Ok, thank you for the reviews for the last chapter. Finally I have the next chapter finished so here it is for you. There's a little more to this so I hope you like it, it took me ages to write, just to get it write and not make it all go too fast :D.

Boarding School Hell

Wyatt sat at his desk, looking at his timetable he had picked up earlier on in the day. Geometry first thing Monday, Wyatt stared at the piece of paper he held in his hand, Great, he just hated geometry.

"What's your timetable looking like?" He heard his roommate's voice behind him just before the door shut. The Halliwell turned around, to see the brunette 17-year-old biting into an apple.

"Crap," Wyatt sat back into his chair and watched as his roommate sat at his desk, picking up a piece of paper, "Geometry first thing Monday morning. I can do without that."

Chris Perry looked at his timetable with a smile. Geometry first thing Monday morning, he had exactly the same thing. Maybe that was crap, Chris never liked Geometry either, teh only part of math he could not understand for some reason, but they were both going to be in the same class something Chris liked the idea of.

"What are you majoring in?" Chris looked up to his blonde roommate. He watched as Wyatt's blue eyes were still studying his timetable, he had obviously not heard him. God, did Wyatt look good.

No, Chris, he told himself, he's your roommate. Remember the first rule, never get with your roommate, it can cause hell in this place if you both fall out. But he was finding it hard to resist the temptation, and plus he had already done that once before last year. But still, he had only split up with his girlfriend last week and already he was thinking about someone else…and a bloke at that! But he had cheated on her...Snapping himself out of his thoughts he saw the blonde 17-year-old stand up and grab a towel.

"I'm just going for a shower." Wyatt started walking to the door. He looked back to see Chris watching him carefully. He looked straight into his green eyes, finding the transfixing.

After a few seconds, which seemed like minutes to Chris, the Halliwell finally broke their eye lock, and left for the shower. The brunette male walked to his bed and laid back, closing his eyes. He had to find a way to stop thinking about Wyatt, and fast. But then again it was only the first day, and he was just the new guy, that had to have something to do with the sudden infatuation, he had had the same thoughts last year when he first saw Dane. But everything with Dane was different, he was not sharing a room with him for the whole year, he was with Wyatt.

The sound of the bell ringing sounded down every single corridor in the school, even the dormitory corridors, even though every student should have been out of bed by now. 9am, time for the first lesson.

Wyatt and Chris both made their ways to Geometry from breakfast. Chris had taken it upon himself to make sure Wyatt got to his classes all right today, since it was his first day, little did Wyatt know there was another motive to everything Chris was doing.

"Oh, is he going to be your little lapdog, Perry?" a boy asked, as they both sat down at desks one in front of the other. Perry sat in the one behind Halliwell, mainly so he could stare at the muscles in his back that were standing out from the shirt of the school uniform. Of course, they had to have a school uniform, which made everybody look fat and ugly, but Wyatt Halliwell could pull it off. The grey trousers showed off his toned ass perfectly, and his broad shoulders stood out from underneath the navy blue blazer, when he wore it outside of lessons.

Wyatt looked up at the blacked hair boy sat at the desk to the right of Chris'. All his roommate was doing was staring at the boy and then looked away, rolling his jade green eyes.

"I'm Lee Newns by the way," the boy outstretched a hand to the blonde haired Halliwell, "You're the newbie, right? Halliwell?"

"Wyatt Halliwell, yeah." The 17-year-old answered, shaking the teenager's hand, quickly glancing to Chris to see the look of anger in his eyes.

"A little bird told me you were trying out for the basketball team."

"I was thinking about it."

"Well just so you know, you'll not get on if you hang around with Perry here. I know you can't help sharing a room with him, but don't become his lapdog."

"Lee, get a life, will you?" Chris finally spoke up, a pure look of hate coming from his eyes towards the black haired teenager. Wyatt could tell there were issues between the two boys, and decided to stay out of it.

"You are so easy to wind up, dude," Lee laughed, smugly to the 17-year-old brunette, "You need to loosen up a little. You should ask Ben to give you another hand."

Chris wanted to stand up and say something but the teacher had just walked in. He was not about to get in to any trouble on his first day back for his senior year, no matter how much Lee Newns provoked him. He just hoped Wyatt would ignore a word this jock said.

As the class began, Chris could see Lee pass a piece of paper to Wyatt out of the corner of his eye. Rolling his eyes, he tried to push it to the back of his mind, but it did actually bother him. Lee was his worst enemy, and now he was trying to turn his roommate against him, this was not good. He watched carefully as the blonde teenager in front of him read the note. He waited for him to start writing a note back, but instead the Halliwell put the piece of paper on the desk in front of him and leaned back in the chair, seemingly concentrating on the board. Christopher Perry smiled, maybe it was not going to be as bad as he thought.

"Hey Teapot, where you been?" Speedy shouted as the group sat at the table.

"Random question," Wyatt asked, as he watched the brunette teen sit down, "Why do they call you Teapot?"

The whole table started laughing, just as they were joined by two more teenage boys, who Wyatt had not met yet.

"What's up, boys…" the first boy, an African-American, started as he sat down and then looked at 'Teapot', "And Girls?"

