No Academy (boyxboy)

Chapt 2.

The halls were reminiscent of the office, bare and worn. The pair walked linearly and at a casual pace. Waylon made effort to peak at the few passing windows and see the outside area. He'd noted an unkept lawn, a basketball court and some sporadic garden structures. Markus so far had been silent, par offering him some gum—putting emphasis on hiding it if any teachers passed. Waylon refused, even thought he actually wanted some, his nerves gave him immediacy in thought and speech.

Markus came to a halt in his stride, stopping the two of them. They'd come up to a large wooden door, which had something religious carved above it which had worn faded. "This is the common room, after our tour I'll show you it," Markus gestured with his shoulder, "free period and off days most people go in here." He pushed the door slightly and let Waylon take a peak inside.

He only saw a couple bean bags and a couch, no students. Markus nodded, "Everyone's probably at lunch, in the library or outside right now," he glanced at the watch on his wrist, "yeah it's eleven thirty right now, lunch goes for forty minutes."

The door creaked to a close and Markus turned to face Waylon, "Say, did you get a schedule or..?"

"Oh no, was I meant to ask or something?"

Markus smiled patting the tallers arm, "Nah, the office clown should've given it to you. Don't stress he barely remembers anything."

"Yeah he had no idea I was coming today." Waylon jested.

"Fuck off," The other eyes widen, his smile following suit, "so that's why they grabbed me! And here I thought they just adored how responsible I was."

Waylon shot him a sympathetic smile, a humorous air growing between the two. "What should I expect from my schedule then?"

"Normally we do five classes a day, and then two choice subjects like art or extra sport shit," He pointed a thumb toward his chest, "I do track in the afternoons and my roommate does writing class."

Waylon's eyes widened, his brows travelling up his face, "roommate?"

"Holy shit they told you nothing , hey?"

"No..."

The pair began their leisurely walk again, "it's two guys per room, you'll see yourself most rooms are split down the middle." Markus waved his hands in the general direction of some class rooms, dictating their different purposes. "You'll be put with someone in the same year level as you, we take ten too like...some post grad years."

"Okay..." Waylon's head felt a bit fuzzy from all the information, he hadn't slept well the previous night and was finding himself foggy.

"If you have any questions do share," Markus tossed a look to the other, "I'd like to think I'm not the worst in here, so really I don't mind helping you out."

Waylon nodded.

"I remember first rocking up here when I was fifteen, I had knob head in the office touring me." He shook his head in frustration, "the guy loves himself, avoid him if you can he'll talk your ear off."

Again Waylon nodded, thankful for Markus' little rant. It eased him and filled the silence. In general conversation picked up between the pair as the tour continued. They rarely passed other students, the canteen was apparently down the back end near the exit to the outside area. Waylon had been shown the humanities classes, the library, the STEM areas and an array of other classrooms and facilities. The school also had a flurry of storage units, which pertained to extra utilities and confiscated items.