Oh, how original, another Lord of the Flies boarding school au. Aha, totally not cliche at all :3 *sarcasm* xD So this is basically a shit-load of Rogermon fluff with a little Jalph on the side. enjoy.

Story summary: Simon has moved to yet another school on account bullying; he makes a few new friends that stand up for him. Roger on the other hand, is basically one of the major bullies of the school, always picking fights, teasing freshman, messing with the new kids, you name it. Even teachers have grown to fear the boy. Roger has never felt remorse about bullying anybody… So why the sudden change when he takes notice of the new, fragile looking boy getting picked on? Roger starts to feel strange feelings toward Simon and becomes very overprotective of him.

Jalph - side plot

(side note: The later chapters are more well written than the first few chapters, sorry about that. Just bare with me, I know the first few are really badly written with grammar mistakes left and right, but I'm working on fixing that.)

Chapter one:

"Marian Boarding School for Boys."

Simon felt sick to his stomach as he read the sign that pointed to the large, three story building in front of him. He clenched his fists as he walked to the front of the building where the school counselor and headmaster waited for him patiently.

"You must be… Mr. Walker, correct?" Simon nodded at the woman who spoke, he forced a small smile.

"Well hello! Welcome to Marian Boarding School for Boys. I'm Mrs. Morgan, the schools counselor, and I will be helping you out for the next couple of weeks. I was informed that you have had a few issues with bullying in the past, yes?" Simon nodded again. "Well hopefully here bullying will no longer be a problem for you. I have not heard about any bullying in this school all year so far, which is great news for you!" Mrs. Morgan exclaimed, with a cheery smile.

"Yes, that is really great news. I am proud to say that as of right now, this school is bully free. I'm your new headmaster. You can call me Mr. Williams. If there are any problems you are to come to either myself or Mrs. Morgan. I think you will really grow to like it here this year, Simon."

With that said, Mr. Williams opened one of the massive steel doors with ease, holding it open as the other two entered. Although the building had an intimidating outside, the inside, however, looked much more welcoming. To the left, was a broad staircase, leading up to the other dorms and classrooms. Boys passed by each other, some walking alone, others in groups. Some of them eyed Simon warily, wondering who he was, how he would act, and what social group he would fit in with. Simon kept his gaze to the ground, not wanting to make any awkward eye contact with anybody in particular.

"This way." Mrs. Morgan stated, turning a corner and entering her office.

The lady behind the desk stared at the dark haired boy for a moment before pushing her glasses back upon the bridge of her nose.

"Name?" She asked at last, opening a drawer that contained files of all the attending students of the boarding school. Before Simon could get a word out, the counselor had already told the office lady his name and that he needed his dorm room key and papers.

With a small sigh, the office lady pulled out the file that contained his schedule, dorm key, and other paperwork with ease. She held out the papers and key in front of Simon who took them carefully.

"If you lose your schedule or dorm key, report back to me so I can give you another copy. If you need help reading your schedule, there are plenty of students and teachers you can ask who would be happy to help you. Same if you have trouble with opening your dorm room." The office lady said, voice monotone.

Simon nodded and thanked her quietly. He was told that his dorm room was on the second floor. Room B117. He quietly made his way over to the staircase, climbing the steps easily, paying attention to everything around him. Since classes were going on right now, the hallways were near empty, looking as if abandoned; Simon was thankful for this. He counted the dorm room numbers until he found his own.

Simon readjusted his bag on his shoulder and put the key into the slot of the door handle, twisting and turning the key all different ways, but the door wouldn't budge. He sighed and kicked the door, mumbling about how unlucky he always seemed to be.

As if Simon's luck could get any worse, a small group of boys, who looked to be in either the same grade as himself or higher, were making their way towards him. The one in the front, striding toward him as if he owned the school, had a sly smirk played across his face as he looked the other boy up and down, as if reading his weaknesses, fears, and entire soul in general. His dark red curls bounced as he walked, and his cheeks were flooded with freckles.

