It had been one of those days. The ones in which you're walking down the stairs or crossing the street and wondering why you even bothered waking up. Not because it's a bad day, but because nothing is happening around you. It's the same, as it was the day before, as it was the day before. The same boring routine your life has turned up to be. And sometimes that's worse than something really bad happening.

Sebastian went to the cafeteria, which was still empty, excepting for one or two guys who he knew used to do morning runs around Dalton. He had met them once or twice, because when he felt like it, he would join them. He was in the Lacrosse team and he knew that apart from keeping a lean figure he had to work his muscles a lot, so Dalton would still beat the other Lacrosse teams as it always had. Most of the students were coming to the school that day, but the Lacrosse team and some other students had taken the liberty to arrive one day earlier.

He walked to the expending machines and bought a bag of cookies from one and a bottle of water from another. He played with the bottle, tossing it to the air a couple of times and catching it before it fell as he walked through the corridors. He had no intention in sitting with them, since he was sore from the Lacrosse practice from the day before and he had another one later, and he didn't want any of his team mates to think he couldn't handle it. He was captain of the Warblers, but he wanted he wasn't just a pretty face with a good voice. He also had a good body and ability to play lacrosse. One day, he would be the captain of the lacrosse team. One day.

Not that he needed to prove anyone anything. He was past that. Sure, he had to admit to himself there was a time when he thought good grades would get him some of the attention he was craving from his parents, but he quickly realized it wasn't. He tried with sports and even with those dance lessons he had taken long ago. Soon it hit Sebastian: nothing he could do would get the attention everyone needed from home. It hurt for little while, but not for long. By that time, he had already discovered Scandals, where he got all the attention he needed, and even a bit more. The guys there didn't ask him if he had already chosen what he wanted to do when he finished school. The guys there didn't even know Sebastian hadn't finished school. They couldn't care less if Sebastian was going to follow his father's steps or if he was "wasting time" with dance lessons. All they needed to know was if his ass was tight enough or if his cock was wide enough to make them scream.

And Sebastian was happy with them knowing only that.

As he walked through the hallways, he saw more and more students in their Dalton uniform. From the first look, Sebastian could see which ones were new and which ones knew their way. He checked a couple of guys out as he opened his bag of cookies and ate a few of them. None of the newbies were particularly stunning, or at least not enough for Sebastian to look at them twice. There was one with a cute ass, but not up to the boy's standards. Not that there was a lot of people who were.

Sebastian finished his cookies as he walked and dropped the empty bag on a trash bin. He climbed up the stairs and walked to the students dorms. His was a little far, but it was maybe the reason why he liked it as much. It was far away and he could have people over and then teachers usually didn't find out about their secret meeting, which ended up in neck shots or anything that would cross their minds. Everyone who had been a decent time in Dalton knew Sebastian was the kind of guy every gay boy wanted -or any boy in general. There had been that one time a straight boy had gone to one of Sebastian little gatherings and then had been caught moaning as Sebastian kissed his neck and thrusted against him, pinning him to the bathroom wall.

And of course, there was Hunter.

Hunter Clarington was a new transfer student from a military school. Apparently, his grades were so perfect; Dalton had paid him a full scholarship, something he liked to repeat to everyone that had the chance to listen to him.

Usually, schools like Dalton were split between students who could afford being there and students who were so brilliant they had been given a scholarship. Dalton Academy was different. If you couldn't afford it, then you just couldn't study there. Of course, there were some exceptions, but they were the one percent of the alumni. For example, one of them was Jeff Sterling, one of Sebastian's friends an also a member of the Warblers. He was really tall, with blonde hair and always a nice smile planted on his face. He had a nice voice, and was always in a good mood. At first, he seemed to get along with everyone, but after some weeks in his Freshman year there was an undeniable connection between him and one of the other Warblers, Nick Duval. A couple of months later, they started dating. They were far from being the power couple, though. They liked to be in the back, sitting close and sharing lovey-dovey looks. They were never known for having at fight at 3 am or for having loud sex. Everyone seemed to envy that peacefulness that surrounded the couple.

Sebastian thought they were boring as hell, though.

Anyway. Jeff Sterling was probably the only guy Sebastian knew had a scholarship. Every time Jeff was waiting for the letter from the principal that would grant him another year, things would get tense. He would spend every day on Nick's bedroom, and they both looked like the world would end if Jeff didn't receive his letter. However, he had gotten it every year, and now it was safe to say he would graduate at Dalton.

