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."

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"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.

Lana's Point of View

Fuck, I always knew that I would have problems with Xavier. He is a smart person, and if he constantly asked me such questions, I would be found out in no time.

From the look of things, he is also a light sleeper, because I could swear that he was asleep-I was only lucky I hadn't started to undress, or he would have caught me red-handed.

My feet were rooted in confusion as I stared back at the wooden door. Even though Xavier had gone back to bed, I didn't have the confidence to leave or continue with what I was about to do.

Either of whatever I choose to do would only confirm his suspicion, and I can't risk being caught in the first week of my resumption. If he finds out, how do I even get him to keep it a secret? My heart pounded in my chest as my mind screamed continuously at me.

I couldn't take the gamble to just bathe with the door wide open, because what if he decides to come back, or even worse, what if this time Noah wakes up? I shook my head. That would be even more disastrous.

I can still take my chance with Xavier, and for now, he was only being suspicious. I just have to avoid him from now on, and do things that wouldn't make him as suspicious.

A small scream escaped my lips as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom. I was startled by the figure in front of me, and I only relaxed when I confirmed that it was just Xavier. What the hell is wrong with him?

Is he some sort of vampire? Why is he creeping around the room?

I blinked, noticing that he was shirtless again, and his pants hung loosely along his hip line.

Don't look. Don't look.

I warned myself, but my eyes had sinfully flickered down along his body, noticing and cramming every line and curve on it.

"What is it?" He asked not so curiously, and my eyes quickly darted towards Noah on the bed-thankfully, he was still sleeping like a log.

"You startled me." I took a step back, my back pressing against the door as I struggled to meet his gaze this time around.

My heart pounded in my chest when he suddenly neared me; every nerve ending in my body was screaming as he got even closer. Fuck, the scent of his masculinity flooded into my nose. He reached for me, my heart stopped, about to be sent into arrest.

Was he about to hug me? Or kiss me?

I blushed hard at the thought, but my daydream soon ended when he suddenly shoved me to the side.

"Xavier," I blurted, and he stopped in his tracks, turning towards me.

"I dressed up early because I am going to the library." I lied. "I'm not hiding anything from you."

"Okay." He simply shrugged and then disappeared into the bathroom.

I skipped towards my study table, shoving books and stationery inside my bag, and I left the room at lightning speed, before Xavier could come out.

"What am I even doing in a place like this?" I asked myself curiously. How do I convince Xavier that I am not a girl when my heart literally jumps at the sight of him? "I should have just listened to Dad and stayed home. I would have taken more part-time jobs and paid for my tuition."

Speaking about my father, I am quite worried about him, and since the last conversation I had with him before leaving home was an argument. I wonder how he is doing, and the twins, too.

I should speak to them tonight, once the day is over.

I should have carried the school handbook along with me. I don't know where the library is, but I think I overheard someone saying there was a newly built library on the third floor, which is close to the VIP dorm area.

My eyes followed every single name tag on the door until I found the library.

I opened the door, and my eyes met the blue eyes that belonged to Christian Blackwood. They commanded me to freeze, and I did.

My brain once again went into a frenzy, and my soul left my body-I didn't even know I could do such magical things, what else? Am I going to levitate, shape-shift, or fly?

What the hell is someone like him doing in the library, so early in the morning? I had three options.

One is to close the door gently, as if I didn't see him, and just leave.

Two, proceed to the library without any care in the world.

Three, vanish into thin air, because this is probably the safest thing to do at this point.

Since I couldn't vanish, and I didn't have the balls to be in the same room with Christian, I decided to go with option one. I tried to shut the door, and damn hell, this bastard wouldn't let me.

He held the door, and he yanked me inside using my necktie. He slammed the door, then slammed me against it.

"You must have a lot of balls to come here after avoiding me." He grabbed my jaw roughly, the corner of his mouth lifting with a satisfied smirk.

"I-I didn't know you would be here." I stuttered; I should have just stayed in the room with Xavier. "If you unhand me, I will leave."

"The point is you're not supposed to just leave." His voice was deep and calm, as his eyes searched my face for something. "When do you plan to take back your cafeteria pass? Or did you just leave it with me to avoid me?"

"I told you I can't pay for your coat." I reminded him. "If I had eight thousand dollars, I wouldn't be in a scholarship program."

His eyes narrowed at me, contemplating, judging me and my excuse, as if poverty wasn't a good excuse, and then he let out a stiff sigh.

"Okay, then I have a better offer for you." He muttered as he took his hands away from my sides. "If you can't pay in cash, then you should pay in kind."

My eyes narrowed at this handsome lunatic in front of me. This just confirmed my suspicion that he is indeed gay. It's no wonder he was looking at Xavier weirdly during their confrontation.

"What kind of man are you?" I asked curiously. "Just because you have preferences doesn't mean everyone else looks at the world through your lenses."

"What the hell are you talking about?" He seemed genuinely confused, and that made me even angrier. He doesn't have the right to feign ignorance when he was the one who made the suggestion.

"I am a bit flattered that you find me attractive, but I won't sleep with you, because I am not gay," I told him sternly. "It's my mistake that I ruined your coat, but I won't subject myself to humiliation just because I owe you."