Brian’s POV
Walking down the hallway I smirk at the other students staring at us. “Fuck, look out scary queer alert,” one of the jocks says, as we pass them.
“Oh god! I thought it was a faggot. Oh wait - it is a fucking faggot. Guys put your backs to the wall, just to be safe. The fudge packer patrol is here,” Tray yells, putting his back to the locker.
“The almanac says today will bring an arrival of something.” Michael glances over Ben's shoulder at the book he's reading.
“Yeah, I’m getting a hard on,” I answer, pulling athame out of my locker and stuffing it into my bag.
“A new wholeness, and with it a new balance. Earth, air, water, fire. Maybe it’s our fourth?” Ben says.
“We don’t need a fourth,” Already bored with the conversation..
“Brian, we need someone to call the corners, north, south, east and west.”
“Or to make a circle,” Michael adds.
“Maybe he can be our fourth.” Gesturing towards the male Librarian. “I love fucking guys in tweed.” Shutting my locker door, we laugh and walk towards our next class. I think over what Ben said about us needing a fourth, even though I know he’s right, I still don’t like the idea of inviting a new member into our group. But - if I want power I’m going to have to make sacrifices, doesn’t mean I have to like it, or that I have to be nice to whomever the new kid will be.
I enter the classroom and sit down in my seat, moving my desk closer to Michael’s before getting out my blade. Michael laughs, as I begin to carve a rude message into the wood. I wonder who the fourth will be, but before I can think about it some more I’m brought back to the present by the sound of something hitting my desk with a loud smack.
“Brian Kinney! What do you think you are doing?” Mr Nicholson asks me
“I’m carving into a desk sir.” I answer, stating the obvious. For a teacher he's not very smart. “Sir, maybe you should start the lesson now?" Glanching at the clock while leaning back in my chair,."Time is getting on.”
“That’s it Kinney, I’ve had enough of your smart assed ways. Give me the knife and report straight to the headmaster’s office. Now!” he screams, snatching the knife out of my hand and placing it in his desk, before returning back to where I’m still sitting. He grabs me by the collar and throws me out of the classroom, then shuts the door in my face. Walking up to the door window, I raise my hand and stick my middle finger up at him. Strolling away, I hear the distant screams of approval coming from the classroom, and the sound of the teacher shouting. It’s good to be me I think, as I make my way towards the headmaster’s office.
Justin’s POV
Sitting at my desk at the back of the classroom, I look around at the rest of the students, noticing a hot guy sitting at the front of the classroom who’s turned around in his seat to talk to his friend behind him. What I wouldn’t give to have him, I think smiling, but then immediately feel guilty about looking at another man when I’m still with Ethan. Fuck! Why should I feel guilty. He’s out fucking someone else as soon as I was gone. You don’t know where he was, he could have been at a friends house or something, the rational part of my brain tells me. I know its right, I don’t know where he was, but part of me believes that he was out cheating on me. I try to push all thoughts of Ethan out of my head when the teacher walks in. I allow my eyes to stray from the teacher to the hot thing I was looking at before.
“Good morning class. Today we will continue our discussion on the play Macbeth.”
I tune out the teachers voice and continue to day dream, until a voice from the right of me, brings me back to reality. My chair crashes to the floor, throwing me backwards and onto the hard wooden flooring.
“Is there a problem?” the teacher asks.
“No sir,” I reply, standing up and sitting back down at my desk, “Could I go the toilet?”
“Make it quick,” The teacher sighs.
Jumping up from my seat, I walk quickly out of the classroom, leaving the rest of the class laughing at me. Way to impress the class Taylor.
Ben’s POV
I’m half listening to what the teacher is saying as I look around the class. My eyes fall on a blonde boy, whose sitting next to me. He must be new here since he’s not wearing a school uniform, for some reason I can’t take my eyes off of him, there’s something about him. I stare in shock as the boy’s chair starts to float in mid air. “Oh my god,” I whisper. He’s chair crashes to the ground, sending him backwards and onto the floor. The whole class erupts into laughter at this. He’s the fourth, I have to tell the guys.
Brian’s POV
I’ve decided to skip going to the headmaster’s office and opted instead to spend the rest of first period smoking a joint in the boy’s bathroom. I can’t believe that fucking Nicholson, he took my blade. Fuck! I hear the sound of the bathroom door opening and a gorgeous blonde enter. He looks up at me and gives me a nervous smile.
“Hi,” he greets.
I stare at him for a few seconds, sussing him out before responding, “Hey.”
“What are you doing in here?” he asks, hopping up on one of the seats next to me.
“None of your fucking business.”
“Okay, sorry. I was just trying to make conversation,” he replies, then retrieves the joint from my hand and takes a drag, “That’s some good shit.”
“Yeah, it is. And it’s mine, so give it back." Snatching it out of his hand.
“I’m Justin by the way.”
“Brian. So, what are you doing in here?”
“I’m hiding until next lesson.”
“Uh huh.” Not really listening. The bells rings for next lesson and Justin jumps down from the sink.
“I guess I’ll see you around,” Justin says, exiting the bathroom.
“Fucking loser,” I mutter, crushing the joint out on my shoe and throwing it into the trash. Although he’s a real loser, I still wouldn’t mind fucking him. Grabbing me leather coat thats slung over one of the bathroom stools, I leave the bathroom and walk off to my next lesson.