Yay new chapter!!!!!
     I was listening to Alaska Thunderfuck while writing this chapter, so
     if there's a lot of swearing, I am sorry :D But hey, there's always
     swearing in my fics.
***** Experimentation *****
Chapter Summary
     Lewis finds out why Zylus wanted to meet him outside the Maths block
     so late,
     Tom has nostalgia for an event that happened in his past,
     Rythian notices some strange goings on...
     and something happens to a relationship.
Chapter Notes
     So I hate writers block. :D
     ALSO ITS ALMOST EXAM TIME HERE SO IF I DONT UPDATE AT ALL WITHIN THE
     NEXT FEW MONTHS DAS WHY SORRY THESE ARE REALLY IMPORTANT !!!
Since Zylus had come back from Christmas, he had been bonding with Lewis a
great lot. He had a girlfriend now, right? But his parents had told him to be
absolutely SURE of his sexuality, so... this wouldn't hurt, would it? Well...
maybe it would.
Lewis made his way to the Maths block. It was 8:50, he was 10 minutes early (as
usual). Zylus had guessed this, and was already there, waiting.
"Why did you want to see me?" Lewis asked.
"Well... my parents told me to be absolutely sure that I'm... 100% on the going
for girls team." Zylus cleared his throat. Lewis nodded slightly.
"So... I'm, what, your experiment?" he scoffed. "Wait. I'm your experimentation
too..." Zylus sighed, taking Lewis's hands. He smiled, looking into his eyes.
"Isn't this.. technically cheating on your girlfriend?" Lewis said, biting his
lip.
"She doesn't have to know..." Zylus bit his lip, leaning in...
Lewis adjusted his glasses, his lips meeting Zylus's. He moaned, reaching one
of his hands down, grabbing Zylus's asscheek through his jeans. "Oh, Rick..."
Lewis sighed, as Zylus kissed his neck.
Zylus pulled away. "You make me blush when you call me Rick. I'm feeling so
hot..." he reached for his shirt, pulling it off. It was freezing, but he
didn't care. "You have a nice body." Lewis licked along his top lip. "Yeah?"
Zylus giggled, kissing Lewis again. So, I think it's safe to say they're not
exactly 100% on the batting for girls team...
 
The next morning, Lewis and Zylus had left early... so Tom saw this as an
opportunity to dig through his old diary...
 
Dear Diary,
I did it, diary... I'm free from my stupid mother. I grabbed a knife from my
kitchen, and took her from behind. Stabbed her 39 times. I was wearing gloves
like the website told me to. I changed my clothes, and washed... I'm planning
on burning my clothes, so my DNA is completely gone. I'll be considered
missing, but I'm heading to Bristol. It's not too far from here. When I stabbed
her, I kind of liked it. I just kept digging the knife in, deeper and deeper
and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper...
 
Tom sighed, seeing how he went crazy writing 'and deeper' as his writing got
even more erratic, and off-centered. Oh, well... that was the only life he
took, and he doesn't regret it at all. He was only 10 when all this happened,
so he didn't really understand a lot... he just took advice from a website. Ah,
well. He doesn't think he'll be ending another life quite yet, but if push
comes to shove... he might have to end someone. He smirked. It'll probably end
up being blondie... that or the pregnant one. Tom didn't bother to learn
names...
 
The bell rang, and as it did, packed corridors turned into the apocalypse. It
was tutor.
Rythian sat down at his desk. He had been collecting Zoey's dropped items all
evening yesterday, and he'd made a secret little shrine to her in his suitcase.
Nobody should find it, but if they do... he's in big trouble. He looked over to
Zylus, who would usually wave to him... but it seemed Kim had swapped seats
with Lewis. Huh. He knew they were bonding, but not to the point of changing
seats in class. Was there something else going on?
Tom groaned, stretching his arms. He'd stayed up late last night, hacking the
school database. He now had straight A*. Genius. Oh, and... while he was at it,
he also made it look like blondie was failing English and Maths. Ah, fun... He
could probably hack the school bell, too, if he wanted to... maybe the fire
alarm. The possibilities were endless. Parv stumbled into his desk. "Oh...
sorry." he said, clearing his throat. This Tom guy scared him... and not many
things scared him. He'd been double penetrated before.... it wasn't that bad.
Tom just gave him a look, then went back to typing down complex commands on his
laptop.
Parv made his way to his desk, sighing. "Hey." Ross smiled. "What's up?" Parv
groaned, stretching. "Let me tell you... since Trott and I broke up, I've felt
so much better. So what if he's got a thing for my brother? I don't care!" Ross
grinned. "I'm glad you're enjoying the single life. At least I have Strife...
heh." Parv winked, looking toward the front of the class. Strife hadn't arrived
yet.
A few minutes later, Strife walked into the class, looking more mopey than
usual... "Morning class..." he groaned, setting down papers on his desk,
burying his face in his hands. "Are you okay, sir?" Martyn asked. "No, Martyn,
I'm not okay." he sighed. "Why, what happened?" Kim inquired. "I'm not going to
be teaching you for the next few weeks. In fact, I'm not allowed anywhere near
this place for the next few weeks." Strife scratched at his elbow, biting his
lip. "WHAT?!" the class yelled in dismay. Why?! "I've been found possibly at
fault for.... having sexual relations with a student." Strife sighed. Everyone
looked to Parv, who was in disbelief. "So... you may not even see me again."
Strife said. "You may have noticed I'd already packed up my stuff. You haven't
got a replacement tutor yet, but the headmaster will be doing your
registration..." he swallowed a build up of spit in his throat, walking out.
After the few moments of silence, gossip and chatter began to emerge again.
"Parv, I-." Ross began. "Stop, just don't." Parv shook his head.
 
After that, Rythian was curious... he had to find out what was going on with
Zylus and Lewis. It was breaktime, and he followed them out to the little
alleyway that was rarely visited... he peered around the corner. "So... about
what happened last night?-" Lewis began, and Zylus pulled him into a kiss,
grabbing his crotch. He shushed him, smirking. Lewis muffled a moan. "Heh...
you like that, huh?" Zylus giggled slightly, licking his lips. Rythian was
fuming, and he turned back, storming to the dorms.
Why?! Why didn't he tell him?! He's supposed to be his best friend!!!!! Rythian
was feeling incredibly jealous. "He gets a girlfriend AND a guy to have fun
with on the side! And I get nothing!" he thought. "Why'd I have to give him
that gun last term? There's no way I can get another one like it..." he groaned
aloud. Except... maybe he could ask Tom for help?
***** Parv Problems *****
Chapter Summary
     Parv really lets himself go, and opens up to Ross about a certain
     fetish he thinks he's developed...
     Aaaand there's more Parv troubles along the way.
Chapter Notes
     Yay! New chapter :D
     I will just let you guys know, if you don't find farting funny, then
     you might not like the beginning of this chapter. I'm a childish
     person, so... yeah. ANYWAY ENJOY OK
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sunday, 10th of January... Parv had really let himself go the past few days.
Lack of sex made him irritable. On Friday he ditched class to go lay on his
bed. On Saturday, he did the same... laid in bed all day. He hadn't masturbated
at all, or anything. He... missed Strife. He hadn't given up Parv's name... and
they were apparently still frying him. He wish he could leave and go to his
house, but... part of him didn't want to face him. What if he was mad? Or...
or... maybe if he left it too long, he'd lose interest?
Ross knocked, and Parv got up to let him in. He hadn't bothered to change, and
hadn't showered, either... "Ugh... this place stinks." Ross said, coughing. "I
tell them to keep the windows shut... I hate the cold." Parv went back over to
sit on his bed. "No, I mean... you really need to open some windows." Ross
groaned, stepping over some junk. Parv lifted up his leg, farting loudly.
"Why?" he asked. "...Nevermind." Ross sighed, wafting the air AWAY from him.
"Do you wanna be my fallback chick?" Parv grinned. "No... certainly not when
you smell like that, either." Ross crossed his arms. Parv let rip again.
"C'mon, it's not that bad! You get used to it." he winked. "You're acting
really different recently... and I know it's because of Strife." Ross sat down
on the bed next to Parv. "Meh... I don't know." Parv shrugged. "I miss him,
but... maybe it was the next best thing... him leaving." he frowned. "Hey,
don't be like that!" Ross sighed, putting his arm around Parv. "Remember when I
told you about that fart incident?" Parv looked over to Ross, biting his lip.
"Yeah?" Ross replied, looking straight at him. "I liked it... and I don't know
why." Parv sighed. "Oh. I've heard of that before... forgot the name of it,
it's complicated. But, it's like a sexual attraction. A fetish, if you will."
Ross grinned. "But, why do I have it? Is it genetic? D-do you just... develop
it?" Parv sighed. Ross was his best friend, he could talk about anything with
him! But discussing a fart fetish was definitely not normal... "I've no idea."
Ross replied. "Go take a shower... have a wank, get yourself back to normal."
he said. "Alright. Wait for me, yeah?" Parv asked, getting up. "Of course. I'm
not going anywhere." Ross smiled. Parv smiled back, making his way into the
bathroom.
He stripped off his dirty clothes, leaving them in a pile. He turned on the
shower, getting in. Ah, it felt nice... refreshing. He looked down to his dick.
It hadn't seen any action... he could give it a good time. He grabbed it,
thinking about Strife. He began slowly stroking it, moaning as the water fell
down his back, and down his asscrack. He had missed this. He wondered if Ross
wanted to jerk off with him... huh. Parv moved his hand away from his cock,
showering normally.
Afterward, he dried off with a towel, walking back out. Ross was perfectly fine
seeing Parv nude, especially since he had a hard-on... Shit. Was he falling for
his best friend? "I didn't wank in the shower, 'cause I wanted to ask if you
wanted to do it together." Parv sat down, his cock rock hard. Ross gulped, and
nodded. "Sure." he said, sliding down his jeans and boxer shorts. Parv laughed.
"Knew I was bigger." he said. "Hey... don't bring dick size into this. You get
what you're given." Ross playfully shoved Parv, who shoved him back. "Idiot."
Parv grinned.
The two sat together, jerking off while making casual conversation... how? I
don't know. "Will was just... hot, you know?" Parv said, sighing. "I know...
you miss him, don't you?" Ross said, moving his hand away from his cock, and
putting it around Parv's shoulders. "...Ross?" Parv asked, biting his lip.
"Yeah?" Ross inquired, quietly. Parv didn't say anything else, just moved
Ross's hand to his throbbing, girthy cock. Ross did nothing but go with it, and
he began to stroke slowly. Parv moaned, looking directly at Ross. I think he'd
found his fallback chick... They were naturally pulled into a kiss. It was
sloppy, but who cares? They certainly weren't complaining.
 
The next day, it was 5:50am... Rythian was awake, and it was snowing! He threw
off the covers, making his way outside. He was only in his boxers and a t
shirt, but he didn't care! He rushed to his secret spot, a little alcove near
the boys dorm, and pulled down his boxers. He grabbed his cock, thinking of
only Zoey. Of course, he could do this inside... but he wouldn't want to wake
the others. He stroked faster, thinking of Zoey sucking his dick dry. Mmm...
yeah. A scenario played in his head...
"Oh, Rythian. I've never tasted a cock as juicy and big as yours!" Zoey moaned.
"They don't call me the biggest dick in the school for nothing." Rythian
grinned, thrusting himself into Zoey's mouth further.
He snapped back into reality, realising he had ejaculated all over the wall...
shit. They can track your DNA from this shit, right? He nonchalantly wiped it
off the wall as best he can. Eh, even if someone did find it... they wouldn't
automatically think 'Let's DNA test it!!!'. Or would they? Rythian didn't know,
social interaction was weird. Humans, as a race, were weird.
 
"Shit..." Trott murmured. He turned to his clock, 7:30. He'd been having
nightmares recently, and didn't know why. Simon had left, as had Smith... so
Trott was all on his own. He didn't want to go to class today, but... he had no
choice. It was snowing, he knew that. The only bad thing about the weather was
that school couldn't be cancelled, considering they live on campus. Then again,
not all kids lived on campus... Kim didn't at first, until the commute got too
much. Memories... he wished he could go back to it. Back to when he was... I
don't know... happy? But... that's not to say he's not happy now. He's doing
relatively well in school... but Ross... Ross was the real problem. His
nightmares were mostly about him, their relationship. He'd ask Ross to get back
with him, but that's not how it worked. This is how the cycle worked:
Step 1) Have argument.
Step 2) Break up.
Step 3) Don't talk to each other for days/weeks.
Step 4) One approaches other, saying they were wrong.
Step 5) Make up sex.
Step 6) Get back together.
Simple! Right? But was that not healthy? Maybe he was better off without
Ross... maybe guys aren't his thing. Maybe Ross manipulated him into liking
boys... what? There were so many questions in his mind, and he wanted all of
the answers to be 'no'. He groaned, kicking off the sheets and getting dressed.
 
When the entire Y0G5 group arrived at the tutor room, they all confronted Tom
as he walked in, late.
"Woah, a party?! For me?" he joked.
"Fuck off, you don't deserve a party." Kim said.
"He doesn't deserve shit." Duncan added.
Everyone had their arms crossed, minus Rythian and Zylus, who had retreated to
the back of the classroom.
"Oh, please. I know you love me, but let's keep the fangirling to a minimum,
yeah?" Tom smirked, sitting down. Kim slammed her hand down on the desk. "I
don't suppose someone like you has a very good memory. Do you remember STABBING
Duncan in the arm?!" she yelled.
"I remember it very well. Very... very well... like it's burned into my
memory." he smirked.
"You're sick." Duncan scoffed.
"That's me." Tom smiled.
Lewis sighed, and the crowd dispersed to sit at their desks. Lewis ponders...
maybe he could find something about Tom's past in his luggage. He has a
knife... he heard from Sjin. He's clearly dangerous... but nobody is brave
enough to stand up to him. Even Strife seemed afraid of him... he wondered what
he was up to right now...
 
