This is my new story. The main pairing is Jagan, but it will also have some other pairings. If you don't know them yet, you should totally check out the stories from Clarry. They are awesome and they made me fall in love with Jagan.

Enjoy the first chapter.

Chapter One New school

Logan's POV

»Come on Logan! It is almost seven twenty! School starts at eight! I do not want you to come late! Not on you first day…«

I sighed and yelled back:

»I'm coming mom«

Maybe it sounds wrong, but sometimes I hated my parents. They were so convinced that we are something better than the rest of human population just because we are rich. Not the normal kind of rich. It was more the Bill Gates meets Scrooge McDuck kind of rich. They are the CEOs of RCM CBT Global Net Sanyoid. A very big company with dozens of subsidiaries. To show the world that they are the most generous and kindest people on the world they adopted a boy from a poor family in Venezuela a few months after I was born. Don't get me wrong. I love Carlos. He is the best brother you could think of. And his family in Venezuela is great. I met them once before. They welcomed me immediately in their family, just because Carlos considers me as his brother. My parents wouldn't do something like that. For them the most important things are money and reputation. Maybe I would have been like them, but when Carlos and I visited his family I saw that you don't need much money to live a happy life. Another reason I hate them is that they sent us to a public school. I mean I loved it to be on a public school. Normally kids with rich parents are going to a private school, but our mom told us:

»You will go to a public school. This way you can learn that you two are better than this scum out there. «

Nice woman, isn't she? Of course we didn't learn that. We learned that people without much money are just like us. There is no difference.

Our parents want Carlos and me to be their successors as CEOs, but we didn't want to. My dream is to be a doctor. I want to do something good. I want to help people. Carlos wants to be an actor. He is brilliant. And he has a great voice. Carlos says always I am not bad, too, but I am not as good as him and I am fine with that. I am proud of him. And we are both gay. We didn't want to tell our parents, at first, because we were pretty sure our parents would kick us out. But surprisingly they were fine with that.

I grabbed my bag and walked downstairs. It is the first school day after summer break. My family moved a month ago from Temple, Texas to Duluth, Minnesota because our parents postponed the headquarters of their company here. We are living in a huge mansion. Four floors and each floor with a plane surface of twenty thousand square feet.

»Your first day. Are you excited, guys? «, my mom asked.

»Yeah. We are going to meet so much new people and making new friends. «

»Just don't forget that you are better than them. «

We didn't give her an answer. She rushed out and I ate silently the breakfast our cook made for us. When we are finished we grabbed our stuff and headed out. I drove us to the school with my Porsche. I wanted a normal car, but our parents insisted on 'cars, which are appropriate for our place in society.' So I got a Porsche and Carlos a Bentley. After fifteen minutes we arrived at school.

The secretary was a young woman.

»Hey guys! I am Kelly. I guess you are the new ones? «

Carlos nodded his head and said:

»I am Carlos Mitchell and this is my brother Logan Mitchell. «

» Here you have your schedules. And here is another paper. You have to let it sign from every of your teachers «, Kelly explained and gave us some sheets of paper.

»Thanks. «

»Do we have some classes together? «

Carlos looked at my schedule and nodded:

»We have history, theatre class and we are in the same homeroom«

During homeroom we talked about the town and the school and our schedules. Carlos looked at his schedule and said:

» I have Economics after this. What's about you? «

»AP Chemistry.

After I found my chemistry class I introduced myself to the teacher Mr. Waiters. He signed my paper and said:

»With you we are an uneven number of students. Unfortunately you have to sit alone«

»I have no problem with this«, I said.

I like it to be on my own. I sat down and looked around the class. I prepared myself for the lesson. Suddenly there was a tall, brunette girl at my table and smiled at me.

»Hi, I'm Camille. You are new aren't you? «

»I'm Logan. Nice to meet you«

»Would you mind if I would sit down next to you? My lab partner is ill«

I shook my head and she sat down. We talked a bit until the lesson began and during our experiment. She was really funny and friendly and I began to like her. After that I had Spanish, also with Camille. I learned Spanish early in my life. When Carlos and I were younger we loved to speak Spanish with each other it was our own secret language. After Spanish class Camille asked:

»Logan would you like to go out with me? «

»Uh, I would really like, but I'm gay. Sorry «

She laughed and said:

» No problem. I always wanted a gay best friend. «

Next class I had with Carlos. History. After we introduced us to the teacher we sat down.

»So, Logie. Did you meet cool people? «, my brother asked.

»Yeah. There is this one girl, Camille. She is pretty cool. What about you? «

»A few nice people, but nobody who was really great. «

»Mr. Diamond, Mr. Knight, how nice of you to join us. «

I looked up and saw our teacher looking angry at two guys. One was tall, blond, had eyebrows and green eyes. He was quite attractive. But the other guy was indescribable amazing. A little bit taller than Blondie, hazel eyes, dark brown hair, and as far as I could tell the body of a Greek god.

»Forget it Logie. He is an asshole. Blondie, too. I had them in my biology class. «

»What a pity! «

When we made our way the lunch hall I was shoved and fell.

»Out of my way, peasant. «

It was the Greek god from earlier. Blondie smirked mischievously at me. Carlos, who helped me up got angry.

»Peasant? Do you know who we are? We are-hmpfff «

I shut him up with putting my hand over his mouth. I dragged him away and the two other guys laughed.

»Carlos! We agreed to keep it a secret, who we are! «

He nodded and looked at the ground.

