DISCLAIMER: While this story is set at my own school, the students
are purely fictional. Any teacher names you see are the actual people
but they don't play an important role anyway. The dorms mentioned are
actual dorms. Other than that, thanks for reading!

Ross headed down the hall of his dorm, cocky, arrogant, in the school dress code. He was a prefect, a tri-varsity athlete honor roll student, which made him the perfect kid. He was wearing a blue striped, button down shirt paired with a Rugby tie, one of those yellow ones with the black skulls. Pair this with pale green pants, a black blazer, black sunglasses, and his ever present Birkenstocks, you got the one guy in school that everybody wanted. Ross had finally made it into his senior year. A lot of people thought he wasn't going to make it, a few kids had put money down. They were still waiting for him to be kicked out. On the way out, he knocked into a sophmore while shouldering his bag.

The sophmore was Kevin. Kevin was a loud, rebellious kid who wasn't into much besides his guitar. He was a rocker, an activist....a thousand words could be used to describe him. Kevin was out of dress code, as usual, since he was skipping a class.

“Oy, Ross. Watch where you're going, will you?” Kevin was rubbing his shoulder, but he and Ross got along okay. Ross had done him a few favors in the first week of school.

“Come on, Kevin. Class. I can't let you skip again.”

“Says the prefect.”

“Indeed, I say. Don't make me dress you.”

Kevin's eyes called it a challenge, and he retreated back to his room. Ross sighed heavily, grateful that being a prefect had perks. His cut classes didn't matter. Kevin, on the other hand, was on the list of kids for the prefects to watch. The bag was abandonded in the hall, and the door was shut behind him.

The blond found the other boy lying on the bed, smoking a cigarette. “KEVIN!” The said boy glanced up. “Gonna turn me in?” “You're on the black list, Kevin. Please. Don't do this. I don't want you kicked out. Not on my watch.” Ross had made keeping Kevin out of trouble his personal mission. Kevin reached over to the top of his closet and grabbed a notebook, scribbling things down, crossing things out. “Kev.”

The shortened form of his name caught his attention. “I'll do anything. Please. I don't want you turning into another Chris.” That had come out before Ross had intended.

“Who was Chris?”

“My boyfriend sophmore year.” Kevin fell off the bed in shock. Admitting something like that here, in a boarding school, was suicide. Especially from somebody in Ross's position. He had everything to lose, and absolutely nothing to gain.