Kengkla - the wolf in the closet

The First Time He Laid Eyes on Him

I have a million other things to update and I don't know where I am going with this. Just a ficlet for now. Let me know if you'd want me to continue!

Kengkla had just transferred schools and had enrolled in Bangkok Patana school* in Matthayom 4 for Upper-secondary. He had been homeschooled for six years and had finally been allowed to go to school at the age of twelve for Lower-Secondary education. His previous school had been terribly boring with equally boring classmates. He had struggled through his first three years of Matthayom and had decided to skip the last three years of it. There had been a huge row with his parents when he had announced his decision surprising himself since his parents didn't show all that much interest in his life but, apparently, completing his education mattered to them. To his shock, he had conceded.
A few weeks prior to his school reopening, he had been handed a thick envelope by the butler of his house. It had been of rich material and had Bangkok Patana school's embossing on it. Curious, he had broken the seal open and had found a brochure and admission forms in it. He had then been informed that his parents were giving him the option to change schools. Surprised, Kengkla had called his father but only to reach his voicemail (to no one's surprise there). He hadn't called anymore after time. He had no need to. He had quickly then filled the form and given it back to the butler to post it for him. The form had required his parents' signature which he had reproduced with perfection. That night Kengkla had hung out with his cousins at a pub, dancing, relieved that he didn't have to go back to that school. His brain would have rotted in boredom.

His first few days at Patana hadn't been exceptional, only a little tedious. They had to fill this form, that form, attend orientation programmes, meeting various faculties and be offered pamphlets for courses they could choose. Having studied in both the special programmes- the English programme (for a year) and the Gifted programme (for the last two) in his previous school he had not much interest in continuing either of them. So, he had taken up  Wit-Kanit, the science programme (which was unlike the accelerated programme he had been through) under the Thai programmes and Sil-Phasa to learn new languages and about new cultures. That's where he met Technic again. Technic had been his classmate in his first school in the English programme who had suddenly left after Matthayom 1. Technic was a simpleton and a halfwit that he hadn't bothered with back then, trying to shrug him off whenever the other boy tried to get too friendly with him. Kengkla, however, found out later that Technic had never been a 'simpleton' and thankfully, ready to be useful for the right price.  

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Kengkla had been running late. He had to submit his Electives forms to the respective departments. He had been driving in a rush because the situation had demanded so. Naturally then, he had not noticed the person on the cycle coming around the corner and in the nick of time swerved his car to stop it from hitting the idiot. The last thing he had needed to have a hit-n-run case. His parents would pull him out of school and probably ground him for life.  He had just given a look at the rearview mirror and had sped on. He hadn't been able to see the other man's face and hopefully, vice-versa. He had managed to submit the documents in time and had proceeded to the auditorium where they were holding auditions for the theatre club. Kengkla had sat at the back, debating the pros and cons of applying for it. He had had no idea if this school too was going to be just as bad so he needed to keep his schedule occupied. He had walked up to the front row and had let his interest be known. His name, like he had expected turned up on the shortlisted students' list the next day. Not that he was very excited about it. For the next few days, he went on a spree signing up for different clubs. The only club he actually looked forward to attending was the Horseriding club. Nothing really held his interest and he was dreading the next three years even in this school. He couldn't transfer schools in the middle of the year, not without having to pay a lot of money and paperwork and parents' company. While he wasn't particularly bothered with the amount of expense that wouldn't make even the slightest of scratch in his parents' pockets, he would if he had to explain why he wanted to drop out. It wouldn't be pleasant. He'd rather avoid seeing his parents. Skipping classes had been an option but he had nothing to do back at home. It was too large with too many servants and he cared about neither of them.