The uniform everyone used at Dalton, a dark blue blazer with red piping, a blue and red stripped tie and grey pants, could fool anyone that wasn't studying there. They were all the same and no differences were made. But it wasn't the case. Once you got into their rooms, you could tell where they were from, and who was richer than the other one.

Sebastian's room, as the majority of the Dalton student, was decorated with expensive and sophisticated items. He had three Lacrosse sticks hanging on his wall. He never used them. He just liked how they looked on his wall. They were a collection from Warrior Titan Pro 10. Three different styles: defense, goalie and attack. Each one had cost him about $250, but Sebastian didn't seem to mind. His own lacrosse stick was usually laying somewhere in his dorm, and maybe it wasn't as expensive as the ones hanging on his wall, but it was pretty close. He had some framed pictures of France, Italy and London, his favourite European cities. He liked to brag about not being American, but actually French, and how come American people were stupid and weren't as evolved and nice as European people. Also -and this sometimes brought arguments- how European football was better than American, because it was more entertaining and, in fact, the original football. Since that argument between Sebastian and Trent, they wouldn't invite Sebastian to watch the matches anymore. And he was really happy about it.

However, it was slightly lonely during the FIFA world championship.

Trent Nixon's room was also decorated by framed photos, the only difference being no person could be found in there. There was the Eiffel Tower at dawn, the Taj Mahal, the Gizeh Pyramids, Sydney Opera House and many other touristic places. On Trent's nightstand there was a Nixon camera -and yes, people usually laughed about it-, which, unlike Nick's guitars wasn't just for the show. He actually used it, and one of his hobbies in school was to take photographs of his friends and put them in an album.

Every end of the year he would show the rest of his friends an album he had put together of photos of them during all the year. Even though sometimes Sebastian would mock it, it was actually endearing. There were photos of him on his lacrosse games, and even though he wouldn't say a word about it, Trent was the only person who had taken photos of him on competitions. Yes, he hadn't joined the Warblers until he was in high school, but he used to play soccer before.

Sebastian sometimes wished there was sat least one photos of him playing soccer in Elementary School.

So maybe he liked to tease Trent a little about how he had photos of everyone in his album, but deep inside, he liked that there were photos of his days at Dalton. Trent was kind enough to give each and one of his closest friends a copy of the album he made each year. Sebastian kept his in his book shelf, and sometimes (only sometimes) he would take one the them and start going through its pages, remembering everything they had gone through his Junior year.

It was a completely different story when you entered Jeff Sterling's room. There was only his bed, a lamp sitting on a wooden nightstand and one single framed photo of him and his family. So, when everyone entered his dorm to hang out once they met him, they realized he was the only person they knew who had gotten the famous Dalton scholarship, but unlike Hunter, he preferred not to mention it.

The first day Sebastian met Hunter, they were both in the dorm they would be sharing for the rest of the year. Sebastian was unpacking his bags and changing the sheets of his bed because there was no way in hell he would ever sleep on those shitty, doubtfully cotton sheets Dalton put in their room. He heard someone entering the dorm but didn't bother in turning to see who it was. He knew he would be roomed with a newbie, so he didn't care what he had to say.

"My name is Hunter Clarington and I'm not even remotely bi-curious" he heard a strong voice say behind him.

Sebastian stood up, turned around to look at the boy who had talked. He was almost as tall as him, dark blonde hair, same green/grey eyes as Sebastian and what it seemed a really smooth skin with a single mole on the left side of his pink lips. He wouldn't say but that boy was really, really good looking. Wide back, really toned arms that could be seen (although appreciated would be the right word) since the boy was wearing a grey tank top. Nice waist, better hips, really toned legs and Sebastian could bet his ass was just as good as his front looked.

What Sebastian enjoyed most was the look in Hunter's eyes. They were challenging him, as in expecting Sebastian to look down, ashamed or that he asked why he was looking at him in that way. Hunter's eyes seemed to pierce Sebastian's, green lost in green for at least half a minute in silence before Sebastian chuckled softly, making the new kid furrow his eyebrows, definitely upset about his unexpected behaviour.

"We'll see, newbie" he just said, with his usual playful smirk as he kept unpacking, turning around. He heard steps and suddenly Hunter was at his right, his arms crossed in front of his chest, making his biceps more noticeable and lets say, better looking. Sebastian turned his head politely with a smile on his face.

"I'm serious. I don't care what kind of sick tradition you have in this gay school but I'm not going to be a part of it" Sebastian's playful smile turned quickly into a mocking one, rolling his eyes. He took two polo shirts from his bag and placed the, on his bed.

