Jeff's P.O.V.

I walk nervously into the majestic building that is now my school as well as my home. The further I go in, the more I appreciate all the elaborate decor that runs all the way down the hallway, and watch excitedly as groups of boys, all in uniform, walk past me, catching various snippets of conversations.

I wander around in search of my dorm room, having no idea where to look exactly. I don't really mind, though, this gives me an excuse to tour my way around the school and get a look at all of the fascinating things that they have here.

I walk up a few flights of stairs, getting a look at the higher floors of the school. There's a long hallway with a bunch of closed, numbered doors. I assume that this is where the dorm rooms are, but I guess I don't know for sure. I don't really know what to expect around here, but I have a feeling I shouldn't try and open any of the closed doors.

I glance over to see a handsome brunette walking out of one of the rooms down the hallway. He's average in height, with a muscular build and lively green eyes. He has a classic look to his smile as he approaches me, "Hello, are you new here?" He asks with a clear voice, very friendly and welcoming.

I return the smile, "Yeah, hi."

He extends his hand, "I'm Nick Duval. Can I help you find anything? You look a wee bit lost."

"Jeff Sterling." I reply, shaking his hand gently, "Um, yeah, if you don't mind. I'm assuming that I'm pretty close by now, but I was looking for my dorm room."

"Absolutely," he answers, folding his hands, "What's your room number?"

"It's um, 326C, I believe."

"That's not far," he tells me, leading the way down the hall, "Can I help you with your bags?"

"Oh, no thank you," I mutter modestly, "They're not very heavy."

I follow him down a few different hallways. He glances over at me, "If my facts are straight, which I'm pretty sure they are, you'll be rooming with my best friend. He's a really cool guy, I think you'll like him a lot."

"Oh, cool." I reply, assuming that his friend probably has a few things in common with him.

We get to my bedroom and he opens the door for me as we both walk inside. I glance over to see a tall, skinny boy lying on his stomach, flipping through a text book on his bed. He's dressed in seemingly nothing but a bathrobe and his hair is chestnut and dripping wet. He looks over at us with blue eyes, an amused look on his pointed features, "Hey, Nicky, who's this?"He asks in a sharp voice, closing his book and sitting up.

Nick smiles over at him, "This is Jeff Sterling, your new roommate. Jeff this is Sebastian-"

"Smythe," Sebastian finishes, getting off his bed to shake my hand, "Excuse my lack of clothing, but I guess you'll be getting used to it soon enough if we're living together. Nice hair by the way, is that real?"

"Thanks, yeah it is," I answer, shaking his surprisingly cold hand, "And I don't mind, we're all guys here."

He smirks, tossing off his bathrobe to reveal the rest of his pale, bony frame in just a pair of boxers, "True, but I don't know about you, but a lot of us are gay, here, too, so that kind of defeats the purpose." He pulls a pair of khakis and a polo on.

"Oh," I mutter, a little surprised, "Whatever. It's all good."

Nick pets me on the shoulder as Sebastian walks into the bathroom to check his hair. "He can be a little blunt sometimes," Nick explains to me quietly, "But he's really a nice guy when you get to know him."

I nod, "Yeah, he seems alright." I dump the contents of my suitcase carelessly into the empty dresser drawers. Nick sits down on the side of Sebastian's bed, "How do you like Dalton so far?"

"It's beautiful." I reply, glancing over my shoulder at him, "I was breathless when I first saw it."

"Looks a lot nicer on the inside, that's for sure," Sebastian mutters, walking back into the room, "Where are you from, anyway?"

"New Mexico." I answer pleasantly.

He raises an eyebrow, "Why?"

Nick shakes his head at Sebastian with a sigh.

"Well, I'm not originally from there, that's just where I was most recently prior to moving here." I explain, not sure how to properly answer his question.

"Fair enough," he replies, "Sounds kinda lame, though."

Nick rolls his eyes at his friend and then turns back to me, "Did you like New Mexico?"

I shrug, "It was okay, I guess. Honestly, I'm not a fan of the heat there, but I guess I can't complain."

"It was probably better than this shit hole, though," Sebastian comments, "Ohio's the lamest state in this backwards ass country."

"Ohio's not that bad," Nick attempts to say, but Sebastian doesn't look like he's paying attention.

"Well, I'll catch you guys later. Nice meeting you, Jeffrey, I'm meeting up with some guys down at Scandals." My new roommate mutters as he finishes gelling his hair up.

"It's Jefferson, actually," I reply, "Just call me Jeff, though."

"Sure thing, buddy." he mutters halfheartedly and then turns to give Nick a peck on the cheek, "Peace out, guys." He walks out the door hastily.

I look at Nick, "You didn't mention you guys were seeing each other."

"Oh, we're not," he replies, shaking his head, "He's just French."

"That would explain a lot." I mutter with a laugh, "And what's scandals?"

"Just some club he likes to go to across town. Can I help you unpack?"

"Sure," I mutter, making some space for him. He kneels beside me and we empty the rest of my first suitcase.

The rest of the night is spent unpacking and chatting with my new friend. I say goodbye to him around 10 or so, and I go to sleep with a feeling of comfort and contentment.

The next morning I start all my classes, which is a little overwhelming. I seem to adjust pretty well, though. All my teachers seem nice enough, and I don't have too much work that I'll need to catch up on. During my last class period, History, I can't help but notice one of the boys staring at me with bright hazel eyes as soon as I walk through the doorway. Generally it would seem a little bit creepy, but he has a certain charm that makes him just appear interested rather than psychotic. I give a small smile before looking away and taking a seat.

I glance over to see him getting out his seat and walking towards me. He's taller than I would have guessed, with broad shoulders and a striking facial structure. He sits down next to me, running a hand through his dark golden hair, "You must be Jeff." His voice is deep and masculine, a wry grin on his mouth.

I nod, "Yeah, hi. Who are you?"

He raises an eyebrow, "You haven't heard of me?" he replies cockily.

"I guess not." I murmur, feeling like I should probably be embarrassed.

"That's alright," he mutters casually, "I guess it is only your first day. I'm Hunter Clarington. Captain of the warblers."

"Oh," I smile warmly at him, "My friends Nick and Sebastian are warblers."

"No kidding," he replies with a smirk, "I know all the warblers pretty well, I mean, I have to, don't I?"

"Um, yeah, I guess so." I stammer, feeling a little bit dumb.

"It's okay," he replies casually, "The dumb blond thing is cute when you're clearly not faking it." He winks at me and heads back to his seat.

I frown a little, trying to figure out if that was supposed to be an insult or a compliment. I sigh, shaking it off as class begins.

After I'm finished with all my classes I head straight back to my dorm. Nick had mentioned that he and Sebastian had lacrosse practice right after school, and I don't feel like I know anyone else well enough to be hanging out together in our spare time.

I whirl through my homework assignments relatively quickly, not having anything better to do. When I finish I dress down and take a nap, bored and not used to the time difference yet. I sleep away the rest of the afternoon and into the night.