Lana's Point of View

I just stood there wordlessly as I watched this guy go off with my pass. I was unable to stop him because he was bigger and stronger than me, and I didn't want to risk being found out on my first day.

I can't survive school without my cafeteria pass... the students are entitled to three free meals in a day, but you can't have a meal without the pass. Which means I will be unable to get any food until I can get back my pass from him.

And that equals one thing-Starvation.

"Hey..." I jerked slightly when I heard someone's voice from behind me. I turned towards the dark-haired boy who was standing behind me. "Are you lost?"

He was only a few inches taller than me, with more rounded features compared to the guy that just left me, his grey eyes narrowed as he neared me.

"Um, yeah, kind of," I answered, and his eyes sized me up and down as if I were a puzzle that he was trying to solve.

"Are you one of the students who got in through the scholarship?"

I nodded hurriedly.

"Where are you going?" he asked, unimpressed.

"I am going to the Zenith Hall."

"I am going there too, let's go." He offered, he wasn't polite, but he wasn't rude either, and I had no reason to refuse his help.

I was indeed lost.

"Do you know the guy who was talking to you?" He asked suddenly again, and I shook my head. "Did you get into a fight with him?"

"No, I don't know him, and I don't think it was a fight," I confessed, my eyes fell to his coat that was folded in my hands. "I bumped into him, and I spilled something on his coat. He refused to just settle for an apology, and he wants me to pay for the coat."

"And how much is the coat?" He inquired again.

"Um, he said eight thousand."

"Damn...Too bad for you." He tut. "I don't think he will just let it go; that guy is kind of a big shot in here."

Great, now I need someone else to tell me just how fucked I am now.

"Being on his bad side on your first day might not be so good for you. I suggest you find a means to pay back for the coat or make it up to him. That or life might be difficult for you." He explained, and I felt anger bubble in my chest.

"It wasn't entirely my fault. Why would he make life difficult for me because of a harmless mistake?" I complained under my breath.

The boy beside me chortled mockingly.

"Well, for your information, that is Christian Blackwood, the son of Dr. Robert Blackwood JNR." The moment I heard the last name, I felt my heart stop all function, and an unfamiliar pain started in the pit of my stomach. "Rules don't apply to him here, and this is the little I can do for you as a senior here."

He then pointed towards the building before us.

"This is Zenith Hall. I hope you get your shits sorted out."

*****

My heart pounded erratically in my chest as I held onto the doorknob leading to my dorm, which I would be sharing with two other boys. The thoughts faded when the door suddenly opened.

"Hm?" A blonde boy was standing just a few inches away from me. He held the doorknob, seems like he was about to leave the room. Our eyes met, and then he asked. "Are you our last roommate?"

My eyes quickly flickered to the number on the door just to be sure, before I nodded slowly.

"Welcome home..." He seemed pretty excited by my presence. "Who would have thought they would bring such a cute, feminine-looking boy to be our roommate?"

I took a step back, but he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me inside. I stumbled backwards, quickly putting a distance between us.

My eyes darted around to take in my environment, but when it got to the single bed at the farthest end of the room, I felt my heart stop again.

But for the first time today, my heart isn't stopping due to panic, but from total admiration. There was a beautiful male figure sitting majestically on the bed, his long legs crossed over the other as he quietly read a book, uninterested in the chaos going on in the room.

I blushed furiously at the sight of this sexually appealing man.

"What is your name?" This blonde's voice cut through my thoughts again, and my eyes flickered back to his icy blue eyes that stared into the depths of my soul.

"L-Alan." I corrected myself quickly. "Alan Rowan."

"Even your voice is soft like a girl's." He squealed, his eyes and voice were filled with a child-like wonder, and then he walked me towards the bunk and draped an arm over my shoulder. "I am Noah Walker, and I hope we get along."

He embraced me boldly, and I know that he didn't mean any disrespect; he is only touching me because he thinks I am a boy like him.

I hoped he wouldn't feel the bindings around my chest. I stepped away from him with a nervous smile on my face.

"Thank you. It's nice to meet you, too, Noah." My eyes stylishly darted in the direction of the other roommate.

"Will you like to take the top bunk or the lower bunk?" He asked politely before he pointed to the sexy boy who was lying on the single bed. "Meanie over there already chose a bed before we came, so we have to share this one."

Noah's fingers swept into his hair.

"Naturally, to bond as roommates, we are supposed to play a game of rock, paper, scissors, the winners get the single bed-but he is grumpy much; wouldn't even tell me his name." I paused for a while as my eyes flickered back to the direction of the hot guy who behaved like we weren't even in the room.

His concentration was as solid as concrete, even Noah's deep and loud voice was unable to break it, and it made me curious about the book he was reading-It must be so interesting.

"Can I stay on the upper bunk?" I asked hopefully.

Lana's Point of View

We all have classes early this morning, so I woke up earlier. I got up from my bed by 5:30, climbed down the ladder from the bunk.

I picked up the uniform that I hung in the closet and tiptoed to the bathroom, making sure that I was quiet enough not to wake anyone up.

