Hello, Happy Bunny here with my newest story. Set in England, there is an all boy's school known as the Winchester School for boys. It is buried deep in the woods where there can be seclusion and privacy so wholesome boys could learn in peace without the devilish seduction of the female persuasion. But when without females, boys will turn to the next best thing. Meet the student body of Winchester School for boys where the teachers have no say in the actions of the students. Welcome to a school run completely by the monarchy known only as the Student Council. A dark and mysterious student council president and his arrogant and beautifully feminine vice president rule the school with an iron fist. But what happens when a new student, a rude and loud American shows up and he turns their world upside down. Have fun reading this, please review and I think that I might change the rating to R later, but I'm not sure. This story contains depictions of alternative lifestyles and harsh language. Please do not read if you are easily offended or cannot handle the fact of two boys fooling around. Alright, please enjoy and please review. This is kind of a pilot chapter, so I am depending on your reviews to keep me writing it. (also, I would love it if everyone could look at this story as it's own entity and not compare it to any of my previous stories because it is quite different from my other stories, mainly Naivety Left Behind. Thanks)

Blazers and Eyeshadow

Chapter One: New Kid on the Block

"Please tell me you're joking..." he said, flipping a piece of his light brown hair behind his ear, the rest falling down his back like a waterfall. He stared at the pathetic freshman, his ice blue eyes staring deeply into the eyes of this poor lost soul. How had even gotten in to speak to the student council vice president was a miracle in itself. No one spoke to the vice president unless he himself wanted to talk with them. He grinned at the shaking boy, revealing perfectly straight white teeth, "You must be joking. Not only am I going to ignore your idiotic request, but I am going to let you go without even telling the president, but if you ever come into my presence with such a stupid request, then I will see to it that you are punished severely..." his gaze turned vicious and seductive, as it normally did when he thought of how to punish his slaves...fellow students, "even if I have to do it myself." The freshman was cute, he thought. Young and untouched, he thought. A grin melted over his face, he was free that night. "You know what? How about we talk about this over supper later? In my quarters at let's say...eightish?" The boy went to open his mouth to decline, but as everyone knew, no one told the student council vice president no. Well, unless they wanted their name slandered or their grades tampered with or even worse, their love lives ruined, "Great, I will see you at eight then. Now, get out of here before I get tired of you..." the boy skidded out of the room at full speed as a tall, dark boy with messy black hair and glasses glided into the room, placing a hand on his lover's chair.

"Nice work, Lysander," he said, making the beautiful boy look up and smile, "Are you seriously thinking of sleeping with him? He's just a child." Lysander chuckled, standing from his chair and straightening his navy blue blazer.

"Of course not, love, what do you take me for?!" Bradley grinned, "Some kind of harlot?" Lysander leaned against the desk and began twining a piece of hair around his finger, looking up at the student council president in that seductive manner that brought so many people to his bed.

"No, you aren't a harlot, but a wicked tease...but it is good for us, is it not? You are just doing your job of being the student council vice president. Comforting your student body." Lysander grinned as Bradley pinned him against the desk of their first period teacher. They had done this many times in the past, for they had grown up together. It was a classic love story. Boy meets boy, boy seduces boy, boy becomes the VP of a kingdom. It was all VERY romantic, really. Lysander was the only "girl" in an all boy school. He had long, soft, beautiful hair and deep and clear blue eyes. His physique was thin and feminine and he walked with grace and style. He was the makeshift "girlfriend" of Bradley Denebough and the peak of many of the students wet dreams.

Bradley pressed his lips softly against Lysander's, making the boy giggle a little bit as Bradley feathered his fingers underneath his beautiful lover's shirt. He lifted up Lysander, sitting him on the desk, pushing him backwards so he would be more comfortable when they made love. They had done it like that a million times in the past, and it was almost customary. Wake up, get dressed, talk to students, have sex, start the day, this particular day was different. This particular day Bradley was running a little late and just as things between the two of them began to get passionate, the bell rang, startling the two of them out of their frenzy of excitement.

"Bloody hell!" Lysander yelled, jumping off the desk, trying to straighten himself out as the various students began to filter into the room, "Why in the fuck did you begin if you couldn't finish?! Damn it all to hell, who gives a fuck if they saw?! Now I'm going to be all tense and bothered all period..."

"Hush yourself, Lysander," Bradley said, buttoning up his own blazer and handing his riled and blushing boyfriend his own, "I'll relieve that tension later, I promise..." Lysander flipped his hair, upturned his nose and sulked over to his desk, where he sat, crossing his legs femininely.

It was a crisp, cool Monday and first period was about to begin for the boys of the Winchester School. Most of the boys who attended the school were lost boys, boys who had marvelous potential, but no drive to put their various talents to any good use. So their rich parents sent them away so they could study in the seclusion of the woods where the school was located. Little did they know of what went on behind the brick walls of that school. Sex and drugs were infesting the dormitories of many of the students...but only on nights and weekends. Surprisingly enough, the men who emerged from that school went on to become wonderful things, excelling in the fields where they were most gifted.

