I realized I didn't put a disclaimer on my last chapter.

Oops, Ryan Murphy don't hurt me!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except Cigs. Unless she was that lady Nick sang to. Omg thats going to happen in my story.

He pulled into the parking lot, and poked his head out the window.
"Wow," he muttered, staring at the majestic towers of Dalton Academy, he slowly pulled out the key.
Never before had he seen such a posh school. Dalton was a large, as I've mentioned before, stone building, surronded by boys, in blue and red blazers running around, enjoying the few moments before school began again.
He opened the door and stood up, trying to make a first impression on these others, of a tall, brave, handsome person, thats to be feared. Of course, as you'd imagine, no one noticed him.
But, as he walked through the crowds, he did make an impression. The new kid, who'd lost his blazer.
Black shirt amid the sea of blue and red. He slumped down over himself and tried to act cool. Maybe he could be the kid who rebelled against the dress code.
He followed a line of rambling freshmen to the front door, he wished he could lecture them and make them 'respect their elders,' but he didn't want to get into trouble on the first day.

Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Waiting in the office for someone to give him information about his classes and dorm. Maybe this school was posh, but the teachers didn't care much for the students, at all.
Finally a old lady that reeked of cigarettes and moth balls, came over to him and said in an annoying nasel voice,
"Nicolas Duval?"
"Yeah," Nick said, standing up. He hunched over and stuck his hands in his pockets.
"Here at Dalton," The old lady, who from now until she tells us her name, will be referred to as Cig, said, narrowing her eyes, "We believe-inforce good positure."
Nick stood straighter and put his hands in the air, like he would in a hold up, which he'd experinced way too many times, "Woah, sorry Cig breath,"
Cig mumbled something about 'rude' and 'unruley' and 'they should have leg irons here'then spoke to Nick, "Come along now, I will show you to your dorm,"
"Great," Nick grinned and followed the click click of her high heels down the hall.
"Since, we have an unusual ammount of students this last few years, we've made it 2 to a room," Cig said, with an annoying hand gesture that made it look like she was presenting him with invisable cookies.
"Umm.. Yeah," Nick replied, staring at her hands with wide eyes,
"You will be dorming with," she checked a clipboard she'd held under her arm, "Jeffery Sterling,"
"Alright then Ciggy,"
"I'd apperciate it if you'd refrain from using that name, "
"Whats your name then?" Nick asked,
"Mrs. Michaelson will do,"
"Do you have a first name?"
"Err," - oh screw it Cig is easier- hesitated, "Helen,"
"Alright then Helen!"
"I'd apperciate it- your dorm's just down this hall- if you used my last name,"
"Then use mine,"
"I do, mr. Duval,"
"Oops, my mistake," Nick grinned, he then took to asking her, "Is this it?" everytime they passed a dorm.
"Is this it?"
"No"
"Is this it?"
"No, Mr. Duval, I shall tell you when we arrive,"
"Is this it?"
"Mr. DUval."
"Is this it?"
"NICOLAS!"
"HELEN!"
Cigs silenced him with a glare, "Here we are mr. Duval, I do hope you find it desirable, is already inside,"
"Ah, great, thanks cigs! TTYL!"
Cigs uttered a word of displeasement and then turned on her heel 'hrrmph'ed and walked down the hall.

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