"Shit... shit..." Strife moaned, pushing the dildo further into his asshole.
"Ohhh, I miss you Parvis..." he groaned, pulling it out. He threw it across the
room. "It's not the same..." he thought, tossing himself onto the bed, and
crying himself to sleep...
 
The headmaster walked in. There were mumbled groans and whispers. "Y0G5. We
meet again." he cleared his throat. This racist, sexist, homophobic,
xenophobic... asshole. Y0G5 had hated him ever since he got the job, which was
a few years back now. "I know I'm here to do your register, but I believe I
have a lead on this sexual relation fuss with your tutor." the headmaster
smirked, seeming proud of himself. The class braced themselves... was Strife
gonna be let back? "Would Alex Parvis like to come with me?" he smiled sickly,
and Parv almost shat himself. "Fuck." he muttered under his breath, getting up
and following the headmaster outside.
 
Later...
"I'm telling you, I don't know anything about it!" Parv protested, crossing his
arms.
"I know you and your tutor were close. In fact, you even walked in the door
together once, didn't you?" the headmaster chuckled.
"We're neighbours. That has nothing to do with it." Parv sighed, sitting back.
He wasn't confident about this at all...
"Well, the good news is I don't have any further questions for you. The bad
news... well, for you, that is... is that one of your classmates has already
given you up." the headmaster grinned.
"What?" Parv bolted upright. "Who? I demand to know who!"
"I'm sorry, that information isn't available. You're expelled. Have your things
packed by tomorrow morning. You're leaving." the headmaster walked over to the
door, opening it. Parv was in shock... but he got up, and walked out.
 
He rejoined his class in Science. "Parvis, sit down. You're late." Pelrine
snapped. "OH, YOU DIDN'T GET THE MEMO?!" Parv yelled. "Don't raise your voice
at me, Parvis." Pelrine crossed her arms. "Well, you don't need to worry about
teaching me anymore." he threw his things on the floor. "What? Why?" Pelrine
asked. "I got expelled." Parv grabbed his stuff again, storming out. Everyone
was shocked. "Oh... yes, I did know about that interview. Looks like he was
found guilty." Pelrine sighed. "GUILTY?! FOR GIVING HIS TUTOR HEAD?" Ross
yelled. "Hornby, quiet. Continue with your practicals." Pelrine said. Ross was
fuming. Why? Why the fuck?
After the bell had sounded, Ross ran straight to Parv's dorm. "Parv, no, don't
go. Protest! You can't be expelled for that!" Ross shouted. "Yes, yes I can...
and it's already done." Parv sighed. "D-did he give you up..?" Ross asked,
biting his lip. "Nope. One of you guys did." Parv continued folding his shirts.
"ONE OF US DID?!" Ross shouted, rushing out. He sent out a group text, telling
everyone to meet him at the library, and for someone to bring Tom. Rythian had
agreed.
The library was desolate... guess people had better things than studying to do!
"So, who the fuck turned Parv in?" Ross asked. "Wait, so, it was one of us?"
Hannah inquired. "Yup. Apparently so. So which fucker was it?" he scanned the
room. And saw a few likely suspects...
Suspect_1
Trott
Trott was his ex, and therefore COULD have found out about his and Parv's...
'fling'? This could've made him jealous!
 
Suspect_2
Tom
Because, well, he's an asshole...
Ross stared at Trott. "What?" he asked. "Did you do it?" Ross asked. "Oh, here
we go. Blaming the ex. I didn't do shit, do you think I'd want Parv to be
dragged out of here by his left testical?" Trott yelled. "Oh, fuck off. You're
jealous." Ross scoffed. "JEALOUS?! Of what? Him? Your best friend?" Trott
sighed. "We're getting off topic..." Lewis turned to look at Tom. "If it's any
of us, my money's on that one." Everybody turned to look at Tom. "What? Another
party for me?" he gasped. "SHUT UP, YOU PATHETIC LITTLE WORM." Kim almost threw
a punch, but Duncan and Hannah had stopped her. "Awww... hormones have got
pregnancy all worked up." Tom made a sad face. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Kim
growled, lunging for him.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Tensions *****
Chapter Summary
     Things escalate in the library, and we see a certain characters' soft
     side...
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the short chapter, I'm having a bit of writers' block.
     BUT yay two updates in a week wow go me.
"So what was that about money?" Tom grinned, pinned against the floor by Kim.
"OH, SHUT UP!" Kim went to punch him, but Hannah stopped her fist. "No, Kim,
he's not worth it." she stood her up, leading her out. "Even if I did want this
Parv guy outta here, I wouldn't have gotten him expelled." Tom stood up. "You
would've stabbed him in the arm, is that it?" Duncan gritted his teeth. "Hey,
Duncan, step off..." Rythian muttered, and everyone stared at him. Tom smirked,
standing up and putting his arm around Rythian. "Rythian and I are gonna have
some bonding time, aren't we?" he grinned falsely, gripping Rythian's shoulder
tight. Rythian nodded, slowly. Duncan shook his head. "You, me, not a thing
anymore." he stormed off. "Awww, did you just dump your boyfriend?" Tom jeered,
and Rythian's eyes became empty and dark... "Boyfriend...?" he said, slowly.
"It.. was a joke." Tom said. This was actually scaring him a little bit. "I
HAVE NO INTEREST IN BOYS. I HAVE INTEREST IN GIRLS." Rythian yelled. "Okay,
okay-." Tom began, but then Rythian shoved him down, and began punching his
face over and over. Everyone was in shock, not realising Rythian had this kind
of... power. "DON'T. YOU. EVER. GO. NEAR. MY. SENPAI!" he yelled, saying a word
every time he landed a punch. Tom groaned, his glasses were smashed and his
nose was bloody. "Okay, okay! C'mon, bro, stop it!" Zylus pulled Rythian off of
Tom, leading him away to a quiet place. And even though Y0G5 hated Tom, they
still got him to the nurses office.
"Why... why are you helping me?" he spluttered.
"Because your nose is bloody! We're not animals!" Lewis said.
"If only... you knew.... what I've done... in my past." Tom tried to laugh, but
it only ended up in a cough.
Lewis, disturbed by this, went off with Simon and Sjin, who were also quite
weirded out.
 
"Dude... you've got to control yourself. What you did to Tom was not cool,
okay?" Zylus sighed.
"I told you, I don't know what's happening to me!" Rythian cried out, wiping
his tears.
"Come on, man up... You can get through this, I'm here for you, man." Zylus
sighed.
Rythian looked up to Zylus, that same look in his eyes. "What...?" Zylus asked.
"You..... you're so greedy...." Rythian began.
"What do you mean, greedy?" Zylus was confused, and then it clicked. "Wait,
wait... you... you know about that?"
"You and Lewis.... kissy kissy....... having sex...... meanwhile I'm stuck
here..... no girlfriend..... and you have.... a girlfriend and FUCK BUDDY!"
Rythian yelled, shoving Zylus down.
"Whoa, whoa! Wait! Don't hurt me, Rythian... I'm sorry, I didn't know it'd
affect you like that! I don't even know-." Zylus began, and then a thought came
into his head. "When the fuck were you spying on us kissing?!"
Rythian was silent, and then he ran out.
"He's going to get himself in so much trouble one day."
 
Everyone was trying to treat Tom a little bit nicer, considering he was in the
infirmary... Sjin walked in, with a gift box. Tom looked over to him. "What?
Have you come here to poke fun at me, say I stole your beanie and then leave?"
he scoffed. "No... I brought you a gift..." Sjin sniffled, handing it to him.
"Sheesh, what is this, Christmas? I never got gifts." Tom sighed, putting it to
one side. Sjin sat down, and Tom groaned. "Are you gonna be here long? Say your
prayers, and then leave." he sighed. "Tom. Open the gift... please?" Sjin put
on his puppy dog eyes, and Tom groaned again. "Fine. But if it's a shit
present, I will shove it up your ass." he grunted, grabbing the box and opening
it. It was a beanie... in grey, his favourite colour. "Um... so where's the
camera?" Tom asked. "What? What camera?" Sjin was confused. "You know, to say
'you've been pranked!!!'?" Tom, too, was confused. "Um... no, no camera. No
prank. It's a gift for you. A new beanie." Sjin smiled weakly, and Tom looked
at it. "I've... never had a real gift before." he said. "You haven't said much
about your life." Sjin began. "I don't want to talk about my past. Many
regrets, many missed opportunities." Tom looked away from Sjin. And then,
something amazing happened. "Listen, thank you for the gift, but... I want to
be alone now." Tom said, blandly.. Sjin wanted to scream. He had gotten a
'thank you' from Edgewood's latest criminal! Sjin nodded, leaving.
Shit, was he showing his soft side? This had to stop. Tom looked back at the
beanie, putting it on the table beside him. He had a makeshift pair of glasses,
that he had borrowed from Lewis... They were nice people afterall. Maybe, just
maybe, he could have a... fresh start.
 
"HE'S SUCH A FUCKING CUNT!" Kim yelled. "I know, Kim, I know... but please,
calm down." Hannah shushed her, putting her arm around her. "Why are the others
trying to be his best friend?! He's a knobface and should be rotting in a cell
for what he did to Duncan!" Kim sobbed. "Kim... to be honest, the injury that
Duncan had wasn't that bad." Hannah muttered. "Doesn't make it right!" Kim
flopped down on her bed, hiding her face in her pillow. Hannah sighed, and
decided that talking to her again would further escalate the situation, so she
left.
As she left, she passed Martyn and Smith, who were chatting about the current
situations. She waved, and let them get on with their business.
***** Washed Away *****
Chapter Summary
     Parv is lightly strumming his guitar, late at night, in the Music
     room...
     but who on earth wants to talk to him about something?
Chapter Notes
     YAYYYY more Edgewood :D
     I'm proud of this chapter because I spent a full hour and a half on
     it, without interruptions or distractions. Woo.
      
     Also I couldn't sleep so I wrote this. I'm dying inside, honest.
Parv was alone... strumming his guitar in the Music classroom. It was late, and
he wasn't meant to be in there. He didn't wanna leave... but he had to. It had
already been decided. "You gotta get over that shit, man." a voice spoke,
spooking Parv slightly. "W-who's there?" he asked, putting down his guitar
softly. "It's Tom. Surprise." he sat down next to Parv, who was confused.
"Why... are you here?" Parv asked.
"I have information for you." Tom smirked.
"Information? About what?" Parv was confused, and rightfully so!
"About who sold you out. But, of course, it'll cost you." Tom said.
"...Cost me? How much?" Parv inquired, and Tom chuckled.
"Name your price." he grinned.
"Uh..." Parv thought hard. He knew Tom was probably straight so he couldn't
show him a good time... he was basically broke... uhh... Shit. He couldn't
think of anything.
"I heard about that little fetish of yours." Tom blurted, and Parv's eyes
widened.
"H-how did you know about that?!" Parv went red with embarrassment. HOW?!
"Oh, I have my ways..." Tom sighed. "I got a deal... tell me yes or no, okay?"
Parv nodded. "Okay..." he gulped. He knew it would have something to do with
his fetish.
"Evenings, from 6 til 8. My bunkmates are out. Only on Mondays til Thursdays.
Come, and I'm sure I can show you a... good time. If you, uh, catch my
scent..." Tom smirked.
"Wait, wait. So you want me to sniff your ass for two hours?" Parv thought for
a moment.
"Basically. Hey, we both get something out of it. I get to be in control, and
you get to inhale-." Tom was interrupted by Parv nodding quickly.
"I hope this doesn't sound desperate, but YES!" Parv sighed.
"You little slut..." Tom smirked. "Don't get the wrong idea, though. No way I'm
gay."
"Yeah, whatever. Now, this information..." Parv whispered.
"It was the one with glasses." Tom said. "I don't know their names... the brown
hair, gay, one with the deep voice?"
Parv's heart dropped. "Trott?" he spoke out loud.
"Yeah, that one." Tom got up. "One more thing..."
Parv looked to him. "What?"
"I made a little... arrangement with the headmaster. You're staying." Tom
turned, walking out.
Parv was surprised. He was in shock for a moment, before he snapped back into
reality. He grabbed his guitar, sneaking his way back to the dorms.
 
