Hello, MJ here again with another chapter of TST!
Quick note: Sam is OOC, I again bring up the point that different parents does tend to cause a different personality.
If you don't know what trousers are, they are pants. (Pants to me mean knickers/boxers, but I know different words mean different things in different countries).
Warning: There is slight cussing in this chapter.
Random Disclaimer: If I was the Magnificent Michael Grant I would've made Sam beat up Quinn by now...still think I own GONE?
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The halls were vast, and Sam almost lost his way in the Coates labyrinth, trying to make his way to room 427. Thankfully, he ran into very few people and avoided confrontation at all costs; there was no point getting a broken rib on the first day, it'd only mean it would be a lot easier for you to get a broken nose on the second.
Coates was no dreamland.
425...426...427, Sam counted in his head. Finding his own door and taking caution as he entered, Sam pushed down the handle. He immediately began to look throughout the room; he had no roommate yet. Must be late, Sam thought to himself. Taking the bed on the left side of the room, Sam heaved up his small suitcase which he had collected from the reception; no one took anything home, no one had anything valuable left to to take home.
Popping the locks, he hefted up the front panel of the suit case; it was exactly how he left it. The Coates Academy uniform rested on top, the white shirts folded up in a crisp fashion, the black trousers underneath, the Coates tie and finally a pair of black pointed tipped leather shoes, ready polished. Sighing while taking them out of his suitcase, Sam quickly took off his shoes and jeans, quickly replacing them with the uniform. Sam was about to put on the shirt, when a kid, who looked about thirteen to Sam, barged through the doorway, almost tackling Sam in the process.
"Well Hello to you to roomie." Sam spoke sardonically. He righted himself and whipped on his shirt and stood in front of the long mirror which hung on the wall, in between Sam's territory and the other boys' territory.
"My name's not important, but people call me Panda." Panda looked towards Sam in the mirror, watching him struggle slightly with his tie. Sam, who had finally got something which looked like a tie, turned to have a good look at Panda. He could definitely tell why people called him Panda: dark circles surrounded his eyes, much like a panda bear does. Also he had a very white complexion, which enhanced the dark circles around his eyes.
Sam immediately took a dislike to Panda: he creeped him out.
"Okay, so..."
"Rules," Panda interrupted,"You stay outta my stuff, I stay outta yours. You don't go in my half of the room. And finally, you stay out of my way." Panda threatened.
Sam looked at Panda incredulously, "Are you seriously threatening me?" Sam took his own threatening step forward.
Panda didn't miss a beat, laughed and waved Sam off, although he looked nervous, "No, no. I'm joking, totally joking." Panda could see he wasn't going to be dominant out of the two.
"Good." Sam said, while stretching his back, shoving his suitcase aside and resting on his bed, hands tucked neatly beneath his head. Although he was only fourteen, Sam was tall and his feet almost hung off the edge of the bed. "My name is Sam, by the way. Sam Soren." Sam inwardly smirked, the one bonus of being Caine's brother was that people feared him, so automatically feared him too. That was of course, until they actually met Sam. He wasn't as half as bad as his younger sibling.
Panda didn't quake with fear, but his eyes bulged slightly out of his head, making Sam give a devious smile.
No more Mister Nice Guy, Sam thought. This term is going to be different.
"Drake!" Drake could see Caine, his hand raised in a welcoming gesture as he entered their room.
"What do you want Soren?" Drake snarled, so far he had no twerp to pick on and was getting antsy.
"Now now, Merwin. No need for the pleasantries." Caine smirked, patting his psychopath on the arm. "This term, is going to be better than the last. You know what that means Drake?" Caine dragged his suitcase and placed it on the bed.
"That more kids get throttled?" Drake asked, resting on his bed. Caine turned to his accomplice and flashed a smile.
"That more kids get throttled," Caine repeated,"And I- I mean we- get more power."
Drake laughed sadistically, "Shit is going down."
Ta daaa! Again, I know it is not very long, but I am updating this every day for this week and after that, the chapters are going to be a lot longer. And I mean a lot!
Summary: Sam is going badass. Caine is bringing sexy back. Panda is actually in a fanfic and Drake is being Drake.
Question: Did you expect that?
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