Simon turned to face his dorm room, hoping that the group would just walk by him and forget his presence. But of course, they had to walk right up to him. One of the boys cleared their throats loudly, wanting the dark haired boy's attention. Simon cautiously turned to the group, tightening his grip on the bag slung over his shoulder.

"Hey, newbie. Having troubles, are we?" The redhead started, voice as threatening and intimidating as the look he wore. Silence was the only answer he received.

"Quiet type, eh?" the redhead sighed. "They're no fun." he remarked, getting dangerously close to the dark haired boy's liking.

"Do you guys need something or what?" Simon finally asked, crossing his arms over his chest. There were a few chuckles from the group. Simon shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah, we actually do need something." The redhead started, leaning down, putting his hand up against the wall Simon was in front of, trapping the boy inside the group.

"Jack!" The unfamiliar voice echoed from the other side of the hallway. The redhead's smirk grew even more when he heard the voice, he lifted his head up and looked over his shoulder. Simon saw that the voice belonged to a fair haired, goldenly tanned boy. The fair haired boy advanced towards the group looking quite angry. The redhead, now known as Jack, broke away from the group and started walking up to the angry boy, meeting him three quarters of the way.

"What the hell is with you guys messing with the newer kids?" The blonde yelled, shoving Jack away. The fair haired boy didn't back down, even though he was about a head shorter than Jack. The redhead put on a fake hurt look, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting.

"That wasn't very nice, Ralphie." Jack whined, sounding more like a ten year old than a sixteen- almost seventeen year old.

"Leave the boy alone, Jack." Ralph warned, his glare piercing the redhead's gaze. Jack sighed and put his hands up in defeat.

"Fine, Ralph. You really like ruining fun, don't ya? We didn't even do anything to the boy anyways, except maybe make him feel uncomfortable." Jack said, eyeing the dark haired boy from the corner of his eye, quietly laughing at his stiff, almost statue-like, form.

"Leave." Ralph demanded, still glaring daggers at the redhead. He was so sick and tired of Jack and his lot picking on everybody, it annoyed and angered him to no end. The redhead narrowed his eyes at the shorter blonde, clenching his jaw. He did not like to be ordered around, especially by someone younger and smaller than him, but he always ended up listening to Ralph for some reason.

"Choir, c'mon, let's go." The group of boys, better known now as the choir, obediently followed the redhead who already began to make his way down the hall to the staircase.

Simon took notice to all the boys. There were about five of them, six including Jack. One boy in particular Simon took note of. He had this dark demeanor about him, and gave off a mystical aura, that Simon took interest in. The other also had dark, raven black hair like his own, and dark eyes, opposite to Simon's, light, forest green eyes. He was very pale and looked to be around Jack's height, maybe a little shorter, so he towered over Simon who only stood at 5'5. Opposed to Simon's small, slim form, the other boy had a muscular build with broad shoulders and a toned abdomen. Simon noticed that the other boy kept looking at him, but whenever Simon met his gaze, he looked away. This intrigued Simon for some reason.

"Hey, are you okay?" Simon jumped a little as he was pulled from his thoughts and back into reality. The fair haired boy was talking to him.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine." Simon quietly mumbled. "Thanks by the way."

"Hey, no problem. Jack and his choir are real arseholes sometimes; and by 'sometimes', I mean all the time."

"Yeah…" Simon agreed, chuckling a little, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He was never good with verbally talking to people and keeping a conversation going, he was more of the listening type.

"So you're the new kid everyone keeps blabbing about, hmm? You're the talk of the day," The blonde smiled at the other boy before asking. "Oh, I didn't catch your name."

"Simon." The dark haired boy stated, extending a hand, smiling shyly at the other. He partly wondered how everyone already knew about his arrival to the school, but he didn't ask.

"Nice to meet ya, Simon. I'm Ralph." The other greeted with a large grin, taking Simon's hand and shaking it once. "Hey, can I see your schedule? I want to see if we have any classes together."