As for Tom, he had a... meeting. He checked his pocket. Good, he had what he
needed most.
He knocked quietly on the headmasters' office. "Come in." Tom opened the door,
shutting it again. He had make sure to prematurely shut off all CCTV in the
school via his laptop. It was offline for another 15 minutes, he didn't have
long. "Mr Gilling..." Tom smirked. "What do you want now? I gave you all the
money you asked for! £150, nothing more, nothing less." Gilling said, sighing.
Tom slowly walked up to him. "I just wanted to say thank you." he smiled.
"Oh... you're welcome." Gilling cleared his throat. "I know this... may sound
childish, but... I think I need a hug." Tom sniffled, secretly reaching for his
pocket, pulling out his knife. "Oh, okay then." Gilling gave in... and as he
leaned in, Tom put his arms around him... driving the knife, slowly, into his
back. He shoved him back. THUD! Gilling struggled, trying to kick Tom away...
but it was no good. Tom knelt down on him, preventing his legs from moving,
stabbing him in the heart, brain and neck, alternating between them each time.
When he knew for sure that he was dead, he stood up. He put his knife in his
pocket, and picked up the body. He wasn't too heavy, at least... He dropped him
out of the window. They were on the ground floor, it wasn't that much of a
drop. Tom left the blood stain there, being careful not to step in it. He
checked over the room, making sure there was nothing that could track this to
him. He nodded, climbing out of the window.
He snuck over to the tool shed, lockpicking it. He had to hurry, the CCTV would
be activated again in... 12 or so minutes. He got in, grabbing a shovel. He put
it over his shoulder with one hand, dragging Mr Gilling with the other. He made
it over to the hole in the fence to the forest, and he threw his shovel in. He
proceeded to drag the headmasters body through. He repeated the dual hand
process, until he was as deep into the forest as he could be. He began digging
a hole, and was thinking how he was going to dispose of his clothes. They were
riddled with his DNA... shit. He's gonna have to burn 'em. He had a lighter,
it'll be fine.
After digging a big enough hole, he kicked the body in, and began taking off
his clothes, minus his beanie and underwear. They didn't have blood on them. He
threw them to one side, and it was freezing! He had blood on his face and
hands. Shit. He can deal with that later. He emptied his jean pockets, taking
his phone, lighter and packet of gum... and of course his knife, which he threw
into the hole. He put the remaining items into his underwear, which did look a
little weird... but he didn't care. He began to cover up the hole with dirt.
This was going good so far...
He was sure the CCTV would be back on by now... so the worse that could happen
is he gets a telling off for being out of the dorms after 8pm. But, at least he
had filled up the hole. It had taken him a while. He took his lighter out of
his underwear, thinking in the future... what if he set the forest on fire? Eh,
it'll be fine. He set the base of the clothing on fire, standing back, and
watching it spread painstakingly slowly... Ugh. He grabbed a few sticks, small
branches... stuff like that, and threw it on. There we go! He made his way back
toward the campus. It should be fine...
When he reached the campus, he walked through the hole in the fence, and it was
still desolate. Shit. He'd forgot the shovel. Who cared? He legged it back to
the dorms, wondering why he hadn't been caught yet.
 
Next day, Tuesday... everyone had woken up at 5:30, for once. Why? Because it
was POURING with rain, and it was a huge thunderstorm. The wind was fierce, the
rain was pounding against the windowpanes, and the snow was being turned into
slush. Blegh... Zylus looked out of the window, sighing, thinking of Lewis. He
was still asleep, and he didn't wanna wake him... he smiled wide. Was he in
love, or is it... just sex? He wasn't sure. His phone chimed, and he checked.
Hah! No class today because of the storm. Get in! He collapsed onto his bed,
getting into the covers.
Ah... today was going to be a long day.
***** Storm *****
Chapter Summary
     With the storm thrashing down on Edgewood Forest, will Tom get away
     with his deed?
Chapter Notes
     Okay. I managed to write this between my revision and my exams! :D I
     won't be updating for a few weeks now, sorry, but I hope this chapter
     satisfies you.
     Also, if you don't like the direction the story is going, I'm sorry.
     I'm adding more of a different personality to the characters than
     they have in real life. Example: Ross is super out-there and
     flamboyant, he's not in real life, etc. You get it. Also, Parv's fart
     fetish, I'm not sure if I'll do the scenes between him and Tom, but I
     don't know yet... I'll decide in the future.
"A long day indeed, it was." Smith said, bowing at the applause. He had spent
the holidays writing a story about a boy like himself. He'd gathered Kim,
Martyn and Hannah to read it to. As well as his bunkmates, of course. "That
really cheered me up, Smith, thank you for inviting us to hear." Kim smiled,
doing better since her outburst last night. They heard the fire alarm, and
groaned. "A fire drill? In the middle of a storm?" Trott sighed, opening the
door to the hallway, when...
"Attention, students. Please make your way to your tutor rooms, your tutor will
explain the current situation. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a
drill."
The group was confused, but made their way through the pissing rain to the
tutor block...
 
Meeting up with everyone else, sitting down, and gossiping about what this
could be about took longer than they expected, as they waited for their tutor;
it seemed to be taking a lot longer than usual... Where was the headmaster?
Wasn't he taking the place of Strife for now?
A peculiar woman walked in. Smith recognised her, she worked in the reception.
"Alright, do I have everybody here?" she asked. Everyone looked around, then
nodding in unison. "Good. There's been a blood pool found in the headmasters
office, and he did not turn up for work this morning. Police have already
searched his house, everywhere around the school, no trace of him."
Everyone froze. They hated the headmasters' guts... but. He doesn't deserve
this. What if he was murdered? Fiona nonchalantly looked toward Rythian who, as
usual, was not showing much emotion. She began thinking, what if it was him?
Meanwhile, Tom was just sitting back, acting natural like any person would in a
situation like this. In shock. He had left no evidence, unless they were to
find the burnt clothing or dig up his corpse. It was deep in the forest...
there's no way. Even if they were to find his corpse, there would be nothing to
track it back to him, right...? No point worrying about it, it'll make him seem
more suspicious.
Parv wasn't really paying attention, he hadn't got much sleep last night... he
missed Strife. A lot. But, this whole Tom thing... He'd never been so excited
about... sniffing an ass? He didn't understand. He'd never thought about that
kind of stuff sexually... but, at the same time, there was a few times in
primary school where awkward fart moments happened, and Parv happened to be at
the butt of them. Maybe that caused it... He snapped out of it, seeing Tom had
pulled his chair closer. "Tonight, 6." he whispered, and Ross had picked up on
it. He was confused. As Tom left, he turned to Parv fully. "What was that
about? You two buddying up?" he asked. "Nah. Just talking." Parv grinned. Ross
nodded. "I've never had my dick sucked as great as when you sucked it." he
winked, whispering into Parv's ear. Parv laughed. "I'm sure you have. I'm never
usually the dick sucker." he confessed. "Eh... well. I'm versatile, I like
both." Ross smirked. "Listen up!" the lady at the front of the class called.
All eyes turned to her. "You'll be having a supply tutor from tomorrow. For
now, go back to your dorms. You will not leave the dorm building. Any attempts
to do so will be met with severe consequences. You may change dorm rooms if you
so wish, boys and girls may contact, but do not go out of the dorm boundaries."
she bowed, leaving the classroom. Everyone began to pack, but Fiona tapped
Zoey, whispering in her ear to stay behind a little while.
When the classroom had emptied, and the two were alone... Fiona began. "I think
it was Rythian." she sighed. Zoey shook her head. "He wouldn't... kill the
headmaster. They don't even know if he's dead yet." she bit her lip. "But...
he... he held a knife to my throat... remember? He's dangerous." Fiona looked
at Zoey, who shook her head again. "He apologised. He didn't know what he was
doing, and he got help. He's not crazy. At all." she said, beginning to turn.
"Zoey, I'm not going to tell you again-." Fiona began, and Zoey turned back
quickly. "Fiona! I can't deal with this anymore! I need space! Leave me alone!"
she hid her face, beginning to walk away. "We share a dorm room! Just how is
that possible?!" Fiona yelled. "I DON'T KNOW! WORK SOMETHING OUT, DETECTIVE!"
Zoey scoffed, storming out. Shit. What had Fiona done..?
 
Back in the dorms, the atmosphere was dull, and the rain didn't help. Turps and
Ross had resorted to doing half hearted drag, with bedsheets as wigs and
clothing. "I am the most fabulous in the land." Ross attempted to flip his
'hair', but it fell. "GURL DID YOU SNATCH YO' OWN WEAVE?!" Turps said, in a
funny voice. "HELL YEAH, I DID, GURL." Ross replied, in the same funny voice.
Meanwhile Rythian was plotting his next move. Probably murder...
Sjin moaned. "Shit... shit." he panted, gripping the sheets tight. "Aah, I'm
coming, I'm coming." Sips hissed, ejaculating into his condom. He laughed,
falling and laying next to Sjin. "Fuck." he said. "That was worth it." Sjin
winked, kissing him on the lips softly.
The atmosphere was even worse in Room G7. Zoey was ignoring Fiona, and Fiona
was ignoring Zoey. Awkward. Zoey eventually left, and Fiona took out her
frustrations on Candy Crush... don't judge her, okay?
Smith stretched. "Why are we working out again?" he asked. "To show Ross I'm
better off without him." Trott panted, he was doing sit-ups. "You know you
don't need to show off to him to show you're better off without him, right?"
Simon said. He was the real advice giver of the group. The mother, if you will.
"Yeah, alright, but still. Hannah and I are in a challenge. Who can get the
most fit in a week." Trott continued to do sit-ups. "Then why am I involved?!"
Smith asked, flabbergasted. "Because you needa lose that Christmas weight."
Trott pointed. Simon laughed, and Smith crossed his arms while pouting.
Kim was reading this new pregnancy book that Hannah had got her, and Hannah was
doing push-ups. Pretty normal. Well, except if you count Zoey coming over and
pestering Kim about her book...
"Guys..." Tom swallowed a ball of spit.
"What?" Lewis asked, turning to look at him.
"I want to try again. I want to... well. I want to stop being so...
assholey..." Tom rubbed at his stubble, then biting his lip.
Lewis nodded, looking to Zylus. "Alright then. We'll forget about all the past
things that happened with you. But, don't expect the others to be as
forgiving." he smiled weakly.
Tom nodded back. "In light of that... I need you guys to keep quiet and tell
nobody that I sneak out." he grinned.
Lewis groaned. "Fine. We won't say a thing." he said, turning to Zylus, the
expression on his face was... seductive, alluring...
Tom nodded, sneaking out. As soon as that door closed, Lewis closed the blinds,
pushing Zylus onto the bed, and kissed him passionately. "Easy, tiger." Zylus
growled, biting Lewis's earlobe. "No biting." Lewis winked, moving down to
Zylus's crotch. He put his palm on it, cupping it tight...
"And THAT is why Smith is the best boyfriend ever." Martyn concluded his
speech, smiling wide, his ray of sunshine really shone through the gloomy
atmosphere. Parv looked confused. "So, what, you never had a fuck buddy?"
Martyn shook his head. "Of course not, I'm ace." he nonchalantly checked his
phone, even though he didn't have any messages. "So you're an ace? Like... ace
of spades? Ace of hearts? Which one?" Parv asked. "Oh, shut up." Martyn said,
laughing. "Also, red or black?" he snickered. "Both." Duncan said, looking up
from his book. He was studying his chemistry... and if he had the time, maybe
some biology.
 
The time went slow, as everybody was cramped up in the dorms. People went from
door to door, and soon, it got so bad that the school let everybody use the
rest of the facilities again. Except the Admin Block, which was under
investigation.
Tom hopped over the school gate. He had returned from the store, and had bought
an ultra spicy burrito. He knew from experience that this really gave him gas.
Parv should love it... maybe. At least he got to be in control. He liked that.
But no way was he gay. He loved vag more than a porn star scandal. Okay, maybe
he was a little bit bi... but he didn't want to admit it. It was still pissing
it down, but Tom didn't mind. He liked being outside in the rain. Especially
when it was torrential. Maybe he didn't want to give up his evil side so
quickly... He could do so much with everyones trust... He knew blondie and
pregnancy wouldn't trust him, not for a million years, but he didn't care.
Meanwhile, when Zylus and Lewis had finished their little encounter, Lewis was
going through Toms things. He found what looked like a journal, and began
reading through it.
Holy. Shit. Did Tom murder his mum?! He read another passage, dating the 30th
of October...
 
