WilkenDale Academy. {Boy×Boy}

▶ Chapter #3: Call Me, Son-In-Law.

Chapter #3: Call Me, Son-In-Law.

A/N: Be advised that i time skipped, so this is in the future where Vadik-Petrov is around seventeen or eighteen and Earl is around thirty-two or thirty-one.

The morning bell for WilkenDale Academy chimes once. It's harsh sound ringing throughout every visible part of the School, biting into just about everyone's eardrums as student after student scurry rapidly to assigned classrooms like a pack of wolves aiming to save there own hyde from being skinned by none other than co-principal, Gordan WilkenDale.

Everyone was aware that the unremitting defender of discipline wouldn't hesitate to punish them if the school rules weren't met or rather someone had sunken normal standards for idiocy or just plain misbehaving. This was a discipline academy after all, not some playground as many student's thought it out to be, or a certain individual claimes it up to be.

But thankfully that certain individual never showed up for orientation nor the first four day's of school. Which Gordan couldn't be happier about. More punishment for the little insolent child. Gordan thought, hands clasped behind himself while walking with purpose down nearly empty corridors without a child insight he sighed to himself, all looked to be well except for a light tapping preferably from tennis shoes that caught Gordan's attention in a snap when he halted to side-glance a single student in uniform around seventeen year's of age who tried to ninja his way past Gordan.

The co-principal clicked his tongue, squaring his shoulder's in obvious disappointment, though not entirely sure if it was because the teen was loud or got caught. "Child, if you're going to become a ninja i solely suggest you do elsewhere or I'm inclined to direct you towards the outter premises where you will do five laps, around the entire building." Gordan advised, leaning down, so avoiding his cold-cutting glacier gray eye's was futile. "Am i understood?"

The puny student eyeballed Gordan as if he'd gone senile, anyone, even the fittest of student's would have a hard time doing one lap considering how humongous WilkenDale's estate was. "C-completely, sir!"

Gordan nodded in content, yet his features didn't show it. "On with you now." After the boy disappeared, Gordan made a few more of his daily rounds, eventually ending up at his son's office as per-usual.

He was about to open the door to address Earl, but stopped further movement when two male voices broke through from within. Gritting his teeth Gordan snatched the doorknob, barely turning it enough before he yanked it backward and stepping into the nurse's office. Earl's office, only to be stared at with two pair's of eye's, unfortunately both were vaguely familiar but Gordan only cared for one pair and loathed the other with a burning passion while his mind raced with confusion. How'd the Russian even get past the security footage, i was there all day up til' now?!

Sitting exactly twelve feet away was the certain individual whom claimed the academy's rule's to be that of a joke. Vadik-Petrov Pallav. The Russian Bratva's next beneficiary, though no-one could prove such a thing, but, Gordan knew the family was a bunch of criminally affiliated thugs, thus his second reasoning for his unfiltered hatred for them all.

The first? Was sitting unnecessarily close to his beloved precious little angel. Earl WilkenDale. Whom Gordan was capable of keeping out of harm's way up until thirteen year's ago back when Vadik-Petrov's enrollment was approved. That snot-nosed five year old Russian brat came along and purposely sexually assaulted Earl's delicate mind within thirty minutes of the crime family's arrival to the academy, just before blatantly claiming ownership of Earl as his wife, as if Earl was put up for auction.

Gordan's mind was reeling with uncontrolled outrage to the Pallav family name after that incident. Especially Vadik-petrov. The gall of the small five year old Russian back then was unbelievable. But now, as sure as day that five year old Russian grew into a cunning, tattered, dominate eighteen year old brat, whom has the temerity of his father.

Vadik smiled cheekily, a sadistic edge to his tone was unfiltered toward Gordan. "Hiya pops! Me and Earl were just discussing our children names and i opted for yours and here you are. Funny how that works, huh?"

Earl flushed a rosy pink that spread fiercely across his features to his ear-tips. That wasn't their conversation topic whatsoever and Vadik knew that, just how Vadik knew the perfect way to unravel Earl's father's content demeanor in a matter of seconds.

Gordan choked audibly at the insult, no matter how incredulously he tried the Russian was never short on surprising him. "I knew you'd be proud. I was worried you might have negative thought's about the idea, but i can see you're totally on board." Vidka expressed, wiping imaginary sweat from his forehead.

°~°TO BE CONTINUED°~°

XoXo Chibi-§hota-Queen.