Simon obliged, handing the other his schedule. He hadn't even gotten a chance to look at it yet, so he had no idea what classes he had. Or where they were located…

"Hey we actually have like five classes together; Honors English One, History, Geometry, Art, and study hall." Simon smiled, relieved that someone that he kind of knew was in the majority of his classes. "You're taking choir?" Ralph asked, concern in his tone.

"Uh, yeah… I enjoy singing a bit." Simon chuckled to himself nervously.

"Well I don't take choir… And ,well, Jack and his group are going to be in there with you, which means if something happens, I can't prevent it. Sure, he and his lot aren't the only ones in choir, but I don't know if any of the others would be willing to stand up to a prick like him. Nobody wants to be their next 'victim'." Ralph explained. He knew for sure that Jack was somebody whom everyone either feared or admired, he was kind of two faced. It was a strange combination, but Jack's actually a fairly well student who gets great grades in almost all his classes, yet he was also a rebel in a way, he got away with most of the stuff he's done because he acts like the teachers pet in every single class; teachers and administrators find it hard to believe that Jack would do most of the stuff he's been reported doing. It's not the same for someone like Roger who, to be fair, also gets decent grades, but he is literally feared by everyone, teachers included.

"Isn't there an adult or teacher in there?"

"Well I'm not really sure. You see, Jack is 'head boy' in there, so he sometimes takes charge from what I've heard."

"You think I'd be okay to stay in choir? Or do you think I ought to quit?" Simon asked warily. Even though he loved choir and singing, he'd quit if it meant avoiding anymore bullying.

"I mean, I'm sure you'd be okay, you don't have to quit."

Simon nodded in response and carefully took back his schedule, and turned to his dorm room. Before Ralph went back to where he was supposed to be, Simon quickly asked him.

"Hey ,uh, can you help me with my dorm?" Chuckling, Ralph nodded and proceeded to help the dark haired boy out. Boy did he know these dorms were a pain to open, he spent all freshman year struggling with his own.

"You have to push back on the door and then twist the knob. Like this." Ralph pushed back on the door, twisting the key to the right and turned the knob. The dorm room opened, door creaking just slightly. Simon thanked him quietly and walked in.

"Don't you have to be getting back to class?" The dark haired boy asked, not wanting to cause the blonde to get in trouble.

"Nope. Actually, I was sent here to see if you were settling in okay, and to go over the basic rules with you. I was sent by Mrs. Morgan. You remember her, right?" Simon nodded. "Well, I'm kinda in student council and this period is my study hall, so she sent me here since I have gotten all my work done."

"Oh. Well what are the rules?"

"Well there is a lot of em'. Let's start off with dress code. Well during school hours, 7:15 a.m. through 3:25 p.m, you must be wearing your school uniform. There are a few of them in your closet. After school hours and weekends is when you can dress how you want. You'll get punished in someway if you break these rules. Along the line of clothing, washing your own laundry is pretty important here. Nobody else washes your clothes, so it's up to you. The uniforms don't need washing until about a week's wearing. I'll show you where everything is later on today. Also, showers. You are required to shower at least every other day, no exceptions. You can shower early in the morning before class, or you can wait till sometime after, doesn't matter. There are two clean towels on your dresser. You'll also be responsible for washing those. Uhm… oh, yeah. Lights out at 11:00 p.m. or earlier. No later. A lot of boys break this rule, but don't get caught, but when they do get caught, they usually just have to start going to bed at a set time; which rarely any of them do. But you are allowed to shower at any hour during the night which I find pretty ironic. Waking hours are at least 6:45 a.m. to at least make yourself presentable before class. Also, you mustn't skip class, or go out without permission. Blah, blah, blah…"

"That sure was a mouthful." Simon laughed, but also still trying to mentally memorize the rules. "Are those the most important ones?"

"Eh, basically. Just don't break em' and you'll be fine." Ralph assured with a small smile, flicking his blonde bangs out of his eyes.