Dear Diary,
Today I FINALLY did what I wanted to do to blondie. I stabbed him in the arm,
got him hospitalized. Mum and dad were too scared to hand me in to the police,
and so I'm fine. Everything seems to be going well. I just want to torment him
even more. Maybe I'll even switch schools.
-Thomas
 
Lewis was shocked. And as he stopped reading, Tom walked in. "What are you
doing with my diary?!" he yelled, lunging for it. "I-I-I'm sorry! I was
curious!" Lewis stood up, hoping he wasn't in the worst trouble. "It's... it's
personal." Tom said. He put it back into his bag, putting his burrito on the
bed. He sat down. "I'm sorry for reading your diary..." Lewis swallowed a lump
in his throat. He felt bad. "I suppose you know now, huh?" Tom said. Lewis just
shrugged. "I murdered my mother." Tom said, blandly. He wasn't showing much
emotion, but if he was, it was the slightest bit of sadness. "It's... okay.
It's in the past... I... I'm not gonna tell anybody." Lewis said. Holy fucking
shit HE WAS DORMING WITH A MURDERER! "You better not." Tom said, digging into
his burrito. "I... recognise that burrito." Lewis said, looking closer. "Oh,
it's the ultra spicy one." Tom said. Lewis remembered. "Oh, it's the fart
burrito. Yeah. We had them for dinner one time, and EVERYONE was farting all
night. It was horrible. Thank god Zylus and I will be gone tonight. You'll have
the room to yourself." Lewis laughed, trying to act as cool as possible. He
wasn't going to tell anybody about Tom's past, nor that he was a murderer. He
had promised. Shit, was he an accomplice now? "Yeah, well, I'm sure I'll enjoy
the burrito anyway." Tom said, pulling out his headphones and laptop. "Now, if
you'll excuse me, I have... business to attend to." he sighed, taking another
bite of his burrito.
Lewis nodded. Shit. Shit, shit. He couldn't even tell Zylus about this, he
couldn't tell anybody. What did 'business' mean? Was he arranging another
murder? Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Ohhh, fuck.
***** The Next Move *****
Chapter Summary
     With Zoey now single, Rythian sees this as his chance to make his
     move.
     Also Tom decides what to do with his time.
Chapter Notes
     MY GCSES ARE ALMOST OVER YAY!!!! Only one more :o
     THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SEX SCENE, MY FIRST FOR A WHILE, SO IF IT'S
     TERRIBLE I'M SORRY XD
     Also, at the end of the chapter, there's a little surprise waiting :D
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Rythian had been pumping himself up since he saw Zoey's facebook status. She
had set it to 'single'. This was his chance. A chance to finally make his move.
But, he couldn't take her out to a nice dinner or anything in this weather...
ugh. He'll have to just talk to her.
"Ugh. Who's at the door now?" Kim groaned, getting up and opening it. "Hi..."
Rythian said. "Can we help you?" Kim asked. "Is... is Zoey here?" Rythian
replied, he fumbled around in his pocket, taking out a flower. It was a
dandelion, and droopy from the rain. "Oh... sure, she's in." Kim smiled. She
knew Zoey was a lesbian, and she had just gone through a breakup... But maybe
Rythian could cheer her up... Meanwhile, Zoey was semi dreading it. She knew of
his clear romantic feelings toward her, and still, he didn't get the hint.
But... maybe he's here as a friend?
"I... I got these for you." Rythian said, thrusting his hands out, gripping the
flower tight. "These? There's only one there." Hannah said, looking up from her
plank. She fell. "Bums." she groaned, starting again. "Thanks, Rythian." Zoey
said, taking the dandelion. She placed it on Hannah's bedside. "Are you...
okay?" Rythian asked. Zoey sighed.
"I don't really know." she smiled weakly.
"Oh! I got you something." Rythian said, digging into his pocket again. Zoey
adjusted herself, getting into a position to run in case he pulled out a weapon
of some sort... no. He wouldn't. Fiona was just paranoid. "Aha!" Rythian pulled
out a Pokémon card. It was a Jigglypuff. Zoey looked at it. There was a moment
of silence, as everybody had seemed to have frozen. "Do... do you like... it?"
Rythian asked. "Yes, yes. I do... but. It was the first card I ever got... and
it just happens to be from... um... Fiona..." Zoey sniffled. She'd never been
through a breakup before, and it was really getting to her. "What?! I-I can get
you an even better one! D-do you want a Rayquaza?! Xerneas?! Kyogre??! Maybe
I'll even get you a...." Rythian continued to babble legendary Pokémon, and Kim
and Hannah looked to each other, then back to Rythian, then back to each other.
"MEW! MEWTWO!" Rythian yelled. Zoey shook her head. "It's okay! I'm happy with
this one!" she finally blurted. Rythian nodded. "Okay. I'm glad I chose
correctly." he smiled. Yeesh...
 
Zylus and Lewis were laying together in Zylus' bed. However, Tom was there...
so they couldn't cuddle or anything. Ugh. They couldn't help it, though. Lewis
reached back, squeezing Zylus' asscheek. Zylus giggled, but then turned it into
a laugh. Tom glanced at the corner of his laptop. It was 1:30. He sighed. "I'm
gonna get some fresh air." He took off his headphones, jumping up, and walking
out. Lewis waved him off, and as soon as that door closed...
Clothes were flying, they had seen each other naked, but they'd never
actually... well. Done the do. Lewis moaned, Zylus' leg brushing against his
dick. "So... who's top?" he asked. "I believe that role goes to me." Zylus
grinned. "Oh, come on. Really?" Lewis groaned. "You'll like it." Zylus kissed
Lewis on his lips. Lewis sighed, going into the only position he'd really heard
of: doggy style. Zylus positioned himself at Lewis' entrance. "I-I'm gonna...
I'm gonna push in, okay?" he exhaled a shaky breath, swallowing a ball of his
spit. "I-I... I don't mind as... as long as you're the one doing it... p-
please..." Lewis sighed, and he felt a sting in his, uh, backyard. Zylus pushed
in. He was... slightly bigger than average. Lewis didn't know if he was happy
about this, or just a bit jealous... Zylus groaned, the hair of Lewis's nest
were kind of distracting. "Y-you really gotta... trim... your ass hair..." he
said. "Wha- are you saying you do?" Lewis turned his head, smirking slightly.
"Well, um... dad says true men shave their balls, cock and ass hair." Zylus
said. "B-but, whatever! I don't care if your hairs prickle my dick, I-I just
wanna... have fun with you." he exhaled. Lewis smiled. "J-just shut up and fuck
me." he said, as Zylus began slowly thrusting himself further in.
 
As for Tom, the burrito was already working its magic. He tried his best to
hold it in... just for Parvs pleasure. It was weird to him, kind of. But he
loved being in control of someone. It was almost a... turn on. He stood under
shelter, in the bike shed, as the rain poured harder... well, it seemed that
way, anyway. Tom got out his phone. He groaned. Time was going so slowly. Only
2pm. Shit. He scratched at his stubble, before making his way back inside. From
just a tiny walk, he had been absolutely soaked, head to toe. He ducked into
the nearest toilet, drying off with the hand dryer. He didn't exactly manage to
dry every part of him, but he got a fair amount.
As he walked out, he began to make his way back to the dorms. Before he could
even make his way into his room, he was stopped by Duncan. "I know I'm not
failing Maths and English. And you certainly aren't passing every subject with
flying colours. What bullshit have you pulled to-." Duncan began, but was
interrupted. "Oh, brother. You've always been... how do I put this? Well...
always had a lower IQ. Maybe you just forgot you were failing them." Tom
smirked. "Don't call me brother..." Duncan growled. "Well, we technically are,
brother." Tom grinned. "And now, see you later, brother." he cackled, dashing
into his dorm room. Duncan groaned, and stormed off down the corridor.
"SO WATCH ME STRIKE A MATCH ON ALL MY WASTED TIME. AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED
YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER PICTURE TO BURN!!" Smith sang, jumping down from his bed.
"PICTURE TO BURN!" Simon yelled. "YES." Smith said, laughing. "Come on, that
was easy. It was blatantly going to be another Taylor Swift song." Trott
tutted. Since he and Ross broke up, he'd been spending more time with his
friends. They were playing 'Guess the Song'. They had to sing one line from a
song, and the first person to guess got a point. Simon was on 6, Trott on 2 and
Smith on 9. "My turn!" Simon jumped up onto the bed, grabbing the nearest
deodorant stick. "I am so fab. Check out, I'm blonde. I'm skinny. I'm rich. And
I'm a little bit of a bitch." he sang. "Uuuh.... Who's blonde?" Trott pondered.
Smith was thinking hard, and sat forward, his head rested in his hand.
"SHAKIRA!" Trott yelled. Smith turned to look at him. "Shakira?!" he shook his
head. "I'M SORRY, OKAY! I DON'T KNOW POP MUSIC!" Trott groaned. "Aha! LADY
GAGA, DONATELLA!" Smith jumped up. "ONE POINT FOR SMITH!" Simon yelled. "This
is bullshit." Trott said. "So, Smith wins after the 18 rounds!" Simon grinned.
"What do I win?" Smith asked. "Nothing." Trott said, grabbing a magazine. "And
fuck you, too." Smith laughed, rushing to his bed, sprawling out.
 
"Shitfaced git." Kim groaned. Her back was sore, and Hannah was massaging her
shoulders. "Who? Duncan?" Hannah asked. "No, Tom. When have I ever called
Duncan a shitfaced git?" Kim snapped. Hannah remained silent, continuing to
massage. "I'm sorry." Kim said. "It's fine." Hannah replied.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room...
"Uhh... so I'm orange, have a lot of money, and I'm xenophobic?" Rythian said.
Zoey nodded, laughing loudly. There was a short pause. "Am I Zylus?" Rythian
joked, and Zoey burst out laughing again. "Oh, jeez! No!" she said. "Okay,
okay. Serious. Am I Donald Trump?" Rythian said, and Zoey nodded, still
laughing. "Your turn." Rythian said, grabbing the hat. Zoey reached in, pulling
out a card and putting it into the headband.
"Uh... am I... rich?" Zoey asked.
"Yes, yes. Very rich." Rythian said.
"Do I live in America?" Zoey asked.
"Nope." Rythian replied.
"Do I live in Europe?" Zoey went for it, unknowing.
"Yeah, Europe. Western." Rythian grinned, she was getting closer.
"Am I English?" She, again, just guessed.
"Yup." Rythian laughed.
"Royalty?" Zoey made a face.
"Yeah, royalty... I think." Rythian said, thinking for a moment.
"What do you mean, you think?! Anyway... do I have brown hair?" Zoey asked.
"No, you do not." Rythian grinned.
"Wait. Am I the Queen?" Zoey asked, unknowing how she didn't get that from the
'Royalty' question.
"YES!" Rythian said, laughing. "Could you imagine me as the queen?!" Zoey
cracked up. She was glad she and Rythian were having a nice time together, as
friends.
 
