Glass Heart | Larry AU

Chapter 2

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Recap: "Louis Tomlinson you have a choice here. you can either take a prison sentence of 4 years or spend the rest of your high school career in a boarding school over here."
"Boarding school sir."
I enter the huge white brick school building with the stone letter engraved with "East Evelyn Boarding School For Male Subs & Doms". My eyes rested on a huge fan of chocolate brown curls. This little lad was different from what I've ever seen before. *
End of Recap ❁

Louis POV

There was something that made Zayn & i click so easily and quickly. Either way, we were the best of friends and it was only my first day. It was Zayn's second year here and he was 17 just like me. Geometry went quickly because we were occupied with talking and intimidating the two twinks in front of us.

"Ill walk you to your class since mine is next door. we have lunch at 11:05 in Green cafe. ill meet you here. see ya" Zayn said before pointing to my door and opening the door to his class. "later zen"

I frowned not seeing a short curly boy in thigh highs and mary janes. Despite me pestering him by kicking the back of his chair and coughing to startle him, I actually wanted him in more of my classes. His shy and innocent nature was enough to intrigue me but not enough to stop my need to tease him.

My thoughts were interrupted by my teacher announcing lunch time. I walked outside the room and continued the walk to the cafe with Zayn already by my side.

I walked in and saw a deli line, a pasta line, a oriental line, a salad line, a pizza line and lastly a snack & drink line throughout. "Holy shit." i gasped looking at all the food pass by kids trays and the smell invigorating my senses.

I never saw so much food in one place. That reminds me, I haven't eaten in a week. The west side only had one single grocery mart but when Mr. Rivera got stabbed everyone's been rotting away quicker than usual.

Zayn laughed and hit my stomach with his hand. "pasta sound good lou lou?" I nodded not being able to talk with the drool threatening to pool out of my mouth.

"Sorry honey you cant have a lunch. Youre new and it looks like your money hasn't transferred from west side yet." a small and pout lunch lady spoke to me with a little too much energy. " What? Im starving. when the hell does the money transfer over?" i said quickly as she took the tray of pasta and garlic bread out of my hand.

"In a week or so im sorry. However, if you have cash you can go to the commissary booth in your correct headquarters after school. Next." she chirped before shooing me off.

I was beyond pissed because not only was i hungry but i didn't plan on spending my "emergency" *cough* drug *cough* money on tastykakes and kool-aid sips. Only unless i got the munchies. Zayn and i sat down on the side that relatively had Doms and a few had subs tucked under their arms.

"M'sorry id share but i really like baked ziti. how bout you take a subs lunch? i do that sometimes." zayn declared with a mouth full of food. "greedy ass. i'd do it but i dont know which lucky candidate to bother." i chuckled and grabbed a noodle from his plate which earned me a fork stab on my knuckles.