Simon nodded, smiling back to the other before turning and looking at what was now his room for the rest of the year. It was very plain and bland, the walls were painted an off white, cream color, and the dim lighting in the room gave it a more depressing mood. Right across from the door there was a plain oak wood dresser with a small mirror on it. Across from that was a very uncomfortable looking bed with a small wooden table to the right of it, to the left was a small closet where his school uniforms were kept. It was a fairly small, boring room, but Simon thought he could manage.

"You ready to go see where everything is?" Ralph after Simon had set his bag down.

"Yeah, let's go."

It was last period which Ralph was also dismissed from by the counselor. The school hours were almost up, but luckily for them, Ralph had managed to show everything to Simon before the other boys were let out of class. Ralph had shown him all his classes, the lunch room, laundry room, library, and his own dorm, where they were now hanging out until the dismissal bell rings.

"So, I was told there wasn't any bullying going on at this school, but from what I've seen so far, that's not particularly true, is it?" Ralph shook his head, laying on his bed with his hands behind his head.

"Nah. It's not really true. The majority of this school is bully free, it's mainly Jack and his prick group that go around picking on people. Don't get me wrong though, there are still some others, but their not quite as bad. They never get caught because nobody ever complains about them, and if they do, nobody ever does anything about it; It's partially because Jack acts like an angel in front of all the teachers and administrators, they have a hard time believing the bad things people have reported about Jack. I find that extremely ridiculous and unfair, but I can't do anything about it except try to prevent it myself. The other half of it is people are just genuinely terrified about what would happen if they did happen to report them. People just fear them and I'm getting pretty sick of them messing with weaker, smaller kids just for fun, and not getting in any kind of trouble." Ralph explained with a sigh.

"What makes everyone so afraid of them? Surely the head of the school would do something if they were really as bad as what people make them out to be." At Simon's past schools there had never been a bully or group of bullies whom everyone initially feared. He wondered how bad they had to be for a large amount of people to actually genuinely fear them.

"Like I said, not one teacher believes Jack is capable of all the things he's actually done, not even the headmaster, they all refuse to believe it because Jack is such a good student, academic wise anyways. Sometimes people believe anything- literally anything, there has been a few rumors about what Jack and his choir have done, but nobody knows if they're true or not. People are afraid of them because of what they're actually capable of doing, and the rumors of what they're capable of doing; whether it be beatings, teasing, torture, rape, you name it."

"Rape?" Simon asked in disbelief, shocked that teens his age have actually raped someone, especially another boy. Ralph nodded.

"Yeah, I've heard that they've actually went as far as raping someone before, on more than one occasion too, but it's only a rumor, it hasn't actually been proven. I still try to steer clear of Jack and his choir just in case, it's probably best if you do the same and don't wander around school alone. When classes end, in about nine minutes or so, I am going to introduce you to my friends, so you'll have more people to back you up and stuff. They're really cool. I haven't got too many close friends, but these three are the greatest friends a guy could ask for. I'm sure you'll like em'." Ralph grinned at the other boy, who smiled back.

"Great! I could use some friends around here." Simon chuckled, folding his arms over his chest. He was actually really surprised that he had made a friend so early upon his arrival, usually people wanted nothing to do with him. He was far beyond thankful that he had met Ralph today and had actually been accepted and welcomed.

The bell rung a few moments later, piercing the the silence with a loud, harsh shriek. Simon jolted up from his chair, almost losing his balance as he did so. Ralph laughed, sitting up, swinging his legs over to the side of the bed. Simon flushed, chuckling nervously, running a hand through his dark locks, obviously embarrassed.

"You'll get used to it." Ralph managed to say through his laughing fit. "Trust me, it catches everyone off guard if they're not expecting it."

Simon nodded, "I can see why." He laughed, straightening his posture.

Ralph stood, stretching his arms out, and made his way over to the door. "Just follow me. My friends and I like to meet up after school hours in the auditorium most of the time."