Parv bounced his leg up and down. "You okay, Parv?" Martyn asked. "Fine." Parv
replied, smiling. "You know you can talk to me about anything." Martyn said,
sitting next to him. "I know. I'm just missing Strife." Parv lied. In reality
he couldn't wait until 6pm... ugh. "Aw... it's okay. I'm not saying you and
Strife being... together... was right. I think that when you love someone,
then... you can't stop that." Martyn smiled, his ray of sunshine beaming from
his mouth. Sounds gross. Parv nodded, and Duncan burst in. "FUCK. FUCK!" he
yelled, punching the wall. "...Do you want to talk about it?" Martyn asked. "I
want to die." Duncan said, flopping onto his bed, hiding his head under his
pillows. "What happened?" Martyn asked again, approaching Duncan. "It's Tom. He
somehow lowered all my grades to F's." Duncan sniffled, his voice muffled from
the pillows. While the two were talking, Parv lowered his head down to the spot
where Martyn was sitting, inhaling silently. It wasn't exactly gas... just ass
sweat. Jesus, what was wrong with him?! He sat up almost immediately, coughing.
"Listen, I'm sure it'll all blow over and he'll wanna join us as a friend."
Martyn smiled. Duncan threw off the pillows. "You don't understand! He stabbed
me! In the fucking arm!" he yelled, storming out. Martyn was left in silence,
and he turned to Parv sniffing his bedsheets again. "Uh... Parv?" he asked.
"WHA--?!" Parv stood up immediately. "What were you doing..?" Martyn asked.
"Nothing, nothing. It just smelt nice is all!" Parv laughed nervously, grabbing
his phone and loading up a game. Martyn shook his head, going to his laptop.
Duncan stormed along the dorm corridor, knocking on Room 16. He heard faint
noises, such as 'shit', 'someone's here!' and, his personal favourite, 'Put
your fuckin' clothes on!'. He sighed, as a topless Zylus in boxers opened the
door. "H-hey, can I... help you?" he asked, his breath shaky. Duncan, not
wanting to ask questions, sighed. "Have you seen Tom?" he asked. "No. He left a
little while ago." Zylus said. "Z-Zylus! I can't find my glasses!" Lewis
called. "One second ba-." Zylus stopped himself. "Bro!" he closed the door, and
Duncan groaned.
He walked out into the rain, spotting a familiar face over by the bike sheds.
He grunted, walking over faster.
Tom was there, smoking. "I've got you now, you fucker." Duncan said. "Oh no!
Blondie caught me smoking! Whatever will I do!" Tom said, sarcastically. "I'll
tell!" Duncan threatened. "What is this? Kindergarten?" Tom scoffed. "Listen...
I don't wanna fight with you, I really don't-." Duncan began, and Tom threw
down his cigarette, stomping it out, and then proceeded to pin Duncan against
the wall. "You wanna fuck with me? YOU DON'T WANNA FUCK WITH ME." he yelled.
"You're insane." Duncan said, spitting in Tom's face. Tom laughed. "I see how
you wanna play it." he said, punching Duncan square in the face, down to the
ground. He stood over him. "Now, let's do activities like real brothers do,
huh?" Tom smirked. Duncan didn't know what he meant by this, and attempted to
get up. Tom kicked him back to the ground, then grabbed a loose brick from the
wall. He threw it down into Duncan's arm, and he yelled. "Now... stay still,
and don't squirm. The more you struggle, the more it'll... how do I put this
without spoiling too much?" Tom thought for a moment. "Ah. The more you
struggle, the more you'll smell." he smirked. Duncan's eyes widened as he
realised what was about to happen. He tried to get up again, but Tom stomped on
his wrist. As he was complaining about the pain of it, Tom went into a squat
position, his ass coming into contact with Duncan's face. He let rip, and
Duncan attempted to push him away. "I said I'd save this all for Parv, but this
is well worth it..." Tom thought, farting again. Duncan choked, trying to push
him away again, but failing. The smell was too much, it was gross. Worse than
his old roommate in the kids home.
After what seemed like hours, which in reality was a few minutes, Tom stood up.
"Now... you tell anyone about this little gas incident... and I'll make sure
your nose knows pain." he began to walk off, but turned around and kicked
Duncan in the balls, HARD. Duncan yelled in horrible pain, and Tom smirked.
"Well, you've already made your baby, right?" he walked off, leaving Duncan
laying there, whimpering.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry about the final scene there. I hope the guys reading didn't
     feel that ball pain... I know I did when writing it D:
     ALSO TOM BE MATURE
     (But how can Tom be mature if his storywriter isn't?!)
     SHHH
***** Firsts and Lasts *****
Chapter Summary
     Stormy weather, stormy Parv.
     Sexy Parv, Sexy Kim, Sexy Duncan.
Chapter Notes
     Yeah that about sums it up. Oh, and also...
     FARTING. SO MUCH FARTING.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Despite the stormy weather, people were in good moods. Parv, however, had kept
some rage at bay. But now he was ready to release it. And at the right person.
He stormed his way, no pun intended, to Room 4.
He shoved open the door, greeted with Trott all by his lonesome.
"Hi, Parv." Trott grinned.
"YOU FUCKWAD!" Parv slammed the door, the sound of rain being abruptly
silenced. "YOU GAVE ME UP TO THE HEADMASTER."
"What- I did not! Parv, why would you suspect me? D-did Ross get into your
head?" Trott stuttered. He had no knowledge of saying anything about Parv at
all.
"So what, we jerked each other off, and had real great sex. And, yeah, I'm part
of a deal with Edgewood's latest criminal. I'm paying to let him fart in my
sorry face for a few good hours. And fuck I'm ready. So, at the end of the day,
what you did and didn't say, doesn't matter." Parv inhaled deeply.
Trott sat there. "You... um... you had sex with Ross?" he said, his breath
shaky.
"YES. WE DID. AMAZING, RIGHT?" Parv yelled.
"AND AS FOR THIS, THIS THING. WE'RE DONE. FRIENDSHIP IS OVER." he turned,
opened the door, and then slammed it again. Trott didn't know what was
happening, and didn't know what he felt. Empty, somehow...
- * - * - * - * - * -
Parv made his way to Room 8, bursting in.
"AND THE CATEGORY IS: HOTTY THOTTY!" Turps announced, and Ross walked out, a
towel as his 'hair' and an off-the-shoulder dress... it wasn't a towel, either.
"Fuck." Parv said, rushing over to Ross, kissing him violently. Ross moaned.
"Not now." he groaned, pulling away. "There... something going on?" Turps
asked. He loved being the first to know about anything. "No, nothing. He's my
comfort toy." Parv said. Ross looked to him. "Do you find my dress sexy or
something?" he gestured to himself, gracefully dancing his arms down the dress.
"I have to admit, it does suit you... and yeah, it makes you look real nice."
Parv said, winking and biting his lip. "You should really go professional with
this, Ross." Turps joked. "Are you kidding? I cannot do makeup for shit." Turps
laughed, then looked to his phone. "Oh, it's Liz. Gotta take this." he walked
out, and Ross and Parv looked to one another. "Heterosexuals, right?"
- * - * - * - * - * -
Duncan stood up, after lying there for several minutes, in the pouring rain, in
pain. The stench was still lingering in his nostrils, he couldn't seem to get
rid of it. It... wasn't pleasant.
He made his way inside. His balls were still hurting like shit, and the pain
had somehow spread to his stomach. You know, that feeling when you're kicked in
the balls and it affects other places that you didn't even think it would. Just
Duncan and I? Okay, then. The dorm corridors were empty, except the occasional
students ducked to one side. Either making out, or gossiping. Duncan walked
into the girls side, and then made his way to Room 2. He knocked, and Kim
opened it up. "Aw, look who came to see Kimmy." she hugged him, and Duncan
sniffled, then regretting it instantly. He groaned. "What? What is it?" Kim
lead him inside, and shut the door.
"Tom... uh..." Duncan sighed. "This is embarrassing-." he began.
"Oh, Duncan, was that you?" Hannah exclaimed.
"What? What was me?" Duncan asked.
"That disgusting smell." Hannah looked to Kim. "You smell it too?"
"...Kind of, yeah." Kim said.
"No, no, it wasn't me! I- um... Tom... kicked me in the balls and then farted
in my face... for what seemed like hours... but it was only... probably a few
minutes..." Duncan sighed.
Kim was in silence, and Hannah was ready to stop her if she tried to do
anything that may harm the baby or her in any possible way.
"Sick. Fucking. Prick." Kim began. Duncan cursed himself under his breath. "No,
I'm sorry, but that's disgusting. I mean, even a sick fuck like, I don't know,
Lewis wouldn't do that!"
"Lewis?!" Hannah and Duncan exclaimed.
"You know more than anyone that they're potent." Kim said, continuing on her
rant. "I mean, seriously, it's just stupid. He's fucked in the head. I'll kill
the prick, honestly, he's taking this way too far."
"Maybe it's his deranged way of showing he loves someone. I see him as a
bisexual, don't you?" Hannah attempted to make light of the situation, but it
ended up with the duo staring her down.
"LOVING SOMEONE?! YOU FART IN SOMEONES FACE IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE??!" Kim yelled.
"Keep it down, babe..." Hannah said.
"Sorry... anyway, I'll kill the fucker, I really will. He's said he'd kill me
and my baby before." Kim grunted.
"She's joking, really." Hannah whispered to Duncan, but Kim overheard.
"You think I'm joking? You think I'm fucking joking? I'm a hormonal bitch,
sure, but I'm pretty sure I can think straight enough to decide to HATE
somebody." Kim shouted.
"Yeah!" Duncan backed her up.
"In fact, this relationship is a fucking joke! I mean, have we even had SEX
yet?! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I HAD A CRUSH ON YOU! SURE, YOU HAVE NICE TITS.
BUT, HAH, GUESS WHAT! I'VE NEVER SEEN THEM!" Kim shouted, and Duncan nodded
with her.
"Fine! If that's how you feel, then maybe we should..." Hannah didn't want to
say it, but she had to.
"Break up? Fine. Go. Leave. Piss off." Kim said, tutting and turning away from
Hannah.
Hannah got up, taking one final look at Kim and Duncan, then walking out.
- * - * - * - * - * -
"Fuck." she thought. Sad, disheartened, and broken-up-with, Hannah did the next
best thing... went to find Martyn and Simon. They were great listeners, plus,
Simon's usually away doing other things, so it'd be nice to catch up with him.
She walked into the library, sitting herself down next to Martyn. "Hey." he
said, looking up from his book. "I need to talk to you." Hannah said, exhaling
slowly. "Private conversation without moi?" Simon chipped in, sitting down
opposite them both. "No, you're welcome to join." Hannah sniffled. "I just got
broken up with." It was taking a lot of willpower not to cry right about now.
"Oh, Hannah. What happened?" Simon asked.
"A bunch of shit, I don't even know. I feel like it's been destined for a while
