We're All Crazy Here, Darling

The Arrival

           *Ryan's POV*

I sighed as I watched the pounding rain drill against the car's side window. My twin brother, James, sat next to me in the back of the limo Mary and Scott insist on riding in. According to them, how we appear in public is not the most important thing, it's the only thing.

Mary and Scott McCoy, business tycoons turned politicians. I hate to say they were the stereotypical politicians that put on a fake face wherever they went..... but that's exactly who they were. My brother and I had tried our hardest to stay out of the limelight when it came to their careers but every chance they had, they tried to paint us into the perfect golden boys for the public. They had long lost any kind of respect from me or James.

The two continued typing on their phones, heads down, "Do I have to remind you how important it is that you behave at this school? I trust you both remember what happened after last time, correct? "Scott spoke, the first words to come out of his mouth since we had entered the vehicle.

"Yes, Scott, we remember. You do realize we aren't five, right?" James replied still looking out his window.

My mother gasped dramatically which made me roll my eyes. Again.

"You do not speak to your father that way. And look at him while you're talking. Learn some respect!" Mary and Scott were now shooting daggers in James direction.

James snorted, still not moving, "You must have skipped that lesson in the parenting book, I guess,"

I snickered from my side of the car.

Scott suddenly lunged forward and grabbed James by the throat, forcing him to look at him, "I will not be disrespected by a faggot," he growled.

I mentally restrained myself from lashing out at him. Ever since James came out as gay, Scott and Mary made sure no one else found out, just in case it ruined their image. They've also made their hatred clear for the LGBTQ+ community.

"Get your hands off of him," I seethed at him and clenched my fists.

James just smirked and asked, "That all you got, old man?"

Scott glared at my twin and was about to spit out a nasty retort when the driver announced our arrival at Williamsville Acadamy. I let out a sigh of relief that we could get a break from sparring with our assholes of parents. James and I climbed out of the limo, ignoring the reminder from Mary to "be good boys." We both stood in front of the high school and stared up at the vast building.

"Do you think we could just ditch today?" James suggested and shrugged his shoulders.

"I wish, but we both know it would get back to Mary and Scott and  I'm not up to dealing with them any more than we already have to," I stated sarcastically.

James' face fell, but he nodded in agreement. "Well, let's get this torture over with."

With that, we walked up the concrete stairs leading to the entrance of the building. I looked at my reflection in the glass door, ensuring that my face showed no hint of what had just happened. Of course, it didn't, only Ryan McCoy stared back at me. Ryan and James McCoy; the perfect student-athletes and sons of the Williamsville mayor, who had no flaws and no weak points. At least, that's what everyone had to think.

My brother and I walked in and looked around. It was a normal enough looking school. Same locker halls of any high school with various posters around promoting different school events.

A dark-skinned woman with curly hair pulled into a tight bun walked up to us and greeted, "You two must be the McCoy twins," 

We nodded in confirmation and she continued, "Welcome to Williamsville Acadamy. I am  Headmistress Peters. Please, come in to my office and we can chat there."

The two of us followed her into the large office room to the right of us. The secretary smiled politely at us as we walked by, not saying anything.

James and I followed the headmistress into a spacious room with art and maps of various places in the world decorating the walls. We both took seats across from her as she sat down at her large mahogany desk and faced us. "Now, I've been told that you boys were ejected from your last school for various reasons. Some of them being fist fights, talking back to teachers, sleeping in class, and vulgar language on school property. I am not going to ask for the stories on these claims, I am only going to say that these violations against school policy will not be tolerated in my school are we clear?"

"Crystal clear, ma'am," James responded with his prize-winning smile. I internally snickered at him.

"Good. Now, here are your locker numbers. I presume you have familiarized yourselves with the map of the school ?"

We nodded our heads in agreement. She then gave us our class schedules and was about to let us get to class until an infuriated man stormed in. He was dragging a tall, lean red-headed girl behind him who wore a smirk of immense satisfaction on her face. 

"Headmistress Peters, this girl," he spat the last word as if he wished to use a stronger one. "Has disrupted my class ONCE AGAIN! I was teaching my health curriculum and we were on the sexual educa-"

I cut him off with my laughter.

James had a deadpan look on his face when he said "Really? A teenager? Disruptive during sex ed? You don't say?"

"You," the redhead pointed at James. "I like you."

The teacher shot us a death glare and my laughter slowly died down. I quietly glared back at him, not liking his look. His eyes widened slightly and he quickly looked away. By this time, the teacher's face had turned the color of a ripe cherry tomato. "AS I WAS SAYING, I was telling the class about using protection, but on a rare occasion, the condom breaks, and would you like to tell the headmistress what you said, Miss Lance?"

The redhead smiled proudly and proclaimed "And that everyone, is how Bobby Preston was brought into the world!"

The principal was obviously suppressing a smile. "Well then, Mr. Richards, please leave us so I may discuss this matter with Miss Lance." The teacher grinned triumphantly and left the office.

After he left, the headmistress joined in the laughter. "Well, I have to punish you in some way, so detention after school. But I think I can safely say that is the funniest thing I will hear today. McCoys, Nicole will show you to your classes. Have a nice day.'

"Thank you," I said politely.

We walked out of her office and Nicole whirled around to us, "So, fresh meat, I'm Nicole," she stuck out her hand, "Welcome to Hell! "

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