"This is not a gay school" he said. "If it were, there would be scheduled orgies and we probably would have to pay more for that. And honestly, about guys coming onto you..." Sebastian made quotations signs with his hands. He looked Hunter up and down and raised his eyebrows. "You don't have to worry". He turned around again and took his shirts to his private closer, placing them on one of the shelves. He didn't heard Hunter moving again and when he turned around again, he saw the boy standing in the exact same spot he was, looking at Sebastian with a gesture full of hatred and despise.

"You're one of them, right?"

"One of what?" Sebastian asked. "Gay? Yes. Pretty much".

"Look, I don't want to have problems with you. I won't say a thing to your activities, just don't bring your sexual encounters here or leave your... devices around".

"Like I would let you watch and enjoy the show" Sebastian said, laughing. "Besides, I don't do school boys. They get annoying after a while and I don't have to deal with that and focus on my courses".

"I don't need to know your night activities..." Hunter made a pause, noticing he didn't know the other boy's, his new roommate's name. He looked into Sebastian's eyes as he had before and rolled his eyes, annoyed. He extended his right hand out for Sebastian to shake.

"Hunter Clarington"

"Sebastian Smythe" said the other boy, doubting a little before taking the other guy's hand and shaking it. He then let go and kept unpacking his stuff. Never the less, Hunter didn't move.

"Dalton offered me a full scholarship. I was in military school" Sebastian raised his eyebrows. Not for the military school part, because he couldn't care less about where that homophobic son of a bitch came, but because of the scholarship part. Jeff had gotten his letter last year where they assured him they would give him another full scholarship for his Senior year. Had they decided not to give it to him and give it to Hunter? "My mother said it was an opportunity we couldn't decline".

"Are you expecting me to congratulate you?" Sebastian asked, turning his head to look at the boy. To his surprise, it was Hunter's turn to laugh.

"That attitude won't take you far, Smythe" he said, walking to his bed and opening his bags to start unpacking too. Sebastian snorted.

"Then let's not talk about that nest you call hair. That won't take you far either"

Before Hunter could think of something to say back to Sebastian, someone knocked the door twice. "Come in" said Sebastian, and Nick and Jeff came inside the room, both with bright smiles. They walked to Sebastian until they noticed Hunter's presence.

"Hey, you must be the new one" Jeff said, walking over to Hunter, giving his hand for him to shake. "Jeff Sterling. And he's Nick Duval. You're a transfer student, right? I heard Mr. Hollowick talking about it when I was taking my bags to my room".

Sebastian gave Hunter a look, wondering what nonsense he will say next. Hunter caught his eye and only shook Jeff's hand.

"Hunter Clarington. I have a scholarship here" he said. This time Nick stepped forward with a big smile on his face.

"Really? That's cool. Jeff has one too" he commented, shaking Hunter's hand. "Nick Duval".

"Didn't you have something to say?" Sebastian questioned the couple. They both turned around at the sound of his voice and Nick nodded.

"Our first party, remember? We have a party before classes start. We invited you to our Junior party" Oh yeah. It was a party to get to know the newbies and also hang out and talk about everyone's summer, which could also be told as brag about where everyone had gone on their vacations. If you hadn't left America, it probably wasn't worth telling about it.

"Oh yeah" Sebastian said. "Where?"

"My dorm, tonight" Nick said. "I was thinking about tomorrow, Sunday, but I don't think someone will be able to go through the first day of our Senior year with a killer hangover. So tonight it is. You have to join us" he added, looking at Hunter. "You'll get to meet everyone, Hunter"

"Sure" Hunter nodded, taking one of his jeans out of his bag and folding it.

"Then we'll see you both tonight. C'mon Nicky" Jeff said, pulling Nick by his sleeve and out of Sebastian's and Hunter's dorm. They were in silence for the next minutes, everyone unpacking their own bag until Hunter turned around, looking at Sebastian.

"Are they...?"

"Yes".

"But you said this wasn't-"

"It's not. They're the only couple here" Sebastian replied, without turning. Hunter nodded and went back to unpacking; now taking his shirts off his bag and onto the bed. As Sebastian finished up with his first bag, he began wondering how much would Hunter last there. Because, from a first look, he didn't seem to fit. He still wasn't sure if he was homophobic or just a regular asshole, but Sebastian didn't see Hunter as someone who wouldn't say a thing about the parties he sometimes organized, or that person who would lie for you if you ever got in trouble.

Sebastian sighed and walked to his closet, grabbing a pair of dark jeans for the party that night. He looked over at Hunter as he looked for a shirt to match.

Maybe with some alcohol he would start being tolerable.

Hello guys! Welcome to my first multi-chaptered fic. Hope you like it~ 3