»Sorry, but I hate how he talked with you. «

»I know, Litos. But I don't want to have a repeat of our last high school. «

When the kids on our old school knew that our parents have money. Everybody wanted to be our friend. This was freshman year. But after a few weeks Carlos and I heard coincidentally how our classmate insulted us behind our back. Carlos was devastated and I wasn't fine either. And so we isolated us from the others. After they finally understood we didn't want to have anything to do with him the bullying started. I was bullied for being gay, rich and smarter than the others and Carlos was bullied for being gay, rich and Latino. High School was hell for us. But fortunately we had each other. I protected Carlos and Carlos protected me.

»You are right. I am sorry. «

»It is okay. Let's get some food and then let's search Camille. I am sure you will like her. «

After we got said food I looked for Camille. I groaned when I saw who sat on her table.

»What's wrong, Logan? «

»Do you see the table with the two from our history class? «

He nodded.

»Blondie and the other. «

»Yeah. And do you see the brunette girl, who sits across from Blondie? «

He nodded again.

»THAT'S Camille. «

»Great…«

Camille saw us and waved us over. Carlos and I exchanged a look. We know each other so well we can have whole conversation just with looks. And now we both didn't want to sit at a table with those two guys, so I looked apologetically at Camille and got with Carlos at an empty table. A minute later Camille sat next to me.

»Hey. Don't you want to sit with me? «

Very blunt.

»I do want to sit with you. Its just two of your friends are idiots. By the way this is my brother Carlos. «

He waved at her.

»You are cute. «

I shook my head at her and she groaned.

»He, too? «

I nodded.

»Damn! Back to the topic I am sure the idiots are Kendall and James? «

»I don't know their names. But I mean Blondie and the tall, gorgeous looking guy next to him. «

Camille nodded.

»Kendall Knight, the blonde, captain of the hockey team and James Diamond, co captain of the hockey team. I hate them. I will get my bag and sit with you. «

As quick as she came she was gone. Carlos laughed.

»I like her. «

»Probably, because she is as hyper as you. «, I chuckled.

»True. What did she mean with 'he, too'? «

»She asked me out and I told her I am gay. And now she know you are, too «

»You said we have to be careful, but you tell the first person you met that we are gay? «

»I am sorry. I shouldn't have done that. But I have the feeling we can trust her. «

»I am back, guys. «, Camille announced happy.

»Camille, please don't tell someone that we are gay. «, Carlos said.

»I won't. I promise. «

My brother smiled.

»Thanks. Why are you sitting at the same table with two people you hate, by the way? «

»Well, my two best friends are the girlfriends of that pricks. That blonde girl next to Kendall is Jo Taylor, obviously his girlfriend. But they always cheat on each other. It is terrible. And the girl with the black hair and red strands is Lucy Stone. But she uses James just to make her ex jealous. His name is Beau. Lucy and Beau even have sex sometimes. But James doesn't mind. He bangs often other girls. «

And so she talked for the next twenty minutes about everyone on this school we should know. Apparently she liked to gossip. But it was kind of interesting. I learned that the Duluth East High was like a soap opera. There was always some kind of Drama. After Camille finished her gossip we told her some things about us.

»Carlos why are you wearing a helmet? «, she asked.

»I feel protected with my helmet. I wear it since I am ten. «

When the bell rang, Camille asked:

»What class do you have now? «

»Theatre «, Carlos and I said in unison.

Camille squealed.

»Me, too. As well as Jo and Lucy. Unfortunately James and Kendall, too. «

The theatre class was small. We were a total of 16 people. After a few improvisation exercises, we had to pair up in groups of three and one group of four. Camille made a group with Jo and Lucy, who were actually nice girls.

»All the others are already in a group. «, Carlos said looking through the room.

»Except for Kendall and James «, he added.

»Oh no…«

»What? «

His face darkened when he realized the problem.

»We have to make a group of four with Kendall and James. «

I nodded. They walked over to us.

»What's up, peasants? «

I shot Carlos a warning glare.

»Oh so you think you are too fine to talk with us? «, Kendall asked angry.

It is not necessary to say the class was dreadful. And PE our last class of the day wasn't better, because we had that class with Kendall and James too. Apparently, they were the biggest jocks of the school and totally convinced that they are the best. Before Coach Rocque dismissed the class, he said:

»Everyone! If you are playing ice hockey, come to school Saturday 9 am. Hockey tryouts. NOW GO! «

»We are totally going, right? «

I nodded.

»You? I don't think some pussies like you are good at hockey. «, an arrogant voice said from behind. We turned around and saw Kendall.

»You stupid asshole. How about I beat the shit out of you? «, Carlos shouted angry.

I held his arm.

»Calm down, buddy. Wait for Saturday when we wipe the ice with him. «

He sighed and nodded. Kendall laughed.

»Sure. Good luck with that. Pussies. «

Back at home we did our homework at first. It wasn't much, but we took our time. I always helped Carlos with his homework and if he didn't get a topic I explained it to him. And together we managed a B average for Carlos. After homework, Carlos suggested to practice hockey. So we got into the basement. Our parents let build an ice rink and an indoor pool. I had the suspicion they felt bad because they weren't really often at home so they tried to ease their mind with buying us things and stuff. I mean the ice rink was pretty cool. We had one of these in our house in Texas. Carlos and I always played when we felt bad, which was really often so we became pretty good. Carlos was extremely agile. He could do everything on the ice. Pirouettes, slaloms, jumping, which was interesting, because when he was not on the ice he was pretty clumsy. And I was fast. Really fast.

»Ready? «

I nodded.

»Ready. «

I am sorry that nothing really happened. This chapter was to get a view on their lives. Next chapter will be better. I promise.

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