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SUMMARY: Vince is the new boy at a boarding school in Leeds but what happens when he makes it his policy to wreak havoc and meets a boy called Howard?
TITLE: The Boarding School
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The Boarding School
Chapter 10- Protection against Dior
"Howard!" Vince screamed and span his friend around. Howard's eyes were blocked by the rushing tears which seemed to be making tracks down his cheeks. Wiping them away, Vince smiled softly. "Tears so do not suit you." Vince's sympathetic and apologetic grin made Howard chuckle. "What's up?"
"Well I just… I don't want to be the reason you stay here. If you're miserable then go Vince. Go where you wanna go, be who you wanna be because you're still young! You have your whole life ahead of you and I don't want to be the boy who's holding you back." Howard's words were laced with hurt. Each and every one had its own individual coating of hurt and of truth.
"Howard, you aren't holding me back. You're the reason I'm staying here… but that's a good thing." Vince calmly said, his hand resting on Howard's cheek.
"Really? is it a good thing?" Vince remained silent and dropped his gaze to the floor; Howard nodded and walked back to their room. Vince slumped down on the floor and sighed. He had it all and then he messed it up by saying that. He wished he hadn't. He wished he could've just left things how they were… perfect. To be honest, that wasn't the only reason he was staying. He was staying to get away from it all. Dragging his body from the floor, a dejected boy ambled down the meandering corridors and to the ICT room, writing an e-mail which read-
Alright Leroy,
This is hell! I have to get out of here now. I just tried to be deep and meaningful and it didn't half back fire. There's this boy called Howard who's in my year and I'm sharing a room with him right, I made really good friends with him and he saved my life twice but now I just feel that something's wrong. He seems all emotional and weird. I'm worried! I want to help him but I dunno how… you know I'm not exactly an academic. There's this head teacher called Bob Fossil, he's an absolute nutbox. He has panic attacks at Gary Numan… imagine that. His neck goes all big. Anyways reply soon yeah? This is well dry! Maybe soon I'll get out of this hell house and back to Dalston. Until then, stay punk… one of us to.
^_^Vince^_^
xx
There was a knock on the door so Vince logged off and made a run for it back to his room. When arrived back, Howard was curled up on his bed.
"Howard? Are you alright?" Vince sat down next to him and sighed when he saw the wet sparkle in his eyes. Something was stabbing at his heart but he couldn't think what. "Howard look, I didn't mean it like that yeah?" Howard sat up and whipped the tears away, smiling forcedly.
"I wouldn't cry at this. I feel weird. I don't know it's just…" Howard yelped in pain and fell back on his back, his eyes slipping closed. Vince stood up, anger and pure fury in his eyes. There was one boy who was capable of making him feel this rubbish and that was…
"Listen here Lance if you don't open this door I'll set Naboo on you." Lance had seen Naboo beat up a boy with his turban for nicking his Fleetwood Mac CD so the door opened instantly.
"Oh alright Vince yeah, I was just going over some lyrics and…" Vince was never this violent but something was wrong with Howard and as a best friend, he wasn't sitting around and watching with a little bucket of popcorn. Vince pushed Lance against the wall and growled angrily. "What's wrong with you? You're a freak!"
"Listen here Lance Dior, I don't know what you did but if what you did is irreversible then I swear that I will put you in the ground myself!" He spat the words out and Vince smirked evilly.
"Oh you mean my little prank on Howard? Yeah I messed with his mind. I may have gone through Naboo's stuff when you were out and come across it." One last shove against the wall was enough to reinforce Vince's point.
"Fix it!" Vince was now begging and Lance was loving every minute of his vulnerability.
"Make me." Vince gave up on the tough act and fell onto the bed.
"Okay then fine here. I have always been branded the freak. I was never popular, I was never a big guy I was always the girly boy who's too individual for anyone to handle. I was always the loner but for once I had friends. I had someone who liked me for who I was and that felt so good that I cannot describe it. So FYI- if you don't turn him back then I will be setting one heck of an angry shaman on you!" Lance jumped back and nodded.
"Alright, alright where is he?" Vince smirked and dragged him to their room where Lance put some white powder in some water and Vince gave it to Howard. "There am I free to go?"
"Please do go!" Vince said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "Howard?"
"Mmm?" Howard mumbled. Vince smiled warmly and pulled him into his arms. "Don't touch me!"
"Get lost! I just held Lance Dior to a wall for you; you can bloody-well enjoy this!" Howard smirked and wrapped an arm around Vince's waist. "Never scare me again like that okay?" He felt like Howard's dad and that feeling of responsibility made him feel a little more mature. He was fourteen, he had been living life like a rollercoaster and he never stopped to look at the responsibilities he could have… he liked it.
"Alright… dad." Howard chuckled, pulling away. "D'ya fancy a walk?" Vince nodded, he needed to get some air so he tangled his fingers in with the moustachioed boy (for a fourteen year old, Howard had quite a bug moustache… well a cappuccino stain) and smiled. Little did they know that lurking in the dark corners of Leeds Acadiverse was one jealous, black hearted boy. A boy with a plan so sinister that it could be enough to destroy all they have.
A/N: Well? I know it's angst but that makes it more realistic so the next chappie will be happy, I promise! I will make it funny! :D For now please review.