Habitual Liar

C1- A dog's lament

((A/N: Trigger warning: this is my trash can. its one of like 50 versions of this book. idk. take it or leave it. but BEWARE this is a highly offensive book. theres a lot of mental illness and abuse and etc. dont read it. please.))

I cant believe I got transferred here. Really, I'm shocked. So what, I ran hard drugs from a dealer to his buyers. So what? That doesn't justify sending me to an all-male boarding school for delinquents.

It's called Atlantis High School. It stands tall over an East coast beach city (kinda). The campus is actually very scenic. The school's facilities are also stellar. If you can handle the school's abrasive inmates, then it'd be the perfect school for you.

I, however, do not belong here.
A tiny gay musician does not belong at a school with a bunch of brutes. I'm a twink. I'll get raped! Then again, I am a gangster...

As I look at the campus from my dorm window, I sigh. I have a plan in mind: I act cute, and maybe the boys will treat me nice. If that fails... well... I use my gun.

My roommate is supposed to be here by now. At least, that's what my RA said. I bet this guy's a total giant. He's gonna rip me to shr-

The door to my suite is thrown open and a lean, porcelain boy with shining purple hair struts in.

"Oh hey!! You must be Rico, right?! I'm Midas, your roommate!!"
He exclaims, his valley-girl accent deafening me with annoyance.

"Yeah, that's me." I reply with an amused grin.

"I'm a sophomore. We apparently have similar interests and we got paired together. You know why exactly we're here, right?"

"Because we broke the law."
I answer. I stare at him without blinking.

The boy chuckles. "That's part of it, but I guess you still haven't realized what you are yet."

"I was a drug runner."

"Let me guess, you got arrested, jabbed with a needle and then you were forced to come here?"

"Well, yes." I'm confused. Maybe this kid is used to seeing drug peddlers with the same story?

"That blood test was checking your heritage. You're in what we call the doghouse right now. Didn't you see the paw print on the door?"

"I thought that was like... your logo."
I mutter, confused.
"But I'm still not sure what you're talking about."

"Did the doctors at the penitentiary give you any injections, pills or medicine?"

"They gave me a pill. They told me it was truth serum."

"Oh honey." He sighs and shakes his head.
"How long ago did they give you this pill?"

"Very early in the morning yesterday."

"So I bet your classes start..." The boy starts counting numbers on his fingers. "In eight days."

"Yeah, how'd you know?"
I'm still lost. What is this guy going on about?!

"It takes six days for the medicine to run its course. Plus three days of orientation and recovery. It's already been a day."

"Recovery?! What, am I gonna get sick?"

"Violently ill, yes. you have to cough up all of your filthy human intestines and lungs. You'll have so much crappy old human blood getting flushed out..."

"Stop. Tell me what the hell you're talking about." I demand. "And whatever drug you took... I want some."

"Okay listen honey. This school? It isn't for any regular human delinquent. This school is for kids who can't control their supernatural abilities. If a kid commits a crime and there's something unusual or supernatural about it, they will be tested and sent here if the test comes out positive. I have to ask you these questions to make sure that you're actually one of us. I couldn't tell you about the town's secret unless I know for sure that you actually belong here. Of course... It's not like you could leave even if you wanted to. "
The boy explains, as he combs his hair.