Mercy High

Intro

Aleksandr Marchant groaned from the light that was seeping through the blinds, rolling over on his side to block the sunlight.
His eyes snapped open when he felt a hand slowly slide across his waist.

This wasn't his room.
This wasn't his house.

Aleks slowly slid out of the loose grip and turned to face his fucker.
All he remembered was going into the bar.

Aleks wasn't surprised that he got a booty call last night, he was used to that. But what did surprise him was that his once bright blue hair had died down to a lighter blue since the last time he looked at himself in the mirror.
It was 8:24 AM, about half way through first period. He didn't care. Well, actually he did.
If he skipped one class then he would get suspended, which was awfully boring.
Aleks ran his hand through his hair as he realized that he wouldn't make it if he got to his house to get ready.

The Russian shifted through the drawer of the man who had became his fuck buddy last night, pulling out a plaid button up and khaki jeans, putting them on.
The shirt was long and wrinkled so Aleks just rolled up the sleeves, wandering about the room the find his lug boots.
Aleks then proceeded to do all the necessary hygiene protocols and dashed out of the house.
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Kevin had woken up at 5 AM to get ready for the day.
He was the nervous type, now extra nervous by the fact he would be starting a new school. He couldn't go to sleep that night and had to take a few sleeping pills to help him.
It was 7:37 AM now and Kevin was already dressed and ready to go.
He had double checked everything, black dress shoes polished, black jeans brushed clean of any falling hair from his cat Hoax, red sweater wrinkle free and glasses placed upon his face were even.
He was set.

Kevin had a rich family, a rich goody-two-shoes family.
Kevin sighed and repositioned his big backpack.
He's already had breakfast, took a shower, brushed hair and teeth. Deodorant. Dressed. He had everything. He was good.

Kevin had to keep reminding himself that.
He was alright, he was gonna be fine.
He sighed when he realized he should start the long walk to his new school, walking out the front door.
.o.
James' alarm clock blared as he growled and slammed it off, laying in the silence for just a few seconds before lifting himself free from the blankets.

He wouldn't even go to school if it weren't for the girls and football.
And he needed a football scholarship, it was his dream.
Speaking of football, James Wilson was the star quarter back of his schools team, and had slept with every cheerleader on the team. Even a few from other teams.
James silently slipped on a black hoody and baggy blue jeans with a beanie before doing the necessary procedures of the day and walking out the door with his book bag and phone.
.^.
Eddie had to go to school early so he could be the first to be able to turn his lyrics in.
Everyone in the music class was very competitive and Eddie always loved to be first.
So there he sat in the cold, sun barely up.
He had on a purple t shirt with black jeans.
Impatiently tapping his foot, mumbling the lyrics he and his band had created.
He had this one boy in his band, Aleks, pretty attractive, good with a bass, and a excellent voice.
He was Eddies backup and it amazed Eddie at how the younger boys voice rang.