It's not every day a man so big and so old stands in front of you welcoming you to prison
But well. I guess it is today for Noel.
He sank onto his heels and rolled the one blue suitcase in front of his scrawny legs, barely looking up into the principal's eyes. Mr. Stone had an aura. An aura of power and dominance. And there is no need to say, but Noel has no aura whatsoever.
Mr. Stone had the same sad look on his face that all adults did after they heard his case. It was apparent that Mr. Stone had taken some time looking at Noel's file, after all, He really didn't belong here.
He was a straight A's student (with only two b's in his life, both because he does not believe in homework), no criminal record, one detention (for being late too many times), president of the school's National Honors Society, takes honors English, honors math, is ahead in both science and history, boy scout for 9 years, and an active participant in the community.
And a two-year sentence to a behavior treatment facility for assault and battery. These things just don't add up.
Mr. Stone laid a huge man-paw on Noel's shoulder and softly said
"Hello, my boy. How are you feeling?" Noel quickly nodded and smiled up at Mr. Stone
"I'm just fine. C-Can't wait to settle into my dorm room. I want to start getting used to this as soon as possible! I already finished high school so I'm not taking any classes for credits. I'll just show up as a refresher." Mr. Stone let out a little laugh
"That's good, my boy. Very good. I'm glad you are going to advance your studies, even in a situation like this." Noel nodded quickly and shrugged his shoulder off. By now, panic was starting to set in. This morning, he had stayed calm for his mother's sake but now that she's gone, he was free to panic as he wished.
"S-sir, d-do you m-mind if we j-just head of to m-my new room? I-I think I just need to settle in and relax for a bit. Come to terms with being... here."
"Of course, son." His sugar-coated voice was starting to frustrate Noel. Like, he knows he doesn't look like he belonged here, but why won't he treat Noel like everyone else? he did get arrested. Shouldn't he be disappointed or angry? Not... pitiful?
"Where can I pick up my keys?" He asked
"They will be hanging up on the wall. Usually, we assign rooms based on crime and strength but since you-" Noel sighed
"Sir, please remember that I'm a criminal as well. I do not need special treatment. I will go pick my keys up now, thank you." Mr. Stone looked dumbfounded as he turned on his heel and tromped over to the wall of keys. A handful was left, almost all of them dented or beat up. Room 227, 376, 351, 608, 456, 81, and 169. There were also two keys for 606 and 610, but he knew being alone would be a bad idea. Noel needed a friend to help him, and who better than a roommate!
He snatched up the best-looking key quickly. Key number 608 looked barely used, not dented or bent, or so out of shape I'd have to be a blacksmith to get it to work. It was smooth, a reflective slender stainless steel neck, which was so bumpy on one side, it looked like a mountain range. It was perfect except for the faded red stain and the smell of iron and hydrogen peroxide.
Oh well, maybe the past owner was just a painter.
His worries fell on deaf ears deep in his subconscious. He needed to settle in before supper and wasting time analyzing keys hardly seemed like an acceptable reason to have to miss the last meal of the day. After all, he would need to make some new friends, and dinner was the perfect time for that.
The further Noel got into the living space of the land of delinquents, the heavier the stench of sweat, musk, and male pheromones got. These guys were huge. Definitely not children. They would send you here if you were still finishing high school, even if you were twenty. Noel wasn't tall by any standard. He stands proud and tall at barely 5'3. His family isn't short in general. His dad's 6'1, and his mum's 5'6, but he got the genes of his grandmother when it comes to height.
Almost all the doors in the hallway were open. They were often pierced, tattooed, with sweat covered t-shirts on, filling up the entire doorway. They would be laughing and fighting until Noel walked past. Unreadable expressions crossed their face as he headed for the staircase. The only disadvantage to room 608 so far was that he had to climb 3 flights of stairs to get back to his dorm.
No one bothered him as he walked up. Their faces held all different emotions now. Some pity, some confusion, and one other expression that he couldn't recognize. Their faces blush red and a grin spread across their face. They called out all sorts of things he didn't understand. Well, some he understood but he had no idea what sort of relevance it held, for example-
"Hey, baby boy!! You've got a nice ass, eh?? Wanna meet up in the showers later?" He had said this with a smirk and had gestured towards his upper pants (which I just assumed was some sort of gang sign)
This comment really confused me. First of all, he was not a baby. Babies are young children ages 0-2, and Noel was definitely older than that.
And what is with his... ass? He found nothing nice about his glutenous maximums, they look just like any other he'd ever seen. Besides, its a muscle? How can a muscle be nice? Does he mean strong? Well, he hopes so. Was that a compliment?
And why the heck would Noel want to meet him in the showers? Is that just where he wants to explain something to him? Maybe give me a new training regiment on my "ass" muscles and explain the nickname? Maybe he needs help cleaning his back!! That's probably it.
Noel gave him a weird stare and continued climbing up the stairs. The walls of the staircase here were tiled an off white, with odd faded orange-red stains that looked like they had been thoroughly scrubbed.
The only silent place in this school was the staircase. Most of the men (Yes, men. Once you have to start shaving twice a day and reek of body odor, no one can dare call you a boy) stayed on their floor. Noel could hear his footsteps echo against the walls as he continued his climb, dragging his bag along with him.
Before he knew it, Noel got to the 3rd floor, for rooms 450-650, the highest floor of them all. It seemed just the same here. Boys and men making confusing comments, and the fresh clean purifying sweet stench of body odor. Most of the guys here had their laundry hanging out off the rod on the door, meant for hanging signs.
The only difference this hall had was noticeable as he got closer to the end of the hall. 578... 580... 582... Everything was still normal. 606... 608... 610... Everything was quieter and cleaner. The two rooms next to 608 were vacant, just like the keys downstairs had shown.
The rooms across the hall, 609 and 607 weren't vacant, but they seemed to keep their stuff further away from the center of the hall than most other rooms. They weren't out in the hallway either, it seemed like they had gone out for the day.
Noel walked over to the door and slid the long steel key into the aged lock and turned it with haste. The door swung open before he was even ready, leaving a long groaning of the hinges in its wake.
No turning back now.
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99 problems | A gay juvie story
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