The Prince of Lost (boyxboy)

One : Cole

        It was hot today, maybe hotter than the day before. Sweat was already beading on Cole's forehead and running down his back as he switched the red wire with the blue.
        Behind him was Moir Dalton. He had blond hair that was too neat. His eyes, big and green as emeralds, were filled with anxiety. "Are you going to take longer?"
        "'Patience is virtue' my friend," said Cole. He switched the green and yellow wires.
        "But I have a bad feeling about this," Moir reasoned out.
        A couple of feet away, Nigel Graymist stood by the counter. He had steel gray eyes. They were passive but watchful. His hair, much like an abyss, fell lifeless around his face. He was covered in black, head to toe.
        "But this was your idea," he said, sounding almost bored. "Besides, when are we ever caught?" A grin spread across his lips.
        Cole could feel Moir rolling his eyes. "We we're sent to the vice principal's office a week ago."
        "But we weren't caught," Cole said matter-of-factly. He brushed the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. He licked the side of his lips as he switched the last two wires.
        "Only because I saved us," Moir said.
        "Relax, will you?" Cole said in a teasing tone. He replaced the cover and tightened it with screws. "I'm finished." He winked at the blond boy.
        Moir released a relieved sigh. "Good. Because I don't want to be here any longer."
        Nigel was the first to sneak out of the cafeteria, his footsteps soundless against the tiled floor. Moir followed close behind, his sneakers squeaking like a protesting mouse. Cole was the last to leave, making sure nothing looked suspicious.
        He spun out of the door and came face to face with a blue-eyed stranger. He had deep eyes and full lips and angular features. His golden hair fell in short waves that reminded Cole of the ocean. But it was his eyes that was really unnatural. They were so bright Cole almost felt being swallowed.
        "Oh, hi," he managed to croak. They stood so close Cole could feel the heat radiating from the other boy's body. He smelled like green apples, oranges, and earth.
        The golden-haired boy only raised an eyebrow. Then sidestepped and continued walking, visibly acting like the earlier encounter did not occur.
        Cole almost stumbled toward Nigel and Moir who were waiting for him by the corner of the hallway. "Who was that?" He asked while looking back at the stranger, his frame receeding from view.
        "From what I heard, he's a Frostmount," Nigel said. "And by Frostmount, I mean that haunted manor at the edge of town, near the woods."
         Cole's mouth formed an 'O'. "So they're back." The Frostmounts. They were once a proud family but sixteen years ago, they were banned from Goldenwood for a reason unknown to Cole's generation.
        "As it seems." Moir curved his lips. "Shouldn't we going back to class?"
        Nigel was leaning by the wall, a black figure against white space. He had skin as white as snow, almost glowing when touched by sunlight. "No. The bell would be ringing at any moment. We should be heading to the laboratory."
        "I swear Mr. Conrad never notice us when we leave his class," Cole said as they walked. "He never does!"
        "Maybe he does," Moir sounded thoughtful. "Maybe he's just too old to be concerned of students cutting class."
        In another second, the bell rang. And not longer, the halls of Goldenwood High School were streaming with people.
        At Chemistry class, Moir sat with Alexander Elstune, leaving Cole and Nigel to be partners for today. Cole concluded that there was definitely something that wasn't right. Because Moir would normally insist on partnering with either him or Nigel. But today, Moir singled himself out.
        "Something's up with Moir," Caleb whispered to Nigel.
        "Yep. Definitely," the black-haired boy agreed.
        "Do you know why?"
        "No idea." Nigel shook his head. "I'm thinking we said or done something he didn't like."
        "I don't get it." Cole tried to roll his eyes in annoyance, but ended up hurting his eyelid. "I don't remember including his little brothers or parents in our jokes. He dislikes that very much."
        From beyond their table, there was a flash of movement and Moir was suddenly facing them. "I can perfectly hear you. There's nothing wrong. Happy?" He showed a sarcastic smile before he turned away.
        "Wow, superhearing," Nigel commented as he studied the print-out copy of today's activity.
        At lunch, the trio managed to own the table nearest to the ice cream machine, even though it backfired with Melissa Rovers cursing them. Because in Goldenwood High School, students had their respective tables, as well as respective seats in class. No one decided for it to be that way, but no one would dare sit away from their friends.
        It was how things work here.
        Cole was more than excited to see what mayhem he and his friends' work would bring. Though it was only him that messed with the wirings. Even so, Nigel and Moir had their eyes trained on the ice cream machine, waiting for the first person to serve themselves a cup of cold dessert.
        "You know, I heard there are two of them." It was Nigel, patiently eating the greens of his salad piece by piece. "The Frostmounts, I mean."
        "Brothers?" Cole asked as his nose was filled with the scent of green apples and oranges. Strange, he thought. Strange that he could smell the Frostmount boy who wasn't present.
        "Cousins," Nigel asnwered just as a couple of blondes walked into the cafeteria. One was a girl. She had long thick hair that fell like waterfall, reaching her hips. She had pale skin. Her eyes were big and a mix of green and purple, reminding Cole of the Northern Lights he saw in a magazine years ago. He found it strange, of course. Eyes like those didn't exist.
        Or so he believed.
        She was thin and looked younger than any of them. Being a head shorter than her cousin didn't help.
        The other one was a boy. It was Frostmount boy from earlier, of course. Who else could it be? So that's why, Cole realised, putting the scent into place.
        "Speak of the freaks," Moir muttered.
        Cole gave him a strange look.
        "What? Their parents were freaks, my mom told me." Moir raised his hands in defense. He leaned closer, making sure only Nigel and Cole were in earshot. "She said the Frostmounts were involved in a massacre 16 years ago. It's why they were banned from Goldenwood. Even their grandfather, Leonidas Frostmount, was proven guilty. I'm telling you, their psychos."
        "So the secret wasn't entirely a secret after all." Nigel looked unsurprised. "We better keep away from them. Just to be safe."
        "Definitely. I'm sure things would be interesting this year," Moir promised. And nodded forward, his emerald eyes almost shining with delight.
        There, just in front of the ice cream machine was the Frostmount boy. He held a paper cup in one hand. With his free hand, he pushed down the lever. From the muzzle, where a graceful twirl of soft ice cream was expected, came a rush of brown creamy liquid. It pushed the cup down and showered the blond boy in a muddy sweet.
        Cole would've laughed like everyone else.
        But the scream that left the other boy's mouth wasn't from surprise or shame.
        The scream was from pain.