now. She was kind of right, though. We've never had sex or seen each other
naked... nothing like that. I don't really feel anything when she kisses me,
either. Maybe I'm just straight... and I lied to myself because Kim is
vunerable in her current state. I don't know." Hannah sighed, wiping her nose
with her sleeve.
"Hey, now. Don't second guess yourself. What you feel and don't feel is your
deal. Your body is yours, and if your body doesn't like being touched or kissed
by another woman, then you obviously don't fall there in the spectrum." Simon
said, pushing his book away from him.
"I've never understood the spectrum." Hannah said, sniffling.
"You like boys, you like girls, you like both, you like all, you like nobody.
There's more to it, but, that's the basics. And, by the way, 'like' being used
as 'sexually or romantically attracted to'." Martyn said.
"I like to think of it as... on the left is liking boys, right is girls, top is
nobody, and the bottom is everybody." Simon said, smiling.
"So, Smith is a bottom, and Martyn is a top?" Hannah put on a smirk, and Martyn
sighed heavily. Simon couldn't stop laughing.
"For the last time, I'm ace! I don't feel sexual attraction much..." Martyn
said.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry." Hannah said, patting Martyn on his head. He shook
her off, smiling weakly.
"So- so... You still feel sexual attraction sometimes?" Simon stopped his
laughing fit, resting his head on his hands.
"It's... rare. But, yes, I sometimes get a boner when I see a guy I really
like. But, it's rare. And I don't want to make Smith uncomfortable." Martyn
said.
"Oh, I'm sure he's not uncomfortable. I mean, you've both spent a lot of time
together already. Just don't rush. If one day you feel like you want to... try
it, then try it. But if you never want to, then you never want to." Simon said,
smiling.
"Thanks, Simon." Martyn said, grabbing his book.
"No problem, man." Simon sighed, sitting back in his chair and closing his
eyes. Hannah saw this as the time to leave, and so she got up, and made her way
to the gym to work out for a while.
- * - * - * - * - * -
"Ugh..." Kim groaned. "Go wash your face or something."
"It's not my fault..." Duncan said.
"Well maybe you should be more of a man and stand up to him!" Kim yelled, and
Duncan rushed into their bathroom. Shit.
Duncan frantically washed his face. He looked down. Ah, shit... It made him
hard when Kim yelled at him like that... said he needed to be more a man. Ugh.
He shrugged it off, thinking of the word 'pineapple'. For some reason it
helped.
He made his way back in, with his boner tamed (for now). "I'm sorry." Kim
began. "Don't be." Duncan replied, sitting next to her.
Kim bit her lip. She was feeling slightly frisky. Must be the hormones...
Next thing she knew, she was putting her arm around Duncan, pulling him in.
Duncan got free of her grasp. "What are you doing?" he asked. Kim put her hand
on Duncan's crotch, making circular motions. Duncan moaned. "K-Kim... s-stop...
You're... making me f-feel weird." he wanted her to stop, but it felt so
good... and... He just wanted to...
The next thing they knew, Duncan was on top of Kim, kissing her violently. He
had been waiting too long, and the beast could no longer be tamed. Kim reached
into his jeans, fumbling around. Duncan grunted, getting up, and removing his
shirt and jeans. Kim bit her lip, grabbing Duncan by the crotch, and pulling
him in. Duncan moaned, sliding off his underwear. His dick was fully erect, and
Kim licked the tip of it. He shuddered. This was his first time, though he'd
never admit it. Kim moaned, as she took the whole thing. It took them both by
surprise, and she began bobbing her head back and forth.
Duncan was fully aware she was pregnant, and plus, he didn't have condoms on
him. "I-I'm gonna... aah..." he groaned, ejaculating into Kim's mouth. She
grabbed his cock, milking it dry. She spat into a nearby tissue, and cleaned
Duncan's cock. She threw it into the bin. She winked. "Now, go, you dirty
fuck." she said, laying back. Duncan grabbed his clothes, doing what he was
told. He put them on, and rushed out.
HOLY. SHIT. He had to tell Turps all about this tonight. Just... not that it
was Kim.
- * - * - * - * - * -
Lewis made his way to reception. He was feeling really happy. He just had his
first time with a guy, and he couldn't feel happier. Was he in love? Ugh. Zylus
made him really sore, plus, he was as tight as a vagina pre-intercourse. Well,
not anymore. Zylus opened him right up.
He stopped daydreaming. He was waiting for a new kid. His name was Matthew...
something. Lewis sighed, waiting as hours seemed to go by. Sometimes he hated
being Y0G5's form representative. But, he got to meet new people, go to
meetings, and get free donuts in the process. What's not to like? This Spring
was when the re-election was to take place. Every year, they hold an election
for each class to see who will become the new form representative. Lewis had
won 4 years running, and he hoped to win again this year. But, with new
faces... he's not exactly so sure about it.
"Lewis, Matthew is here." the receptionist said. Lewis nodded, standing up.
A boy with squared glasses, brown hair and a pug shirt walked in. "Hi... I'm...
Matthew. Matthew Meredith." he said, smiling with his teeth. Lewis shook his
hand. "Lewis Brindley. I'm the representative for Form Y0G5. And I welcome you
to Edgewood High." he smiled. Matthew nodded. "Now, just between us, you could
have picked a better school in the area, but, nevermind." Lewis whispered, then
returned to his normal voice. "Anyway, this is the Admin Block..."
- * - * - * - * - * -
Rythian had been in the library with Zoey, in a secret corner that Zoey had
shown him. She was smiling a lot, and Rythian was glad that they were getting
along really well. "So... I wanted to ask... do you want to go out to dinner
when the storm is gone?" Rythian blurted, cursing himself in his head after.
"Oh... sure!" Zoey smiled. She was sure he meant as friends. Rythian nodded.
"Okay."
- * - * - * - * - * -
Finally. It was 6pm.
Parv knocked.
Tom answered.
Zylus was with Trott.
Lewis was still showing Matthew around.
It was just these two, and a small, confined dorm room.
"Welcome." Tom said, grinning.
"Uh... Just so you know, I've never done this before." Parv said, sighing.
"No worries. Neither have I. I may seem like a freak to you, but I've never
farted in someone's face... Actually, scratch that, yes I have. But, still,
I'll make it extra special for you." Tom smirked, laying down on his bed,
putting on his headphones.
Parv nodded, sitting behind him. What did he do? Uh... He put his hands on
Tom's ass, then retracting them. Tom looked round.
"Problem?" he asked.
"N-no... I'm just thinking about how to go about it..." Parv swallowed a ball
of spit.
"Well, hurry it up. I can't hold it in much longer." Tom sighed.
"Fuck it." Parv thought, just diving straight in. His nose was nestled just
between Toms cheeks.
"Right where I want you, pig." Tom said, farting loudly. He laughed, beginning
to type up a simple code. Parv moaned. Why did he enjoy this? Why was he
begging for more inside his head?
Some time passed...
"So, do you wanna know what I'm doing?" Tom asked.
"Sure." Parv mumbled, Toms ass was muffling him.
"I'm making a code for a school blackout. It's easy, really. The lighting
systems are all on one server... pretty chilled out." Tom sighed, taking in a
breath.
"Sounds cool-." Parv began, as Tom farted. He grunted, and Parv moaned. "If
you're a good little pig, we can go down to just boxers next time." Tom said,
exhaling.
More time passes, as does wind (get it?).
The room was putrid, but Parv loved it and Tom was already used to it. It was
10 minutes until 8, and Tom and Parv were just sitting together. Parv inhaled,
moaning. "You really like this, don't you, you fucking slut?" Tom said.
"Yes..." Parv moaned again. "You need some help getting off, yeah?" Tom grabbed
Parvs jeans and boxers, yanking them down and putting his hand around his meat
baton. Parv moaned again. "Y-yes..." he said, breath shaky. Tom moaned, licking
along his length.
More time passed...
Tom grunted, licking all the cum from Parv's cock, swallowing it. "Wow...
you're... you're good at... that." Parv sighed. Tom just nodded. "I hate to
admit it, but I am positively bisexual." he smirked. "Well... it's almost
eight, I should go." Parv said, about to get up. Tom pushed him back down
again. "One more thing before you go..." he pushed Parvs face to his ass,
farting. Parv moaned. "D-don't get me going again." he laughed. "See you
tomorrow... I'll go down to boxers for you." Tom winked. Parv laughed,
smirking. He left.
- * - * - * - * - * -
Lewis and Zylus returned at the same time. As soon as they opened the door, the
stench hit them. "Jesus, Tom!" Lewis coughed. "Oh, yeah, sorry. I was
practicing for this talent competition I saw online." Tom lied. "Practicing
what?" Zylus asked. "Farting." Tom grinned. Lewis sighed, sitting on his bed.
Zylus joined him. "Oh, but it's late. I should get to sleep." Tom said, taking
off his shirt and jeans, dumping them under his bed. He farted once last time,
and then turned out his lamp. Lewis sighed, and Zylus used a pillow to waft the
air away from him.
Boys will be boys.
Chapter End Notes
     ;D I've decided I'm gonna aim for one chapter a month (sorry!)
     possibly more if I can deal with it!
***** Caff the Newbie *****
Chapter Summary
     Caff joins!
     Form Y0G5 also get a new form tutor... and he's kinda weird.
Chapter Notes
     Yay :D
     I'ma stop apologising because it's getting old but........
     sorry!!!
It was the next day. Classes had been resumed, even with the ongoing murder
investigation. Kids had to get their education, damn it!
It was tutor, and Caff grinned, walking in for the first time. He was sat next
to Hannah, due to the seating plan, and he introduced himself to her. "Hi, I'm
Matthew. Call me Caff." he smiled wide. "Hey. I'm Hannah." Hannah replied,
smiling back.
The chatter and gossip died down when their replacement tutor walked in. He had
a low cut shirt, with a lot of dark chest hair. He smirked, slamming down his
folders. "Hello, class..." he winked. "I'm Mr. Verono, your new tutor... and
also your new history teacher." Silence still fell on the classroom.
"Now... new timetable for the term." He started to pass it out to everyone,
winking at everyone he found cute. "Look like I joined at the right time, huh?"
Caff whispered to Hannah, who nodded. "You've moved on quick." Kim sneered,
walking past to grab a glass of water. Hannah sighed. "Is she pregnant?" Caff
asked. Hannah just nodded, explaining everything that had happened to Caff.
"Jeez. Sounds like a lot happens here, huh?" he sighed, and Hannah nodded.
- * - * - * - * - * -
The timetable was as follows;
Monday
8:00am: Tutorial
8:20am: Mathematics
9:20am: Art
10:20am: Breaktime
10:40am: English
11:40am: English
12:40pm: Lunchtime
1:15pm: Science
2:15pm: Science
 