I turned on the lock as soon as I got inside for guaranteed protection. I can't let anyone catch me naked while I bathe.

Especially not Noah, anyone but Noah. I don't even want to imagine his reaction.

I took my bath as quickly as I could, changing into my uniform, double-checking myself to see that everything was fine in the mirror.

My breasts were well hidden, and any other signs of my femininity were tucked away.

"Ah!" A small scream of surprise escaped my lips as I opened the door.

My other roommate was standing in front of the door, his hands tucked in the pockets of his loose pants, his jet-black hair framing his beautiful green eyes that resembled the sea.

I was so startled by his presence that I felt my legs stumble back, and I lost my footing. He dramatically caught me before I could fall; he held me by the small of my back as he steadied me.

His palms brushed the binding around my back, and his eyes narrowed at me.

"T-Thank y-you." I stammered as I quickly escaped from his grip, about to leave the bathroom, his huge frame blocked my path, refusing to grant me freedom.

"Did you get dressed in the bathroom?" He asked suspiciously, his voice was soft, smooth, and velvety like melted butter. "It's just some minutes past six in the morning, and you are completely dressed?"

My brain turned off the instant he questioned me; I was unable to find any excuse.

"Huh, um..." I stammered. "Um... I like to be punctual."

"Maybe next time, you won't lock the door?" My panicked eyes followed him as he strolled towards the bathroom sink. "I needed to use the bathroom too, but I had to wait. There are three shower tops, enough for us to bathe together, unless you are hiding something."

My breath hitched again, but I said nothing. He is suspicious of me already; he threw that statement as a trap. Depending on what I say, he might try to investigate further.

"I apologize, I am still just a little nervous," I muttered. "And I didn't have the confidence to take a shared bath."

****

"Uh, are you all done dressing up?" Noah asked as he stirred from his bed. I was at my study table as I stole glances at my other roommate while he dressed. "Why didn't anyone wake me up? It's fifteen minutes to seven. I am going to be late for class."

He suddenly flew from the bed, taking off his clothes as he ran into the bathroom. My eyes flickered back to my fingers as I could now feel my other roommates' gaze burning through me.

My heart pounded in my chest. He was suspicious of me, so I couldn't let my guard down.

We all left the room together. Noah has drawing classes today. The only person who was having science with me was my other hot roommate, whom I already have a crush on, and that meant we would have to go to class together.

"Um... Hi." I started, and only then did he glance in my direction.

I guess that's a yes, he is open to speaking.

"I apologize for locking the bathroom door earlier and taking all the time to bathe." I apologized. "I won't be so selfish next time."

"Well, as long as you understand, it is fine." He simply muttered, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

"What is your name?" I asked, and the moment his eyes met mine, I felt my breathing stop again.

I squealed internally... he is just so handsome!

"Xavier." He answered as quickly as I asked. I was about to ask another question when I bumped into something, or rather someone.

And almost immediately, the phone the person was holding fell to the ground face-first.

I jumped back almost immediately as my eyes recognized the boy in front of me, his blue eyes softened when they recognized me too.

"Is bumping into people some kind of fetish for you, femboy?" he muttered with a smirk as he reached down to pick up his phone.

Silence stretched between us as he glanced at his phone screen that now had a huge crack; he tilted his head to one side. "What are we going to do about my phone screen? Yesterday it was my coat, today it's my phone-how do you intend to pay?"

Fuck, why does trouble keep surrounding me? Why do I keep bumping into this lunatic?

"I..." I trailed off when he suddenly poked my shoulders. He towered over me oppressively, and I stared up at his very handsome face that made me blush.

"Do I have to take your blazer or demand your entire school uniform this time around and parade you naked around the school?"

Xavier suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me behind him protectively. He stepped towards Christian in a face-off.

They both looked so hot as they stood, and my heart began thumping wildly in my chest. Christian was slightly taller than Xavier, but the two looked quite similar.

Christian was giving off the billionaire Playboy type, while Xavier gave off a cold, but possessive boyfriend type.

I mean, it's not every day hot guys fight over you, even though you are pretending to be a boy.

"That is enough," Xavier told him sternly. "This is your fault; you were on your phone while walking."

"Well, I don't remember this being any of your business." Christian retorted calmly, with a playful smirk at the edge of his mouth. He seemed to be enjoying this.

And it made me wonder if he was gay. Does he like Xavier?

"It is my business," Xavier interrupted sharply. "Alan is with me, and if you have a problem with him, you have one with me."

Heat flushed my cheeks.

Will I be caught in the middle of a gay romance between two boys? Except that I am a girl, and it would be-shut up! I snapped internally. I don't think this was all about me; there seemed to be some sort of tension between them.

Do they perhaps know each other?

A small smile tugged at Christian's face. This devilishly handsome bastard's eyes then flickered towards me, and I jolted from fear.

He leaned in, his face only a centimeter away from mine.

"Don't forget, I still have your pass, and depending on whether you are a good boy or not, I might be holding it for longer." His voice was a sultry whisper that made goosebumps rise in my skin. "Do you understand me?"

