— 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏. Time here seemed to pass in fragments, perhaps it was chronological and you didn't notice.

Your mother couldn't stand you anymore (walking r4pe, because she refuses to say that she slept with your father out of pure will), the reason he is a state senator, not president. The state senator hissed that you would learn to be a person (and not to have s3x in a party bathroom), then closed the car door in your face. You laughed; it was better than crying.

Woodsbury High School was the only place your mother didn't pay for, so you had to be accepted. And surprisingly, you were. It smelled of candle wax and Indian incense, and the director was eccentric, but other than that, everything seemed normal. Until her roommate disappeared and never came back, that was after a week.

One day, you were smoking behind the gym, and he appeared. Richard Wallace Hawthorne. You'd heard whispers about him, but you'd never seen him. Well, until now. And god, he was handsome. Not handsome or attractive (like the countless guys who've seen you naked), but he looked like he stepped out of a Renaissance painting.

Richard walked over to stand in front of you. You blew smoke into his little face: you wanted to see a reaction in those dark blue eyes. You saw nothing. "You're new." He told you. You replied that he was strange. He just smiled—or tried to imitate a smile, subtly lifting the corners of his lips. That was enough.

What happened after that can be summed up as: meetings in the library, eating together on the roof, smoking in the dark, solving (or trying to) mysteries in his dorm. No sex, yet. He seemed more interested in using you to find out what the hell was going on at this school. And you let him, because it turned you on more than the college boys.

Tonight seemed different: a full moon and he came to see you. In your dorm.

“I thought about a secret society, but if that's the case, it would be built solely by students. And I refuse to believe that it's them who make this place like this.” Richard said, staring at the ceiling of your room. He was in your bed, looking handsome even in his pajamas.

Well, today would be the day you found out if he was handsome without clothes too.