{Archer} 2/.
I didn’t go to my room; I was still thinking about last night, with that boy, that smart funny, good looking boy, the first boy that I’d ever found smart, funny and good looking. Would I ever see him again? What would I do if I ever saw him again? How would I react? The ride to school gave me time to think about all these things. It also gave me time to freak out about the New Year.
I got to school with time to spare before chapel and went to the deans, my grandfather, office to ask about where I would be rooming. I was desperately hoping for a single but I knew I wouldn’t get one, juniors rarely did, the only junior to get one was my perfect brother Thomas, he was good at everything, he was smart, was friends with the right people; he was the first sophomore to make captain of the lacrosse and rugby teams; he did all that while managing to get straight As on his finals. Hopefully Granddad would want to keep the ball rolling and give me a single too; probably not.
I walked into the large foyer of Blakely the two large connecting stairwells dominated the area ahead, beneath them two heavy mahogany doors with lead to my grandfather’s office. No one was around; I knocked on the door and opened it before a reply came. “Granddad, are in there?” I slid through the gap I’d made in the doors. “Welcome back to Blakely, Archer. How has Thomas been?” My grandfather was seated behind his table. I tried not to roll my eyes, every year after some sort of break from the pit of eternal suffering that is Blakely; he asked that same question ‘How has Thomas been?’ “Fine” I said quickly, “granddad, can I have to key to my room please, I need to get dressed for chapel.” He sighed and slid a key across the table “your things have been sent up Archer.” I took the keys and nodded. “Oh and granddad, do I have a single this year?” I asked trying to sound casual. Without looking up from his papers he answered. “No Archer, you’re sharing with a new boy, his name’s William Throne. He’s quiet aggressive, that’s what his referral letter says anyway. He seemed to be in a rut, slightly unstable if you will so try and be nice Archer. Chapels in 20 minutes go get dressed, or you’ll risk a detention.” Great, not only am I stuck with someone; I’m rooming with a psychopath.
I ambled up to my room, the key read 315. I walked in, my things where set by the bed near the door. I glanced around, he hadn’t put any posters up or any photos, he left his bed perfectly made, almost as though he was in the military. His cases where pushed underneath the frame of the bed and all proof of his existence other than his sheets was an alarm clock, left on his desk. I was guessing he was probably obsessive compulsive. Well at least he wouldn’t be messy.
I changed into our white shirt and navy blazer, we only had to where our tie to chapel and other official school gatherings most guys just wore it anyway, or another tie they preferred. Our tie was black with the Blakely insignia on the bottom. Guys wore khaki coloured pants, girls Plaid skirts, and “suitable shoes” which everyone translated as they wished.
I walked, to chapel, slipping to line with some other juniors. The chapel was old, dating back to the late nineteenth century. The ceilings where high and it was usually too cold or too hot in here: never a happy medium. I sat near the back with the group of kids id walked in with sliding deep into my chair hoping no one would recognise me. “Hey Archer!, some idiot bellowed, “Didn’t see you last night, it was fucking epic!”. All the people around me chorused together asking about my summer, my brother, what I’d if I’d gotten a new car. I tried to answer the questions with monosyllabic words, or brief sentences. “Will!” Someone beside me yelled; everyone turned their attention to this Will person. “Will, you left the party early?” “Will did you leave with a girl?” “Will was it Marcy?” “Will have you met Archer. Will you’d love Archer!” “Yeah have you meet Archer?” I turned around to see this person that would apparently love me.
