"i won't talk
i won't breathe
i won't move til you finally see
that you belong with me."
Brock Masterson looked around the lunchroom, a very bored look on his symmetrical face. It was the first day of school, which only meant one thing: new year, same shit. His junior year was going to be the same as the years in the past. One of his brothers would rule their respective grade and then eventually go on to rule the school. When he was a freshman, it was Logan. This year it was River. Which only meant that next year, he would take the throne for himself.
A/N: THIS STORY HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO PLAGIARISM.