Tuesday
8:00am: Tutorial
8:20am: Maths
9:20am: Maths
10:20am: Breaktime
10:40am: Study Hall
11:40am: English
12:40pm: Lunchtime
1:15pm: Science
2:15pm: Science
 
Wednesday
8:00am: Tutorial
8:20am: PE
9:20am: PE
10:20am: Breaktime
10:40am: Art
11:40am: Maths
12:40pm: Lunchtime
1:15pm: Drama
2:15pm: Drama
 
Thursday
8:00am: Tutorial
8:20am: Art
9:20am: Geography
10:20am: Breaktime
10:40am: Computing
11:40am: Computing
12:40pm: Lunchtime
1:15pm: English
2:15pm: Maths
 
Friday
8:00am: Assembly
9:00am: Study Hall
10:20am: Breaktime
10:40am: English
11:40am: English
12:40pm: Lunchtime
1:15pm: Maths
2:15pm: Maths
But, wait, what's this? There was a Saturday timetable, too?!
Saturday - EVERY TWO WEEKS
10:00am: Preparation
10:30am: Leaving for College
11:10am: Arriving at Edgewood College
11:20am: Study Hall
12:30pm: Lunchtime
1:15pm: Go back to Edgewood High
 
"You are kidding, right, sir?" Sjin asked. "Hm? About what?" Verono turned,
looking into Sjin's eyes directly. "We have to go to Edgewood College on
Saturdays?" Sjin seemed annoyed, and Lewis knew why. Saturday was the day when
he spent the entirety of it with Sips. Mr. Verono sighed. "Listen, buddy, I
don't know about you, but I'm sure there's a lot of people here who are excited
about going to see Edgewood College. I've heard it has good facilities, and
even better looking students-." he stopped himself, regaining his composure.
Hannah groaned. Caff turned to her, "Guess I joined at the right time, huh?" he
laughed. Hannah joined in. "Yeah. I guess it means you don't have much to
acclimatize to..." she smiled.
- * - * - * - * - * -
They had PE, which wasn't ideal, considering it was technically the Spring term
and they were forced outside to play football. Even though it was raining.
Torrentially. Ugh. At least they had a new PE teacher, Mrs Dexter. She was
nice, motivating and only strict when she needed to be.
"That's right, Chris! Pass to Hannah, now!" she called. Trott did so, and
Hannah guided the ball to the goal, taking the shot. It flew past Parv, who
ended up jumping over it.
Lewis had bluffed himself out of doing anything in this session, and was
sitting on the side with Caff, who didn't have his kit yet. "So, where'd you
transfer from?" he asked. "Well, my family moved from Northbrook down to
Edgewood." Caff replied. For clarification, Northbrook is just north of
Edgewood Forest. "I attended Northbrook High, since Year 8. I was homeschooled
before that." he smiled. "You were homeschooled?" Lewis inquired, and Caff just
nodded. He didn't speak about it any further, so Lewis just decided that it
would be best to avoid the subject from now on.
Meanwhile, Ross had been forced to join in. He stared down Trott. He missed
him. He may have had a fling with Parv, and he may have given Parv up to the
headmaster but... He still loved him. "What are you staring at?" Trott asked,
sternly. Ross snapped out of it. "Um... nothing." This was the first time in a
while that Trott had addressed him properly, instead of just talking shit about
him behind his back. Without thinking, he pulled Trott into a kiss. "Mmph--."
Trott was clearly taken aback, but despite enjoying it, he pulled away, wiping
his lips. "Ross. No." was all he had to say. Ross looked down to his shoes,
feeling awkward. "Sorry..." he muttered. "Yeah..." Trott jogged off, and Ross
was just left alone.
- * - * - * - * - * -
After that awkward encounter, the rest of PE was relatively boring. Unless you
think 300 words of describing a football game is interesting. Either way, the
boys changing room was sweaty and smelt bad... like they all do. Lewis and
Zylus were showering. Together, anyway, not that the others knew this.
Meanwhile, the girls changing room smelt FUCKING BEAUTIFUL... like they all do.
Zoey and Fiona were still ignoring one another, but caught each other glancing
at times. Kim and Hannah were also ignoring each other. Jeez, what a fucking
pavlova.
- * - * - * - * - * -
At break, Caff was going round, trying to make more friends. He succeeded.
Except with Tom, because Tom's always sceptical of new people... that and he's
kind of an asshole? Rythian was talking with Zoey, planning when to go for
their dinner. Of course, the weather forecast has spoken, saying that the rain
will continue for a while.
Simon, on the other hand, had joined a quiet reading group in the library. It
was small, and only populated by him and four other girls. He may have a crush
on one girl... her name was Sophie... he wouldn't admit having a crush on
her... Well, maybe he'd admit it to Martyn.
- * - * - * - * - * -
Next up, was Art, and Simon had decided to tell Martyn about his crush. "So...
Martyn. After literal years of searching. I've finally found a girl I like..."
Simon said, and Martyn looked up from his blank paper. "Really?? What's her
name?!" he was happy, and he was practically exuding happiness. "Sophie...
she's in the reading club I told you about. She's really over-excitable, but I
can't help but feel she's in a dark place." Simon sighed. "Hey, I'm happy for
you. You two should come on a double date with Smith and I! ...Speaking of
Smith, where is he?" Martyn looked around.
"Come on, hurry up!" Ross huffed. "It's almost on, okay?!" Smith replied. "Ugh,
come on, how hard is it?" Ross asked. "It's hard enough!" Smith sighed. "Okay,
well, hurry up! I wanna do this so badly." Ross smirked. Smith grunted.
Finally, it was on. "Are you ready?" Ross asked. "I'm sorry. The old Smith
can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh. Because she's dead." Smith walked
out, apron on, and paint palette in hand. Ross laughed. "All that build up for
an apron?!" he said. Smith smirked. "Time to paint." he raised his palette,
grabbing a paintbrush from a table, and walking over to the blank canvases.
Ross laughed to himself, and went back to his table. He still felt awkward
about this morning. Why did he kiss Trott? Ugh.
- * - * - * - * - * -
Next was Maths. Their teacher hadn't shown up yet, so they sat in silence.
...
...
...
Still, no teacher came in.
...
...
...
"Okay, it's been 20 minutes, I'm taking over." Sips said, appointing himself as
teacher. He stood up, grabbing a marker. He wrote on the board 'MATHS'. "Ok
class..! Now we study the theorem of how gay Sjin is!" he smirked, and Sjin
gasped. "I'm bisexual!" he defended. "Babe, I know. I'm fucking with you...
anyway. You take g and multiply it by 1000, and you have your answer." Sips
stated. "...So Sjin is 1000G gay?" Caff raised his hand, saying this as he did.
"Precisely. Okay class dismissed. Isn't it true we can just leave if our tutor
doesn't turn up for 20 minutes?" Sips grabbed his bag, throwing the market back
on the desk. "Yes, yes it is." Lewis confirmed, and so everybody started to
pack up. Guess they had free time all the way until Drama at 1:15!
- * - * - * - * - * -
During the free time, Sips and Sjin had snuck into an empty classroom. "Did you
mean what you said when you said babe?" Sjin asked. "Of course I did. I love
you, Paul." Sips smiled, and Sjin smiled back. "I love you too, Chris... I
always have." he laid a kiss on his cheek. "Heh..." Sips blushed.
Tom and Parv had taken this chance to do their now daily activity. Tom laid in
the same position, writing code. As promised, he'd gone down to boxers. Parv
sighed, content. How was this a heaven for him? How did this turn him on so
much? God damn it. His thought was interrupted by Tom breaking the tension. He
grunted, farting. "I haven't got much in me after yesterday..." he sighed. "No
problem." Parv replied, muffled. He was enjoying what he had, anyway.
Turps, however, was looking up 16+ clubs. He may be 17, but he's not gonna pass
for an 18 year old. Even though fake IDs are a thing... but he doesn't wanna do
any of that. He found one, in town. He smiled. He saved it to his favourite,
before going back to watching his guilty pleasure... Drag Race. "Man, why is
this such a good show?!" he asked himself. "Maybe because it's the BEST SHOW
EVER?!" Ross answered. "Oh, hey Ross." Turps smiled, taking out his earbuds.
Ross had just got back, and sat down next to Turps. They shared earbuds, and
Turps unpaused the video.
Kim sighed, listening to music. Hannah was sat on her bed, on the other side of
the room. The two were ignoring each other, acting like the other didn't exist.
Hannah was texting Caff.
Hannah: hey is this your number?
Caff: yeah you typed it right lol
Hannah: ah okay good! well its officially lunchtime, so at 1:15 we go to drama.
Caff: yeah. with what ive seen we're always in drama haha
Hannah: lol true xD
Hannah chuckled to herself, before leaving the dorm room. Kim turned for a
second, but focused her attention back on her music.
- * - * - * - * - * -
Finally, it was drama. The final period of the day, and it was two hours long.
Parv hadn't showered... and he had been nominated to do a kiss scene. "Oh,
fuck... oh, fuck..." he thought. "Can we have another volunteer?" Parv grinned,
awkwardly. Nobody had raised their hand, not even Ross. Sheesh, it was like
they knew he smelt like... fart. "Ugh... fine." Tom said, raising his hand. "If
it'll get this over with faster." he stood up, walking up with Parv, he
whispered in his ear... "Hey, you're welcome. I at least can own my own stink,
huh?" he pulled away, and Parv nodded. "Okay, and... begin!" the teacher said,
and the two began.
Parv: My darling, wait!
Tom: ... What could it be, my sweet prince? I must go.
Parv: I... I love you!
Tom: But... we are of different kingdoms!
Parv: People don't have to know...
He took a deep breath, taking Tom's hand.
Tom: Oh, Prince Parvulus...
The class laughed slightly, except Duncan and Kim who thoroughly despised Tom
and everything he did... even if Duncan found it a little funny.
Parv pulled him in, kissing him on the lips. It was just for a moment, but it
was enough to make Parv want to take it further. He was about to reach and grab
Tom's ass, and then remembered he was in the middle of class. He pulled away.
"Scene!" the teacher called, and the class clapped. Parv and Tom bowed, and
walked off stage. "Alright, next up....."
Tom and Parv had walked off, to a corner, alone. "Um..." Tom's heart was
beating, fast, and he didn't know what this meant. "What?" Parv asked. "It's...
it's nothing!" Tom said. "As long as you're sure." Parv smiled. Tom laughed.
Was this love he felt? ...No, it couldn't be. He'd only known Parv... a week,
at maximum. "Are you sure you're okay?" Parv asked, looking at a very spaced
out Tom. "Um-- yeah.. I'm fine. I just feel a bit... sick." Tom bit his lip,
sitting down. "If you wanna talk about anything, I'm here..." Parv sat down
next to him. "Look, it's fine, I don't want people worrying about me!" Tom
raised his voice a little. "...Sorry." he said. "Hey, don't apologise." Parv
put his arm around him. Tom looked over to Parv. God, he was so... Tom couldn't
put it into words.
Meanwhile, Ross was laughing with Kim, when he found himself looking for Parv.
"Hey, I'm gonna go find Parv. One sec." he said. Kim nodded, reaching for her
water.
Ross looked around, eventually seeing Parv. About to call him over, he stopped.
"Oh..." he thought.
Parv had shifted closer to Tom, and the two were snuggling now. Ross frowned,
walking back to the group.
"Hey, frowny, what's wrong?" Smith asked. "Nothing..." Ross replied, walking to
the side of the room again. Smith sighed. There was definitely something up
with him.
"I DREAM, THEREFORE I AM!" Zylus proclaimed. "That's not how it goes, Zylus."
Turps said. "And you would know?" Zylus crossed his arms. "Uh, yeah. It's
actually I LIKE BOOBS, THEREFORE I AM!" Turps cracked up, slapping Zylus on the
arm. "Haha. That's true..." Zylus found himself looking at Lewis at that point.
"Hey, man, is something going on with you and Lewis? You've been spending a lot
of time together..." Turps said. "What? No. You know I'm straight, and I have a
girlfriend." Zylus had just remembered he had a girlfriend. He hadn't talked to
her in a week, at this point. Shit... he was so infatuated with Lewis, that
he'd forgotten about Mila... Damn. "Ah, yeah, yeah... sorry for assuming, man.
How is Mila, by the way?" Turps asked. "She's good..." Zylus replied. "Cool."
Turps grinned.
- * - * - * - * - * -
Finally, the school day was over... Simon was spending time with Sophie, and
they had bonded deeply.
Meanwhile, it was still RAINING HEAVILY.
Duncan flipped on the small TV in his dorm room. Martyn and Parv were there,
too. They were kind of shocked by the weather report.
"Rain continues to fall around Bristol, and its surrounding areas. This will
continue for what meteorologists predict will be the rainiest January for 20
years. This is result of Storm Brittany battering the Welsh coast. It will
continue to bring rain, thunder, and decreased visibility in most of western
England and Wales. Stay tuned for more updates."
***** A Stormy Night *****
Chapter Summary
     It's a stormy ass night at Edgewood. What does everyone get up to?
     What shenanigans will happen?!
Chapter Notes
     ^_^
The dorms were as we left them. Full of people sheltering from the torrential
rain. It battered the windows, and it almost seemed like it was begging to get
in.
"Gentlemen, start your engines, and may the best woman... win!" the TV blared.
Rythian was under a blanket with headphones and his gaming laptop. Though, he
probably wasn't using it for gaming at this point. Ross and Turps were watching
Drag Race. "Oh, look at this bitch." Ross said. "Okay she's hot." Turps
admitted. "Hah! You gay shit!" Ross smirked, playfully hitting Turps, who
laughed. "That's me." he turned back to the TV.
Lightning struck nearby. Suddenly, the lights had gone out. The TV lost power,
and everything was in total darkness. Ross reached for a flashlight. "God damn
it..." he mumbled. Rythian kicked off his blanket. "What happened?" he asked,
cracking his neck slightly. "Blackout." Turps replied, groaning as Ross shined
the flashlight on him. "This reminds me of sleepovers. You know, when your
parents wanted you to be asleep? But you stayed awake using flashlights?" Ross
sighed, reminiscing. "I guess..." Rythian mumbled, putting his laptop under his
bed. "I'm gonna find Zoey." he said, getting up and treading carefully through
the messy room. He swore it was Turps' fault.
As he opened the door, he instantly regretted it. Rain blasted him in the face,
and his face felt stretched by the force of the wind. He, with some effort,
shut the door. Suddenly, the lights turned back on. "That'll be the backup
generator..." Ross said. "Huh? You have a backup generator?" Rythian asked.
"Yeah. It's kind of essential when you're about a mile from town... since, the
power lines could get severed." Ross said, standing up. The TV had
automatically changed to the local news.
"Northbrook has suffered severe flooding, and the power connection to Edgewood
has been severed. Meanwhile, it seems that a lightning strike has caused a fire
in Edgewood Forest. Stay tuned for more updates."
- * - * - * - * - * -
Caff was in his room, alone. He frowned. Not having a roommate sucked... but,
would it really be beneficial if he had one? He checked his phone, attempting
to text Hannah. No service. How is the TV working, but no phone service? Ugh.
He put on a coat, and rain trousers. He braced himself, opening the door. It
swung wide open, even with the slightest breach. He groaned, pushing through.
The wooden walkway was slippery, so he treaded carefully. He made his way past
the different rooms, when he was greeted by Mr. Verono. "What are you doing
out?" he asked, having to yell because of the howling wind. "I-I can't hear
you!" Caff replied, also yelling. Mr. Verono sighed, grabbing Caff by the arm
and taking him back to his dorm room. He slammed the door, letting go of Caff's
arm. "Uh.. th-thanks..." Caff stammered. Verono sighed. "Well... I was on my
way back to the teachers' dorms... But, I guess I'm stuck here, now." he
smirked slightly. Caff swallowed. "Um... o-okay..." he stuttered, taking off
his coat and rain trousers, putting them on the radiator. "I need to shower."
Verono said, walking into the bathroom. Caff sighed, he sat down on his bed,
playing games on his phone.
Eventually, even though it was 6pm, he got tired, and got into bed.
- * - * - * - * - * -
"Hey..." Kim shook Hannah, who looked up. She said nothing. "Since we're stuck
in here together, I think we need to talk things through..." Kim sighed.
Hannah, again, didn't say anything.
"Come on... talk to me..." Kim said.
"We haven't had a proper conversation for a few days." Hannah replied.
"Then, let's have one now..." Kim smiled.
"Fine... but I can guarantee it won't end with us getting back together."
Hannah said.
"Fair enough. I think it's both time we moved on." Kim sighed. "I did something
with Duncan..." she admitted.
"Fair enough..." Was Hannah's reply. "I think the only reason I fell for you is
because you were vulnerable... I hope you don't take offense to that, at
all..." she coughed, swallowing some built up spit.
"It's fine. I understand..." Kim said, feeling a little hurt, but she decided
to keep it to herself.
"Friends?" Hannah asked.
"Friends."
- * - * - * - * - * -
Unluckily for some, the same did not happen in Zoey and Fiona's dorm. They were
still ignoring one another... I'm sure, much to Rythian's delight. He had
service, now.
Rythian: hey fiona
Fiona: Hi.
Rythian: how are you and zoey doing? still bad?
Fiona: Haven't talked to her.
Fiona still didn't trust Rythian. She was still dying to get proof that he
murdered the headmaster.
Rythian: thats a shame.
Fiona: How's therapy going?
Rythian: its not therapy. its counselling
Rythian: and its going fine thanks
Fiona: Able to get rid of those murderous tendencies?
Rythian: no. i still feel the urge to hurt someone sometimes
Fiona: I see.
Fiona took this a little too literally. "He really did kill the headmaster."
she thought.
Fiona: Well, I hope counselling goes well.
Rythian: :)
Fiona scoffed. The boy showed no emotion, but when it came to text, the most he
can show is a smiley face.
- * - * - * - * - * -
Tom had snuck out, in the rain. He liked it, and he made his way to Parv's dorm
room. He knew from texting that Martyn and Duncan were stuck elsewhere. He
knocked, and the door opened quickly. Tom rushed in, and Parv shut the door.
"Hey..." Parv smirked. He was only wearing pajama pants. "I feel a little
overdressed." Tom said. "That can be changed." Parv said, winking. "Hey... I
need to talk to you about something." Tom said, leading Parv over to the bed.
Parv stared at Tom, and Tom stared back.
"So... I've never felt this before, but..." Tom sighed, stopping himself.
"What?" Parv asked. "You can tell me anything, you know that..." he smiled.
"I... just... I feel..." Tom stammered, unable to get his words out. His heart
was pounding.
Parv put his hand to Tom's chest, and Tom laughed slightly.
"Come on... just say it." Parv bit his lip.
"I... have... feelings for you..." Tom exhaled, happy he was finally able to
get it out. Was it love?
Parv just smiled. "I may need a bit of time to figure out my feelings, but..."
he placed his hand on Tom's chest once more. "Can we, um... get into bed
together?" Tom asked. Parv smiled. "Sure."
- * - * - * - * - * -
"No! No, no!" Ross facepalmed. "Why is she in the bottom, her look is fierce!"
Turps yelled. Meanwhile, Rythian was wondering how he fit in here at all. As
the show went to commercial, Ross muted it. "Discuss." he said. "OKAY that
other bitch really needed to be in the bottom. Her look was terrible, and she
literally killed the challenge in a bad way." Turps ranted. "Agree." Ross
replied, unmuting the TV.
"Have an ex you want to get back with? What about a parent you lost contact
with? Or, maybe you just remembered an old friend from school. Any way, we can
make it happen!"
Ross groaned. "I hate these ads..."
Turps nodded, looking back to check on Rythian.
"Rythian?" he called.
He wasn't under his blanket. There's no way he could have gone outside, they
would have heard it.
"He's probably in the bathroom. You know he takes hours in there..." Ross
mumbled.
"True."
- * - * - * - * - * -
Caff was having a great sleep. Until he was woken up by a loud lightning
strike. He stirred, shaking awake. He felt a warmth next to him, reminiscent of
his pug. He snuggled up. It was a lot less hairy than he remembered.
- * - * - * - * - * -
In Room 4, Smith and Trott were arm wrestling. Simon was texting with Sophie.
Simon: Hey, Sophie. Much happening?
Sophie: nope! my bunkmates are asleep
Simon: Ah. Already?
Sophie: yeah, you doing anything tomorrow evening?
Simon: Ah... no.
Sophie: well i wondered if the weather was better we could go out to dinner?
Simon: Oh. Yeah, sure, let me make a note of that.
Sophie: great! im tired now so im gonna sleep. see you tomorrow
Simon: Yeah! See you.
He smiled, looking up at Trott and Smith. They were still going at it, even
after 5 minutes. "Aren't you guys tired yet?" Simon asked. "N-no..." Smith
grunted. "Yeah, you are. You're weak, give up." Trott smirked, pushing himself
even further, despite sweating profusely. "Alright then." Simon said, switching
his focus back to his phone.
- * - * - * - * - * -
Meanwhile, Sjin and Sips were watching a movie. Just a simple, romantic comedy
they found.
Not much else happened with them...
- * - * - * - * - * -
The next morning, rain continued to batter Edgewood. What a Thursday.
It was 6am, but a lot of people had been up since 4 or 5. They had fallen
asleep early for whatever reason, probably to try and block out the torrential
weather.
Caff had woken up to a note. He rubbed his eyes, grabbing his glasses to read
it.
 
