No Academy (boyxboy)

Chapt 4.

His voice was recognisably fried, although now hardly straining above a whisper. His jaw was swollen on the left side.

"Stop looking at me mad and answer." That snapped Waylon out of his staring and he dropped his suitcase handle. It clattered to the wooden floor and both parties cringed at the noise. Stop being weird, he cursed himself.

"I'm Waylon, your roommate." He gagged a bit on the sentence, tongue feeling heavy.

"They put me with the new guy? For fucks sake..." The taller male sighed standing up, grabbing a white t-shirt off his bed and putting it on, "at least close the door, it's fucking freezing." He spoke with annoyance, directing an open hand to the door.

Waylon closed it behind himself and muttered an apology. He stood at the door awkwardly as the other boy moved to pick up some of his stuff, throwing it to his side of the room.

"Uhm, sorry I didn't get your name?"

"I didn't tell you." Waylon felt a lump grow in his throat. He didn't know what was the correct decision in this place, the guy was clearly pissed from the altercation earlier. The shorter boy was hoping he would get out of this with out being on the end of those scabbed knuckles.

The man approached him and suddenly the room felt much, much smaller. Waylon breathed deeply, the guy was backlit by the window across from them—a darkness shadowed his face. He reached up a hand, and flicked the main light on, "chill out, it's Harlow."

Waylon hadn't even noticed the room was only illuminated by lamp beforehand. As Harlow walked back to his bed, it stroke familiarity to Waylon.

Harlow was the guy Markus told him to avoid, the dude who gets in fights and is seemingly a total dick. And Waylon was stuck with him for the whole year.

A groan almost escaped his lips, "Uh, not to y'know bother you..." Harlow barely looked up from his phone, side eyeing the boy, "but uhh I have a storage code or something. I'm meant to put my stuff away..." he trailed off. Suddenly wishing he'd just waited for Harlow to leave in the morning to find it himself.

"Don't bother, my shit takes up both."

"So where do I—?"

"I don't care." He shrugged sarcastically smiling with wide eyes and Waylon submitted to shoving his suitcase under his bed with a huff. Planting face first onto the bed. There was a half wall separating the two, acting as some mockery for "privacy". Waylon stared at the wall, his hoody felt hot and his bangs were stuck to his forehead. The piercing in his tongue was pulled between his teeth. Actions had consequences, and clearly his consequence was being stuck with Harlow. Brain pounding in its skull, he knew no sleep would come that night.

He heard a staff member yell something and suddenly the lights were off, someone came around to make sure they were both in there and the door would remain closed. His stomach churned and he realised missing lunch and dinner was probably not a good idea.

Waylon took out his phone, he had one message. It was from Markus, he forgot about their number exchange earlier.

'You good? Missed dinner. Msg me ur dorm number, I'll meet you tomorrow.' Waylon didn't respond, shutting the phone off. The only light left in the room was minimal, coming from his extremely kind and generous roommate phone and the gaps in the window blinds.