Hayden School for Boys

To: Shawn, Hunter, Sky, Lei.
From: Charlie
Subject: Wanna get out?

You guys wanna get out of school for a bit? I know I promised before the end of term, and I think it's starting to get towards the time we should be doing some planning so it can happen.

To: Lei
From: Xander
Subject: Monkey Ass Love

Hey, so, any word yet?

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John had lied when he'd said he'd be at the grove of trees at dawn. He'd been there well before dawn. Which really wasn't a big deal, since he hadn't gone to bed the night before. Running on manic energy, he'd made one trip to carry down a box of paints, another for his cooler, and then one more for the ladder. The walk to his glass house was a bit out of the way, but once he got back to the trees and began unloading the wooden crate, he knew it had been well worth the hike.
He had just finished threading a thin wire through one of his creations when he heard someone approaching. He exhaled a thin stream of smoke and looked up with a smile.

"You made it."

Lei got out of class and took off his shoes, returning the pair to Mr. Drysdale, then heading up to his dorm in his bare feet.


He rubbed his eyes sleepily, stumbling towards a bedroom only to stop, tilt his head and frown. "This isn't my room."

Who: Lei and Sky
When: Today
Where: Empty lounge
What: chat
Status: Unfinished

( I have the most brilliant idea )

Doug had perched himself on one of the staircases, eye fixed to the camera's viewscreen, speaking just loud enough to be recorded. He'd probably have to add a voice track over it anyways, but at least he'd have a running 'thought preview'.

He spoke quietly to the camera as he watched his fellow students walk through the halls. "...and here we walk, the future of England, talking about the latest shows on the Beeb and the rugby match from days before. Young, some relatively handsome, more than a few with the brains that shall run our fair nation. But are we prepared? Are we too young for the responsibilities our elders want to put on our shoulders?"

He paused, then grinned. "Maybe we should be tossing these concerns over to the girl's schools. They probably talk less about sex and the latest footie game."

He started to move the camera around again, looking for someone to interview.

The Rugby team had won. The rugby team had won big against their biggest rival. It had been an annihilation.

It probably had had something to do with being the Monday after Easter.

But they'd killed the Knights and were enthused by the win. And the Headmaster had made a tidy sum on the side against Blossom Grove. Unofficially.

So there was a party. A not-pep rally in the great hall with music and food and laughing and no curfew.

Lei launched himself off a stairway and onto the back of a passerby. "ONWARD MY NOBLE STEED."

Lei was not wearing shoes. Nor a shirt. Nor trousers. He was, fortunately, wearing pants.

He wandered out of his dorm, went to the loo, then went to a lounge and curled on a couch, leaning into someone.

He was absolutely sleepwalking again.

There were four relatively simple fractions problems written up on the white board, and a number of workbooks on Ian's desk. Ian himself was lounging back in his chair, nose in a book, waiting for Lei to finish his classes and turn up to solve the problems.

Callum's parties were kind of like an orgy-- no one was exactly invited; they just knew to come. So once word got around (through chin-jerks, whispers, and the occasional fist-bump) that there was going to be a party off grounds, all that was left to do was get everything set up.

"Everything" included alcohol--both beer and all the hard liquor two enterprising teenaged hoodlums could drum up--townie girls, music, food, and some illegal substances that stayed well out of sight.

There was even a bonfire, though it was carefully set up, and a small plastic crate of things to fuck around with if the night got too dull. ..Including a bowl of condoms Callum had purchased, scowling little faces scrawled on them in black marker.

Lei launched himself out of his last class of the day, refraining from yanking off his tie and kicking off his shoes until he got to the dorm. At which point he did both, dropped his bag and launched himself onto Sky's bed, twisting in his brother's sheets and listening for him.

When he heard the door open again he peeked to make sure it wasn't Sky's roommate first; neither of their roommates could tell them apart. Fortunately it wasn't, so Sky yelped and jumped out of Sky's sheets and onto him, knocking him to the floor with an oomph.