I nodded, and he smirked again, this time his hands slipping into my hair to ruffle it.

"Good boy." His voice was a deep rumble that made a pulse run through my core.

Yup, coming to an all-boys school was a mistake. I realized the only enemy I have is my raving ovaries.

Christian then sent a playful glare at Xavier before waltzing off.

Xavier's Point of View

I had a deep, unsettling feeling about this roommate of mine. I rarely get this restless or suspicious about people, but Alan Rowan?

There is just something about him that seemed off, but I just couldn't figure it out, and this thick mystery that settled on him made me very curious.

One, he feels and smells very strange, mind you, almost feminine.

I recognize the scent of that shampoo anywhere; it's the same one my nanny uses. What kind of boy would use a woman's shampoo? And if you add that to the fact that he took his bath two hours before class, and dressed up in the bathroom as well.

It was strange, very strange.

He was relatively shorter than normal, with soft, feminine features, and a voice that doesn't feel deep most times, but I have met boys like that before; maybe he is one of those boys. I walked back to my dorm as soon as class was over.

Alan went off first. He went to look for Noah; they seemed to have gotten close during the previous night-they stayed up the entire night chattering.

The dorm was empty when I got in, and then my eyes flickered towards the study table designated for each of us. I could see Alan's backpack on his table, and my eyes narrowed.

"Alan?" I called out, but there was no response. I walked towards the bathroom, knocked, but there was no response.

I hesitantly opened the door, but the bathroom was empty.

"Great, there is no one in the room."

I dropped my books on the table, staring hard at the backpack-it is wrong to touch his things, but then I am so curious.

I need to know the mystery behind him.

Tossing common sense out of the window, I grabbed the backpack and zipped it open, my eyes flickering towards the door to ensure no one was coming while I ransacked it. It was just books, pens, sticky notes, and many other things.

"Now, I feel like a fucking stalker-" I froze when my eyes met with a packet; lime green with bold headings, soft girl sanitary pad. I took it out to be sure that I wasn't seeing things.

Just as I was about to open it, I heard footsteps. I quickly slipped the packet back in the bag before sprinting towards my bed, plopping on it. I shut my eyes tightly the moment the door opened. My heart pounded vigorously in my chest, not because I was almost caught, but because of what I had just found.

What the hell is a sanitary pad doing in a boy's bag?

Wait... why am I even thinking about this? It could belong to his sister-that is a more logical conclusion.

The other unreasonable one would be that Alan was a girl.

"What do you mean he took your cafeteria pass?" I heard Noah's voice, and I turned to the side, slamming my face into the pillow. "Imagine being bullied on your first day. We can go get it together if you want."

"He seems scary. I don't think we are a match for him." Alan's voice said gently. "Even Xavier tried to defend me earlier, but the stuck-up jerk isn't someone who would yield."

I remained silent, pretending to be asleep, until I finally drifted off into a real deep sleep.

I winced slightly when I suddenly heard footsteps, my eyes pried open, my head whipped towards the noise, and sleep cleared out of my eyes when I noticed it was Alan sneaking around again.

Curiously, I became still in my bed as I watched him intently. He grabbed his uniform again, and he entered the bathroom.

That was when I got out of bed, and before he could lock the door, I grabbed the knob and pushed it.

Alan's eyes went wide with fear and surprise.

"X-Xavier..." He stumbled back in panic as I entered the bathroom and locked us in.

"Are you trying to get dressed in the bathroom again?" I asked, curiously pointing to the clothes in his hands, I have to get to the bottom of this.

I need to know if he is a boy or a girl.

"Two hours before class again?"

"I don't think I can share the bath." He confessed; his voice shook, and confidence waned.

"Even if you are shy, why not wait until morning? Why are you trying to get dressed in your school when it's barely 5 in the morning, we have classes by eight, something isn't adding up, care to explain?"

Silence settled on us, the air was thick with tension, and as I walked him towards the wall, every single little detail was a hint, his voice, his eyes, the way he speaks and acts-they were all girly.

And I am certain of what my answer was already.

"Are you hiding something from us, Alan?" I want him to confess it by himself, tell it to my face now that I have caught him.

"No, I am not." He still lied. "There is no rule that says I can't bathe earlier for my class."

True.

I pulled back.

"Is there something you are accusing me of?" Now, he is trying to lure me to see if I suspect him.

It's only wise to drop the issue; I wouldn't want to draw attention to him or her.

"Sorry, I misunderstood." I turned on my heels, walking back to the room. I don't want to be wrapped up in some disaster. If she is here pretending to be a boy, then it must be for a good reason.

As long as no one gets hurt, it's none of my business.

The only problem I would be having is the strange desires that seemed to stir whenever he is close to me. I felt a certain part of my body harden, growing very uncomfortable--it's been so long since I have relieved myself, I might not have a choice but to do that.

It's quite shameful that I was attracted to him while I thought he was a boy, but I felt slightly better that I know Alan is, in fact, a girl.