Matthew,
You were a great snuggler. I've never known myself to get to sleep as quick as
when I slept with you. Don't worry, I didn't push the boundaries too much. See
you in class today ;)
-Mr. Verono
 
Caff's eyes widened, and he screamed internally. His tutor had slept in the
same bed as him?! Gross!
Next thing he knew, he was ripping the sheets off his bed one by one. He threw
them into the wash basket, and groaned in displeasure. He shuddered, grabbing
some clean clothes, and walking into the bathroom.
- * - * - * - * - * -
"Ah.. ahhh, yeah... fuck!" Lewis cried.
Tom still hadn't got back, so Zylus and Lewis had taken this opportunity to
test out the waters some more.
Lewis was on his back, with Zylus penetrating him.
Zylus had helped him shave his ass hair, so he had a heck of a lot of an easier
time.
"Man... not having ass hair in my way really makes this easier..." Zylus
panted.
"Shut up." Lewis groaned. It felt so good, but his neck hurt a lot for some
reason.
"Heh." Zylus chuckled, slowing down slightly. "Mm.. I'm..."
"Yeah, come inside me..." Lewis sighed, kind of glad it was going to be over.
It wasn't their choice to go bareback, but they had no condoms... and it's not
like they would go ask for some.
Zylus gasped, shooting his warm load into Lewis. "Oh... damn..." Lewis sighed.
Zylus grabbed a tissue, cleaning himself and Lewis off. He sighed. "C'mon...
let's get ready."
***** Passionate Murder *****
Chapter Summary
     Students are getting pulled out of their classes for interrogation.
     Who did murder the headmaster?
Chapter Notes
     My keyboard is fucked so sorry for any typos.
     Anyway, yay Edgewood!
     Also this chapter contains sex and stuff so uh. Yeah
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ross had been pulled out of Art. He knew why, though.
"Ross Hornby... am I saying that right?" the officer asked. Ross just nodded.
"Do you have any idea of the whereabouts of Mr. Gilling?"
"No. I didn't really like him, anyway. I don't think he would have run away,
but... Do you think it's murder?"
"It's the only lead we have right now."
"He didn't deserve this... he was a nice person, past all that... homophobic,
racism... sexism..."
Ross found himself getting teary eyed. Why? Over this person he loathed with
all his soul?
"Okay... thank you, Mr. Hornby."
===============================================================================
Ross walked out, and then Fiona was brought in...
"Fiona Riches, is that correct?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you have any ideas of the whereabouts of Mr. Gilling?"
"I do, sir. I believe he was murdered."
"Alright, we've come to that lead ourselves... Did you speak with Mr. Gilling
before he went missing?"
"I did not, no... but now you mention the idea of murder. My at the time
girlfriend had to protect me from this boy in our class... His name's Joakim,
and he's getting help to stop trying to hurt people... Maybe... he could have
done it. But... he's getting really close to my ex girlfriend, and I am really
worried about it." Fiona exhaled...
"I see... what is his full name?"
"Joakim Hellstrand, I believe. Shall I send him in?"
The officer nodded, and Fiona left the room.
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Next thing he knew, Rythian was brought in.
"I've had a piece of information. Joakim Hellstrand, did you murder Mr.
Gilling?"
Rythian's eyes widened. "Bitch." was all he could get out, and he stood up,
hands on his head.
"Shall I repeat the question?"
"No... no. I didn't murder the headmaster. I've never tried to hurt anyone."
"Hm." the officer just took some notes, and then sent Rythian out.
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Annoyed, Rythian walked back to class seeking blood. As he walked back in, he
made his way back to his table. He grabbed out a pen knife from his pocket, and
cut a gash in his arm. He took his clean paintbrush, and began painting with it
on his paper. His eyes were empty, and Zylus was concerned. "Rythian, are you
okay, dude?" he asked. Rythian nodded his head, continuing to paint in his own
blood. Zylus turned to Lewis, who went to speak to Simon and Martyn.
The two came over, and attempted to speak to him.
"Rythian, are you ok, man?" Simon asked.
Again, Rythian just nodded.
Martyn couldn't look... with the blood pouring out, and...
Fiona had noticed from across the room, and she felt bad. Maybe... maybe he was
hurting? Maybe he felt emotion... for the one time in his life... or...
The teacher was alerted, and Rythian was taken to the Nurse's Office. "Why...
why was he cutting himself like that?" Martyn asked, a little teary. "Maybe...
something happened in that interview." Zylus replied. Fiona stepped in. "I told
them he murdered the headmaster." she said, instantly regretting having said
this out loud. Everybody just turned to her. "You what?" Zylus asked. "I-
I know! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed, I..." Fiona stuttered. Zoey shook
her head, lowering it. "Fiona... he's trying to get help." she said. "I know,
Zo, I know..." Fiona sniffled, wiping her eyes. "That's out of order." Lewis
commented, and Fiona bowed her head in shame.
===============================================================================
For the entire time in Geography, Fiona was ignored. She sat by herself, and
wallowed. Rythian still wasn't back. Zylus reckoned he was with his therapist.
===============================================================================
At breaktime, Parv and Tom had gone back to Room B16. "I don't know what it is
about you... You're just so appealing to me." Tom explained. "Really?" Parv
asked, looking him straight in the eye. "Really." 
"And the bonus is, you have a great ass." Parv added. Tom laughed. "Well, you'd
know... being stuck under there for an hour." The two leaned in to kiss...
But, they had to pull away when the door swung open. "Dude, that was a good
fucking game." Zylus said, jumping on to his bed, putting his laptop
underneath. "What, uh... what did you play?" Parv asked, slightly sheepish.
"Gmod Murder, man. Hannah fuckin' owned me... Not in the game, she slapped me
real hard! Mijn God! It hurt!" Zylus laughed, whipping out his phone.
Tom and Parv exchanged looks, and got up. "See you later, Zylus." Tom said,
dashing out with Parv. "Peace!" was all Zylus had time to reply. They had ran
to the gap in the fence, where nobody would find them.
Leaning up against a tree, the two sat beneath it... Parv wrapped his arms
around Tom, and then the two leaned in once more...
Finally, their lips met, and it felt like sparks began to fly. He'd never admit
it, but Tom had never been kissed before. He'd never even had proper sex
before. Sure, at his old school, he tried to connect with people... but. He
must have been too eccentric. Parv, on the other hand, was experienced in the
sex department. He lost his virginity when he was 15, and so he knew his shit.
Even with this, the two pulled away. Tom adjusted his glasses as the cold,
winter air hit his face. He looked over to Parv, who had fallen asleep. The guy
must not have gotten much sleep last night...
And so, they just stayed there. Tom stared up at the floating clouds. The sky
was blue, and the clouds were white... Well, except the oncoming grey clouds-
oh shit.
Before he knew it, the storm was back. They knew it wasn't gone forever... damn
it! Tom picked up Parv. Hah... luckily, he was a heavy sleeper. He carried him
through the gap in the fence, and into the dorms. The bell for class had
sounded a long fucking time ago, but Tom didn't care. He laid Parv down on his
bed, kissing him on the forehead. He checked the time. 11am. They'd missed 20
minutes of computing, but it was fine. They had a supply tutor, anyway. Tom
sighed, laying next to Parv. He wasn't planning on falling asleep, but.. he did
anyway.
===============================================================================
When the bell had sounded, indicating that one hour of computing was over,
people really started to get worried. "What if something happened to them?"
Martyn asked, speculating over all the bad things in his mind. "Hey, they're
probably just bunking. You haven't noticed how much time they've been spending
together?" Smith replied, his arm around Martyn.
Together, they had been trying to figure out how to re-fit a motherboard into a
PC tower.
20 minutes into their plan, they hadn't gotten anywhere. "It says to fit this
into this-!" Martyn began. "Martyn, where is 'this'?!" Smith asked, grabbing
the motherboard. "I don't know, I don't know!" Martyn let out a deep sigh.
Ross was feeling down. Not only did he break up with Trott, his best friend
ditched him for Tom... What was wrong with him? He was letting it get in the
way of his studies, and it was hurting him. Whenever he's asked if he's okay,
he just nods. He knows it's for the best to let things run their course, and if
it's destined for him to get back with Trott, then he will... But, until then,
Ross is gonna have to find another way.
===============================================================================
Lunchtime, Ross made it back to the dorms. Turps and Rythian were in the
canteen, he knew that.
He grabbed one of his dildos, and a fuck ton of lube. Although the amount of
things that Ross had shoved up his ass had un-tightened it, he still prefered
the feeling of lube.
This particular dildo was one you can stick on the wall... and so he did. He
took his belt and trousers, kicking them off. He bit his lip, playing with his
semi-erect penis through the fabric of his star-patterned boxers. Sliding them
off, he wet his right pointer and middle finger with saliva. Using them, he
readied his hungry asshole for the big, thick dildo... Man, he hadn't had sex
in so long. He needed this, he'd earned it.
He panted, working himself against the thick, rubber cock. It slid in and out
easily, and Ross found himself jerking his own cock to the motion. Shit. Ross
moaned, having finally hit that sweet spot. "Damn, damn..." he panted, letting
out a long moan. His breaths got more erratic, and he worked himself against
the dildo more.
He slowed down as he began to orgasm, a shiver running down his spine. He
bucked, shooting his load from his cock. He panted, sliding himself off the
dildo. Grabbing some tissue, he cleaned himself off. He ignored the cum stain
on the carpet.
Without putting clothes on, Ross grabbed some study books. "Might as well make
use of the time I have..." he muttered to himself.
===============================================================================
For Martyn and Smith, it was a bit more eventful.
"I'm sorry for getting mad..." Smith apologised. They were in Room B4, Smith's
room. Trott was at the gym, and Simon was in the library. "It's fine... Listen,
Smith. I have a, uh, confession to make." Martyn twisted one corner of his
mouth into a smile. "What is it?" Smith came to sit down next to him.
"I... I really want to do something with you." Martyn bit his lip.
"Oh, like... go to the cinema after school, or... get dinner?" Smith asked,
kind of confused why Martyn had to ask this in such a serious way.
"No, silly... I want to do something sexual with you." Martyn said, running his
finger down Smith's chest. Smith blushed, and began breathing erratically. "Are
you... are you sure?" he asked. Martyn nodded. Smith nodded back, in
conformation. "It's... just one of those rare times." Martyn said, to which
Smith nodded once more.
Martyn began to work off Smith's trousers, putting his mouth over the cloth-
covered cock. "Um... You... you'll need to guide me." Martyn said, looking up
at Smith. "Just... keep going." Smith said, barely being able to speak. Martyn
pulled off the briefs, and without warning, licked the tip of Smith's fully
erect member. Smith threw his head back. He was in heaven...
Martyn timidly took in a bit of Smith's cock. Even if he was horny, he was
still scared. "H-hey..." Smith stuttered, looking down at Martyn. "If you
want... I can pleasure you." he smiled, wanting Martyn to feel at his most
comfortable. Martyn nodded, and Smith began to undress him.
At first, Martyn had laid on his back. "Ah, this won't do." Smith said, helping
Martyn into the doggy style position. Smith wasn't going straight in, he just
wanted to test the waters.
Martyn was confused, until he felt something licking at his back entrance.
"Ah..." he moaned, almost losing balance with his arms. Smith licked Martyn's
asshole over and over again, smacking his lips when he was finished. "Did that
feel good?" Smith asked. "Y-yeah..." Martyn said. He looked back. "I... don't
think I'm ready for anal, yet..." he swallowed some spit, hoping that Smith
wouldn't be mad. Smith just smiled. "That's fine." he said. He sat on the bed,
signalling for Martyn to sit opposite him. As he did, Smith knelt up. He took
their cocks, rubbing them together... slowly and passionately.
Martyn sighed in pleasure. "Can I..." he began, and Smith moved his hands away.
Martyn reached out for his own cock, and Smith's cock... both in the same hand,
and he jerked them together, at the same pace... slow and gentle. The two
looked into each others eyes. "Oh, I've wanted to do this for... so long."
Smith confessed. Martyn managed to smile through his moaning, as he sped up his
strokes.
Before they knew it, the two of them had come all over Martyn's hand. "Ah..."
Martyn sighed, licking his hand, and then spitting. Smith laughed, still
panting. "Not a swallower, huh?" he smirked, and Martyn nodded.
What a damn cutie.
===============================================================================
In afternoon classes, murder investigations had resumed.
"Tom Clark, do you have any idea about the whereabouts of the headmaster?"
"No, officer."
"And you have no information relating to the crime?"
"No, officer."
"Okay..." the officer noted something. "Send in Alexander Smith."
Tom nodded, going to get Smith.
===============================================================================
"Alexander Smith, do you have any information of the headmasters whereabouts?"
"Last time I saw him was..." Smith began thinking. "Oh, that's right. He came
into our classroom to let us know about our tutor."
"So, you have no information on his current whereabouts?"
"Oh... no, officer."
"Understood. Alexander, you may leave. Shelley, we're not getting anywhere with
these students. We have no leads, no evidence, nothing."
Smith sighed. He did wish they would solve this mystery, and arrest whoever did
it. Clearly, it's murder. There was blood found in his office, but... no murder
weapon, no body, no... evidence. He shrugged, walking back to English.
===============================================================================
"Hannah?" Caff tapped her on the shoulder, and she took out her earbuds. 
"Yes?" she answered, smiling.
"I need to talk to you about something that happened this morning..." Caff bit
his lip.
"Sure. Do you, um, want to go outside of class to talk about it?" Hannah asked,
wanting Caff to feel comfortable.
"No... um. Basically, I got a note on the side of my bed this morning from Mr.
Verono." Caff handed it to Hannah, who read it through.
Hannah read it through again, making sure she'd got this right. "I don't know
what it is with teachers trying it on with students. First we had Parv and Mr.
Strife..." Hannah sighed.
As Smith returned to the classroom, and sat back down, so did the teacher.
"Right, settle down, return to your desks. Open up to page 114, we are going to
be studying the remaining four poems for your GCSE English Literature. Those of
you who are not taking English Literature, please continue work on your
creative writing stories."
Turps whipped out his laptop, and opened up his creative writing story. He was
writing about him and his girlfriends' future. Getting married, having
children, the jobs they'd have... He was excited, let's say that.
===============================================================================
Tom woke up.
Parv was next to him.
He looked down. Both of them were naked.
What happened?
He realised where he was. Not the dorms, that's for sure.
He got up, checking the mirror... his beard had grown.
He heard a door open, it was Rythian and Zylus. The two knelt at Tom's feet.
While at first seeming confused, Tom realised where he was.
In his recurring dream!
He was the ruler... Parv at his side, blondie and pregnant locked up... Rythian
and Zylus ready to do his dirty work.
And then...
he woke up.
===============================================================================
He groaned, looking at his phone. "Shit. Shit!" he realised the time, 2pm!
"Parv, Parv!" he shook him. Parv groaned, stirring slightly. Tom grunted,
jumping out of bed. Shame he couldn't fart at will, because that would get Parv
out of bed instantly... He grabbed two random books, bashing them together next
to Parv's face. "Two more minutes..." he mumbled. "No, Parv, come on!" Tom
said, panicking. 
Would Tom get Parv up in time?
Well, yeah, probably... if he just waits.
Chapter End Notes
     Psst... I made this.
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     The names at the top are how that person feels about the people
     below... if it doesn't make sense, leave a comment and tell me how
     bad I am at excel!!
     Likewise, if I missed anything like a specific event where two
     characters' relationship would improve/decline, leave a comment!
End Notes
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