"What's so funny?" The second boy asked.

"Wyatt just asked why Luke was called Teapot." Naff explained, "You've met Wyatt, right?"

"No!" 'Stick', that African-American held out his hand to shake Wyatt's, Wyatt wondered if he was called Stick because he looked like one, being so tall and lanky, "I'm Jack Fox, but you can call me Stick, everybody else does, and this is Ben Davidson."

"Wyatt Halliwell." The blonde haired teen shook the two hands, still waiting for an answer to his question, "So, Teapot's nickname…"

Chris looked at his roommate with a smile, as he took a bite from his pizza, the inquisitive look made him look hot. In fact, any look made him look hot. Wyatt Halliwell was hot!

"It's all to do with some stupid drunken thing." Luke started to explained his nickname to the newbie of the group, but Naff cut in.

"A few little games were played and he had to sing a song…"

"Of his own choice…" Nick interrupted, receiving a nod from the whole table.

"And what did he choose to sing?" Speedy smiled as Luke began to turn a shade of crimson, "I'm a little Teapot, short and stout…" He did not need to say anymore, he could see the nod of understanding coming from Wyatt.

As the bell rang for the end of lunch, the group began to stand up. 45 minutes for lunch seemed to speed by, Wyatt would have been grateful for a little of extra time out of lessons, it was only his first day and he was already trying to find ways of skipping school, which was not so easy with being in a boarding school, there was nowhere to go and hide, expect for the hut.

"So, what's your nickname?" Wyatt asked his roommate, as they both walked to their next lesson. Wyatt managed to look into Chris' green eyes and quickly dodged his gaze. He could hear Chris laugh slightly and then shake his head, out of the corner of his eye, "Is it that bad?"

"I'm sure you'll find out sooner or later," Chris sighed, "And yes, it is that bad. It was started by that all wonderful Lee Newns who you met in Geometry."

The Halliwell mouthed an 'oh' and then nodded his head. It was strange, Wyatt had been a jock in his old school and thought popularity was everything, but now at Trinity Boarding School he had found a group of boys that were not the most popular group in the school but were a good laugh and seemed great friends to each other. He had the chance of joining the popular crowd, but he was going to give it away to hang around with Chris. He still could not put his finger on what it was about Chris that made him want to hang out with him, but part of him did not care.

"So, why did Lee ask if I were your new lapdog?" Wyatt asked, that had completely skipped until now, probably hearing the name Lee brought it back. Both the boys sat at their desks in their next lesson as Chris explained.

"Ok, I'm trying not to freak you out here," Chris sighed, "But, you know they guys yesterday mentioned something about Ben being Bi and then looked at me?" Wyatt simply nodded his head, ideas of where this was going, "Well, me and Ben, we, well, sort of had a little thing going on last year when we were roommates…"

"Thing as in you two were sleeping with each other?" the blonde teen thought it would disgust him, but strangely it did not. It did, however, give him butterflies in his stomach, and the good kind.

"No, no…We never slept with each other, it was a few blow jobs here and there," Chris stopped and looked at Wyatt to see how much more he should really say. Seeing that Wyatt seemed to handle it well, Chris went on, "Lee found out about it and since then went on about me being gay and hiding it with having a girlfriend, and then went on about Ben being my lapdog, doing everything I asked him to, since he was the one giving the blowjobs not me."

"Right." Wyatt nodded his head, frowning slightly, "But you're straight?"

"You're freaked out. I shouldn't have said anything, not on your second day here, anyway." But the Halliwell shook his head and leaned back in his chair.

"Not freaked out…really. Just not expecting it to be honest. A couple of my friends at my old school were gay, it doesn't bother me…I've just, well…"

"Never had to share a room with one?" Chris smirked, Wyatt could see his green eyes glisten, "I'm not gay though, Bi – I think – I'm not sure. I don't know whether it's this place or not, but just a little bit of frustration causes you to do things you wouldn't normally."

Wyatt leaned forward again, feeling the beginnings of a hard-on. How was he getting a hard-on now? He was talking to Chris about whether he was gay or not, how the hell could he get a hard-on? This was crazy! Willing it to go away, he decided to try and change the conversation.

"So, what's this guy like as a teacher? Since you've told me about all the other ones."

So, if x 2, then sub that into there and…

"Oh my God, this is impossible!" Wyatt moaned, throwing his pencil down and putting his head on the desk. He heard a short laugh coming from the other side of the room, and looked around to see Chris watching him.

"You want some help? Algebra is one thing I can do." Chris stood up, grabbing his chair and moving it to his blonde roommate's desk. He looked at the equation, and then at the question in the textbook Wyatt had.

"You've copied the equation down wrong, dude!" Chris suddenly realised.

The Halliwell looked at the textbook and then his own work and groaned, "It still doesn't help me understand the crap."

"Ok, it's simple. All you're doing is making one equation so Y is on the left hand side, and then you sub it into the other equation."

