Hello darlings, so here is as promised chapter two but before we get into that there is one little note I have to make. This story is set mainly at a school in America, however my only knowledge of the American school system is from television. So if I get something wrong feel free to point it out and I will try to fix it in later chapters.

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Chapter Two: Secrets, Stars and Schemes

Wharton's Academy for boys was much like any other boarding school in the world. There were the classes and the obligatory homework, that seemed to multiply whenever no-one was looking. The food was horrible and the company not much better. Of course the majority of the boys in residence came from wealthy backgrounds, some were old money others new, some were the sons of ambassadors, politicians or celebrities. There was even (although it had never been confirmed) the son or two of Mafia families and drug lords. The elite clientele of the school were attracted by the schools stringent privacy and security policies.

For Alan Wharton Academy was a prison gift wrapped in a pretty package complete with a gift card and big bow. Classes put him to sleep and the wardens, sorry, teachers existed to torture him with their dull monotones and disapproving glares. Homework got lost and forgotten despite his best intentions. As for friends, well he had Fermat and there was the odd person that he would greet in the hall or chat with in the classes that Fermat didn't take with him. Sure there were the suck-ups and sycophants that were attracted by his family name, wanting an in with the famous Tracy's, but neither Alan or Fermat gave them much mind. On the whole Alan didn't fit in with the elitist crowd, not that he tried overly hard to make friends, after all he had Fermat.

The problem with this view became apparent on nights such as this. Fermat was in short a mini genius, not so surprising really considering who his father was, but this meant that he was in a lot of the advanced classes, even some he attended with the older years. Oh of course Alan was happy for Fermat, that he did so well and enjoyed his classes, even if he personally couldn't see the attraction. Only he could get lonely sometimes when Fermat would be busy or in class.

Rolling over in a half-hearted attempt to smoother himself with his pillow Alan slowly released a sigh. Really he had to get out of this room before his thoughts started to sound even more pitiful and pathetic. He had almost reached the level of angst found so often in teenage novels, this would not do, not at all. All he seemed to do lately was mope and brood, yeah that would be useful in proving his worth to the family, 'hey dad, look I can brood better then the Salvatore's or even the Winchester brothers! Aren't you just so proud?'. Yeah he could see that one happening. Actually he would probably be more concerned that Alan knew who the Salvatore's were, but it wasn't his fault that Tin-tin adored that show. What was it with girls and vampires anyway? With a rough shake of his head, as if to dispel all headache inducing quandaries that the mystery of a woman's psyche presented, Alan rolled of the bed and slipped his feet into the shoes that lay carelessly by the door, before making his way out of the dorms.

Quietly, Alan strolled through the corridors and stairways, the route having become instinctual over time. On the island when Alan needed to escape, or just be on his own he could easily lose himself on the beach or the cliffs or the forest. School was not so simple, though stress and habit demanded a place that was just his, somewhere secure and safe. So Alan had several places in which he could escape to, even when Fermat wasn't at an extra class or late night study group, some things he just couldn't bring himself to tell the other boy.

His arrival at a small room at the very top of the school pulled Alan out of his thoughts. The room was old part the original buildings and safe for Alan's use because it seemed to be generally forgotten. It was dusty, filled with a few broken desks and old filling cabinets. Obviously used more as a attic space then a classroom or dorm nowadays. Pulling a half eaten packet of skittles from one of the desks Alan walked to the window and pulled it open before climbing out onto the roof with a practised ease. He settled half laying, half sitting against a chimney as he popped a skittle in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he study the clear night sky above him. This was his favourite place to go at night, and so far he had never been caught, Alan was fascinated with the stars. He had been since he was a child and would listen intently as John told him their names and stories. It had been a long time since he and John had talked about the stars, but sitting here, sucking on skittles and trying to pick out the different stars and constellations with their different names like Sirius, Cygnus and Orion, had never failed to calm him and settle his restlessness or anger.

Alan supposed this was because they made him feel close to his family, in a way he had stopped feeling a long time time ago. Regardless of the reasons however it made the perfect place to plot and plan. Alan was determined he would prove himself, the question was how to start.

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