Ralph opened the door, stepping aside, so Simon could come out, and closed the door behind them, pocketing the key. They both made their way through the now crowded hallway, worming through the mass of other boys, arriving to the staircase that led down to the auditorium. Most of the other boy's were not as short as Simon was, so he felt like a midget compared to them all.

When they finally arrived to the auditorium, Ralph opened the door for Simon, who nodded in thanks and walked in, Ralph trailing behind him. The blonde tapped Simon's shoulder and pointed to a table where three boys sat, quietly chatting about something.

Simon first noticed the two boys that mirrored each other's images, both having long, shaggy, dark brown hair, and bright blue eyes. They were both smiling identical smiles, one was wearing plaid, while the other, stripes. Even when sitting down, Simon noticed both boys were very tall and slim.

Simon looked over to the other boy at the table, noticing his glasses gleaming in the light. He had short, light brown hair, that matched his eyes. He was a little on the chubby side, his round face was smiling cheerfully as he looked towards Ralph and himself.

"Hey, Ralph!" The chubbier boy ushered the blonde over, Ralph took the dark haired boy's upper arm in his hand, guiding him over to the quiet table.

"Guys, this is Simon. He is new and he'll be hanging out with us for the rest of the year. Simon, this is Sam and Eric, obviously as you can tell, they're identical twins."

"I'm Sam-" The one in the stripes piped up.

"-And I'm Eric." The other said, smiling welcomingly.

"Nice to meet you two." Simon greeted with a smile, awkwardly folding his arms in front of himself.

"Simon, this is Pi-" Ralph started, but got cut off by the chubbier boy.

"Hi, I'm Peter. Nice to meet ya." Peter interrupted, eyeing Ralph sharply, who put his hands up in defense.

"Nice to meet you too." Simon smiled, looking between the two. If one were to look at the group of boys, they would have never guessed that they were all friends. They looked like they were all from totally different cliques; The twins looked more on the athletic, jock side, Peter, looking the complete opposite, looked to be part of some academical, nerdy club, and, well, Ralph looked to be in the clique with all the popular kids with good looks and amazing grades. Honestly Simon would have never guessed in a million years that the four of them were friends.

Ralph and Simon sat down, they all began talking to each other with ease as if they've known each other their entire talked about school, sports, girls, this weekends plans, and about their home life. Simon enjoyed the conversation and company of the others. He hadn't had many friends in the past, so he was glad he could be able to make some so quickly upon his arrival. Somehow they landed upon the subject of Jack and his lot.

"I hate them so much. How do they think it's okay to do that?! They should get punished!" Peter continued to rant on how much he hated Jack and his group of choirboys, using hand motions to express himself. Simon didn't know what to say, so he just stayed quiet while the conversation went on.

"Today I was just walking to class, minding my own business, when Jack Merridew and Roger came over and shoved me into a wall. My stuff went all over the floor! All my papers that I had managed to organize, now all a mess! I can't hardly believe that they'd do that when so many people were around too. Though, nobody said nothing to stop it." Peter raged, pushing his specs up higher onto the bridge of his nose.

"Who's Roger?" Simon found himself asking quietly. The other boys glanced at each other before Eric broke the silence.

"He's like Merridews right hand, always picking fights and teasing other kids, just like Jack himself. I think Roger is worse though."

"I agree. I've seen what he can do to people. You don't want to mess with him, Simon." Sam warned.

"Seems like bad business. What does he look like?" Simon asked, curious about this Roger character.

"Well he has black hair just like you, dark eyes that seem like they can see into your soul,-"

"-He is also pretty tall, I've heard he is 6'2, really close to Jack's 6'4."

"He is always wearing black too. It's like he's gothic or something." Sam and Eric giggled at this for a minute before going back to the subject at hand.

"Just stay away from him, he is just-"

"-all kinds of creepy." Sam finished.

Simon nodded, his thoughts went back to the dark haired boy he'd seen in Jack's group. He really wanted to know more about that boy for some reason, but he didn't want to risk getting beaten up, so for now, he decided to keep his distance.