As Chris explained the most simple form of algebra to the younger teen, Wyatt felt his mind trailing to Chris rather than the work. He looked at the Perry's soft, moist lips as he was speaking, thinking what it would be like to kiss him. Feel his lips on his own body…

"Yo! Dude! You listening? No wonder you don't get it, if you don't listen." Chris' fingers snapped in front of Wyatt's blue eyes. The blonde teen shook his head, out of his thoughts, and focused on Chris as a whole. He could see a smirk playing on Chris' face, "Thinking about your ex back home?"

"What makes you think that?"

The Perry shook his head just as there was a yell from down the corridor. Chris looked at his watch, to realise a party was starting in one of the rooms down the hall.

"Ok, we can either go to the hut to finish this off, or we can join the unauthorised party down the hall. Either way if we get caught we're in the shit, but maybe doing work we may get in less shit than joining the party."

The blonde 17-year-old was in two minds. He really wanted to go to the party, get to know more people, but he also wanted to spend some time with just Chris. He had realised this whole day he was starting to like Chris, and in more ways than he really should, in a way that he initially feared.

"Go for the work," Wyatt finally smiled, "I did promise my mom no trouble after all."

"Yeah, I thought your dad said you weren't a scout though?" Chris rolled his eyes as he stood up, thankful that Wyatt wanted to go to the hut. This meant more time to get closer to him, "Follow me." The brunette stated once both boys had put a few things in their bags. Chris climbed out of the window and shimmied down the side of the building, using the moss and the drainpipe, looking up halfway down to see his roommate following him. Once they had got to the ground, they made their way to the abandoned hut.

Straight away, Chris pulled out his packet of cigarettes and lit up, again offering Wyatt one. This time, the Halliwell took the offer now that there was only Chris here to realise he had never smoked before.

"You wanna get on with it?" Chris asked, looking into Wyatt's blue eyes. All he wanted to do was kiss him, but he could not. One, this guy was completely straight and two, he was his roommate. There was an unwritten rule of never getting with your roommate, and even though it never stopped Chris and Ben last year, what they had was only casual. Chris had never had the butterflies in his stomach with Ben like he did now for Wyatt.

"Let's get on with it. I do need to get this sometime this year."

An hour and half later, and Wyatt was finally grasping the idea of algebra. His 17-year-old roommate had managed to explain it in ways that he would understand, rather than a teacher having to teach to a class of different abilities.

"Crap!" Chris said, as he looked at his watch, "We have headcount in ten minutes, better get back." As Perry reached out for his pencil he had put on the text book, Wyatt was reaching for the textbook, their hands touching, sending shivers down both the boys' spines.

Chris looked at the blonde teen, into his blue eyes again, this time seeing a hint of lust. Pushing away his anxiety, he moved closer to Wyatt, letting their lips touch.

Wyatt felt Chris' soft lips meet his, but never pulled away. Instead he returned the kiss, opening his lips to allow Chris' tongue access to explore the unknown territory. The Halliwell felt his roommate pull away, so opened his eyes to find himself looking into a pair of sea green eyes.

"We should go." Chris whispered, not wanted to leave now, not knowing whether they would continue this back in their room. Wondering whether they really should continue this back in their room.

"Yeah," Wyatt agreed, his lips tingling from the kiss, "Before they find out."

The two teenagers had just got into their room and got to their respective beds as there was a short knock at the door and the on-duty teacher opened the door. Wyatt smiled as the teacher looked at him and gave a short wave as he left, leaving the two boys looking at each other in silence.

Just as Chris was about to say something, Naff and Luke walked into the room.

"Where were you two?" Naff asked, jumping onto Chris' bed with him.

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't hear the party down the hall?" Chris looked to his roommate and then back at his two friends.

"I was helping Wyatt with his algebra," well, it was a half-truth, "We both decided it was more important."

"You decided work was more important than a party? You been for a smoke too?" Teapot piped up, smelling the smoke from the two boys.

"Yeah, went down to the hut." The elder of the four boys nodded, "Since the party was going on."

"Well come down in five minutes, the party's getting started back up now Tomlin is gone." Naff said, as he and Luke started to leave the room.

"Maybe." The brunette nodded to his two friends, smiling as they left. He turned his attention to Wyatt, realising there was going to be some awkwardness between them both, "So…"

"So…" Wyatt watched, waiting for Chris to say something to him. Chris had been in this situation before, he himself had not.

"The kiss, back there, I'm sorry if it freaked you out," the Perry was at a loss for words, "If you want to forget about it just tell me and…"

"I don't want to forget about it," Wyatt admitted, "But I'm not sure…I'm just…well…"

"Confused?" The youngest nodded his head, leaning on the headboard of the bed, "Yeah, I know how you feel. Been there before, dude."

"How did you cope with it?"

"I just did whatever felt right." Chris shrugged, trying to make it sound casual, even though it was not. This was not an everyday thing, even in Trinity Boarding School.

Wyatt sighed carefully and then looked into his roommates eyes, "What if that felt right?"

The eldest teenager bit his bottom lip with a slight smirk, as he sighed, "Did it?" Seeing a nod from his roommate, Chris walked over to the bed and sat near him, "Then we'd best do it again." Chris placed his hand gently on Wyatt's cheek as their lips met for the second time that night.

ok, so the story is getting on with it now :D so review review review, please?