This Is The Story Of My Life.

These Are The Lies I Have Created.

The Story by 30 STM.

Chapter 1: The New Student.

Alexander yawned during one of Aristotle's lesson, making the other students laugh, just like he expected they would. Aristotle have him a look but any comment he was about to make was cut short as two people approached and caught his attention. Aristotle excused himself for a moment,

"Excuse me. I will be right back."

All the students followed him with their eyes, as he left to talk to one of the pages who gestured to the young man standing next to him. Alexander heard his fellow students murmur wondering about the young man, who they never had seen before, but Alexander ignored them as he kept his eyes trained on said young man, who was broadly muscled with tanned skin and light brown hair. As if feeling his gaze the young man looked up staring strait at Alexander with his deep blue eyes.

Alexander swallowed, staring back, having a strange feeling he couldn't quite place. Their gaze was broken when Cassander tapped Alexander's shoulder making him turn around.

"Who do you think the new pretty boy is?"

Alexander merely shrugged and sat upright when Aristotle made his way back followed by the young man.

"Settle down. Settle down…." Ordered Aristotle waving his hands gesturing for them to sit back down, "…Class…" continued Aristotle as they calmed down, "…We have a new student, starting from today. His name is Hephaistion, son of General Amyntar. Make him feel welcome."

Everyone nodded at Hephaistion who nodded back but didn't say a word, nor did he look at them, safe a quick glance at Alexander.

"Take a seat anywhere you like." Said Aristotle, picking up his book. Alexander jumped up and said.

"Sit by me!" Alexander tried to be friendly but his walls didn't allow it and the suggestion sounded like an order. Hephaistion frowned, glaring slightly before sitting on the other side, all by himself. Alexander looked shocked and embarrassed for a second before covering up, while everyone gasped.

"Sit down!" ordered Aristotle having had enough interruptions for one day.

When classes were over, everyone flocked around Alexander, talking about Hephaistion and what he did.

"How dare he? Doesn't he know you're the prince?" muttered one of the students as they watched Hephaistion pack his stuff before leaving without a backwards glance. Alexander rolled his eyes feeling annoyed by the constant yammering of his classmates and suddenly got fed up.

"Let it go alright!" he yelled angrily before walking away, hearing them mutter still.

"He must really be offended."

"Hephaistion won't get away with it, you know…"

Alexander have a shout of frustration starting to run, just so he wouldn't hear them anymore. He wasn't angry, not really. He just wasn't used of being ignored.

The same thing happened at dinner that evening. Hephaistion ignored the other students, only sparing a quick glance at Alexander, who was talking with Ptolemy; in favour of a scroll he was reading. Cassander, always ready for a prank, crept behind Hephaistion, snatching the scroll from his hands.

"Hey, give it back!" yelled Hephaistion, making the other students look up,

"No, I think I'll keep it." Sing-songed Cassander tossing the scroll from one hand to the other while the other students started laughing. Alexander shook his head, feeling sorry for Hephaistion but remained seated.

Cassander tossed the scroll to Perdiccas, who tossed it to Nearchus who tossed it on to another student, while Hephaistion tried to catch the scroll pushing them in frustration but afraid they would destroy his scroll, a gift from his father before he left.

Alexander, standing up to leave, suddenly found himself holding the scroll, which had been tossed in his direction and caught it by pure instinct.

Looking down he read 'The Illyiad' and he gasped, not believing anyone else but him read the epic story of Homer. He was brought back to the present when someone said;

"Give it back!"

Alexander looked up and met Hephaistion's blue eyes. His friends all yelled for him to toss it on but looking into Hephaistion pleading eyes he suddenly felt he couldn't. Looking between his friends and Hephaistion, Alexander stood for a dilemma: he didn't want to hurt Hephaistion's feelings but also didn't want to lose face and lose his friends; false or not.

So, he made a decision, he instantly regretted. He tossed the scroll further, looking into Hephaistion's horrified, disbelieving eyes and he felt terrible. A sudden wind through the window, threw the scroll into the wrong direction, ending up in the fireplace.

Everyone looked shocked as the scroll burned almost immediately. Hephaistion rushed to the fireplace with a shout.

"NO!"

He fell to his knees trying to retrieve his scroll, but it was in vain. Hephaistion sat trembling for several minutes, mourning the loss of his father's gift, while Alexander looked on in horror, not believing what has happened and feeling horrible. Suddenly blue eyes, moist with tears, turned to him in anger. Hephaistion stood up and walked to Alexander in a few large steps and hit him in the eye yelling,

"You bastard, you burned it!"

Not wanting to hurt Hephaistion but not wanting to be outdone Alexander hit back, his frustration of being ignored finally undone. They kicked and hit each other while some of the older students tried to pry them apart. Suddenly a voice cut through the air,

"Enough!"

Everyone froze and turned to Aristotle, who looked appalled. He ordered everyone to their rooms except Alexander and Hephaistion who supported a black eye and a nose bleed respectively.

"What's going on here?" asked Aristotle as he looked both boys up and down. Both stayed silent staring at the floor.

"Who started the fight? Come on now. If you won't answer, I'll ask any of the other students who were present. Don't made it harder then it has to be." Aristotle walked up and down in front of both boys. Suddenly a voice spoke up,

"It was me. I started the fight."

Aristotle stopped walking and looked the boy up and down,

"Alexander? You again?" Alexander just shrugged staring in front of him, feeling Hephaistion's shocked eyes burning into him.

"You know what this means don't you?" asked while Alexander nodded, "No horseback riding and solitary confiment for a day." Alexander sighed nodding again.

"Alright, I hope this will be one of the last times this happens Alexander. Really boy, you should do something about that temper of yours. Now, of to bed with you."

Alexander and Hephaistion both bowed slightly before leaving for the dorm rooms. They both walked in silence until they reached their own rooms, happening to be across from each other. Hephaistion stopped in front of his door muttering,

"This doesn't make everything better."

"I know…" whispered Alexander, still feeling terrible, "…I'm sorry…"

Hephaistion sighed deeply before saying, "Thank you." and entered his room, closing the door behind him.

Alexander smiled to himself thinking maybe not all was lost and entered his own room.