Boy after boy began to filter into the nicely ventilated and lit classroom and they took their respective seats. It was just habit. Every morning they would rise, take a shower, put on their attractive midnight blue uniforms and head on down to their homerooms, or first periods. But this day was different, for their routine was somehow altered as their decrepit and decaying World History teacher limped his way into the room, coughing a dry cough, the smell of mothballs and aged cologne filling each of their noses. An artist known as Aiden walked over to open a window as he did every morning. Routine. But even Aiden (who cared little about anything or anyone) had to raise an eyebrow as a boy walked in behind their living dead teacher.

The boy had messy and wild blonde hair that was styled in an indie rock style, cut nicely and kept a bit longer. His eyes were blue and he wasn't wearing a uniform. Instead, he was wearing torn jeans with a metallic belt. A heavy chain hung from his back belt loop, protecting a wallet that was probably full of pictures of naked women. He had a pair of headphones slung around his neck and he wore a tight white t-shirt and a jean jacket over it. He was tall and nicely built and he didn't smile as his light eyes went from student to student.

"Students..." Professor Addams hacked, "We are blessed to have with us a foreign exchange student from the states. Please, tell us a little bit about your self Mr..."

He spoke and the class kind of snickered at his west coast accent, "Gabriel...but a lot of my friends back in California called me Gabe."

"California?" Aiden said, making the tan blonde turn to look at the dark haired artist, "Is it true that everyone in California knows how to surf?"

He laughed a little, "Nah, not really. It's a great pastime though, I do it all the time. I mean, what pumps the adrenaline more then shredding some waves on a hot summer day on the beach. People in the valley, like in cities like Modesto and such are lucky if they had ever even been to an ocean."

"And what part of California are you from?" another boy asked.

"Beverly Hills," he said and the boy lit up with excitement.

"Bonkers! That is wicked! Have you ever rubbed elbows with any celebrities?!" he opened his mouth to speak when a soft and breezy voice came from the seat nearest the window.

"Rubbish," he said, making Gabe look over to see the gorgeous boy looking out the window still. At first glance he thought the boy was a woman in men's clothing, but at closer inspection, he could tell it was a boy. Lysander turned his attention back to Gabriel, smiling a little, "I'm sure that you are just the son of some wealthy businessman and you did something to fuck up your days of lounging by the pool with beach bunnies and living the high life and your diamond wearing, socialite mother couldn't handle you so she sent you here. Face it...we don't need a new sob story, just take your seat and fall into place." Bradley grinned a little, pushing his glasses a little higher on his nose. He was proud that the student body voted him the vice president when he was a freshman because once Lysander was seated in the student council...things changed. There were no more votes. There were no more choices for the students. Bradley was a year ahead of Lysander in school, but world history was a class that mixed a bunch of different students from different grades. The Student Council made it that way. Gabriel cocked an eyebrow and Lysander smiled, "Did you not understand what I said?"

"I understood...but..." Gabe smiled a little and walked over to him, the mumbling of the students in the class coming to a silence with every step he took toward Lysander until he knelt beside the boy's desk. He placed a hand under his chin and then moved it to his hair, marveling a little at its softness. He smiled and Lysander simply cocked a thin eyebrow and Gabriel said what every single boy at that school wanted to say ever since Lysander came to that school.

"Beautiful...what's a pretty lady like yourself doing in an all boys school?" Lysander came out of his chair, lunging at the new student, his whole body in a fury. Bradley jumped from his chair and laced his arms around his lover's waist, dodging the swings of his fists.

"I will fucking KILL you for that!" Lysander screamed, taking another strike at the new student.

"Calm down," Bradley said, but his words were futile, for Lysander had never been that angry before. And Bradley had seen him angry before, but anger was simply another emotion. Lysander was the very definition of the phrase, "lover not a fighter". Bradley was dumfounded, normally Lysander would stay very calm and say something rude back...for him to take a strike at a boy who was bigger then he and from a state where violence was the most popular pastime...it was bizarre.

"What?!" Gabe said, looking all innocent, "It was a compliment!! I just think you're perty!" and with that, he leaned forward and pecked a kiss right on Lysander's perfect nose, the ultimate sin in Lysander's mind. To be kissed without wanting to be kissed. He exploded right then, screaming and yelling obscenities and Gabriel simply laughed and took his seat and Bradley tried to hold his furious lover back from tearing the face off of this new enigma. But it didn't matter how furious Lysander was, the tables has been turned and this new boy, whom nobody knew anything about...had talked back to the prince and lived to tell the tale.

Well, I hope you all liked this first chapter. I think this story has a lot of potential because the characters are very strong and full when it comes to personality. Please review on everything. The story, the plot, the characters, the setting, anything you want. Hope you all enjoyed this pilot and maybe (or maybe not) I'll see you in chapter two.