Il libro di Jaylos

Promises Broken - Chapter 1

taken from: Angel_of_Gryffindor on Ao3
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Carlos loved everything about school, except the students; all of them only seemed to go so they could see their friends or do various clubs.
Even the few students who paid even the slightest bit attention in class often got distracted by other things, like the opposite sex or weird videos online.
Fifteen year old Carlos De Vil had no interest in any of those things; he loved science, building things and disappearing into the fantasy worlds in books.
Carlos had skipped a year of school because he's already finished all the work from his set year and half of the next year but he'd never felt more intimidated by his fellow students.
Being a short, lithe boy Carlos was nothing like his peers, who seemed to tower above him, all thick with muscles, even the girls were taller than him in their heels and big hair.
Freckles covered every inch of the young De Vil's body, along with several thin white scars, his hair was naturally white but was becoming dark at the roots the further he went into his teens and honey coloured eyes never made contact.
Carlos was always dressed in handmade clothes because his mother refused to buy him new clothes, so he became Evie Queen's little pet project every year so he could have clothes but she always did a good job; soft leathers in red, white and black, shirts with spotted collars and shorts with many pockets.
Evie was the only person who spoke to Carlos, she often carried whole convocations by herself; she have vibrant blue hair and made herself fantastically beautiful dresses that were nothing like in the shops about town.
Initially she had approached Carlos because her band captain boyfriend, Doug, refused to be dressed up by her; he preferred his bowtie and slacks.
Sometimes Evie would join the younger boy for studies, she secretly liked Chemistry, but normally got side tracked by some fashion emergency or another.
Carlos's mother was the famed fashionista Cruella De Vil but for the past twenty years she'd had no work because her speciality was fur and nobody wanted to wear fur so she's slowly gone crazier being locked up in Hell Hall.
Taking the brunt of her anger the young De Vil often hid in every little closet space and empty room so he was often alone.
It was a cold, murky Wednesday, a lot of clubs happened on Wednesdays so there were a lot of the students in trying to make it through classes, and the hallways were filled with chattering people.
Carlos pulled out his Science books from his locker, along with a fantasy book and his three overflowing notebooks; all his things barely fit in the bag Evie had made him but the pockets on his shorts came in handy.
"I bet that's real fur on his coat." Came a sudden voice from the crowd, "you know who his mother is."
The autumn coat Evie had created was leather black sleeves, red main with white ivy embroidery and faux fur around the collar and cuffs, and as much as Carlos adored the warm coat he had to admit the fur looked a little too real.
Carlos slammed his locker shut, ignoring the idiots around him and quickly took his window seat in class; spreading out his books he was sure no one would sit next to him.
"I can't wait for Tourney!" came an excited voice from the other side of the room.
There sat the 'Prince' of the school, Ben Beast; his father had founded the school and funded everything that went on, Ben was classically handsome with tussled blond hair, sky blue eyes and a charming smile; he was extremely nice too.
Carlos felt jealous of him for a moment because everyone around Ben adored him, even the schools' 'bad girl' Mal had soften under his friendship.
Around prince Ben were his Tourney teammates, all children of Olympic champions and practically professionals already, except for Chad Charming who's mother was a beautiful seamstress and socialite.
Chad wanted to be exactly like Ben but didn't have the effortless the prince did; his bleached hair was too bright, smile too fake and he wasn't the best on the team but his father had been so there was hope.
On Ben's other side was the black sheep of the team, Jay Jafar; originally put on the team because he was naturally talented but still had some issues with 'teamwork'.
Long black hair was tied up in a messy bun, dark eyes with a mischievous glint, his thick tanned arms always on show from sleeveless vests he wore all year round and a cock-sure smile that made any girl melt.
Jay only ever came to classes when there was Tourney practice but he never paid much attention.
"sit down everybody!" Mr Jaq called as he entered the room, pockets overflowing with papers, he was a tall, thin man with very large front teeth.
The class scattered to their seats, still talking amongst themselves and Carlos spotted Evie at the front of the class applying more lipstick in her little mirror, using a makeup brush as a bookmark in her textbook.
"hey, can I sit here?" Jay was suddenly standing by Carlos's desk.
The young De Vil's throat went very dry and his palms clammy, keeping his eyes trained on his notebook in front of him and hoped that the other boy would go away.
It seemed that Jay didn't understand Carlos's rigid body language and scraped out the chair next to him, pulling a spare textbook towards him.
Carlos's heart was beating hard against his chest, his breathing laboured, the grip on his pen tightening so hard it threatened to break and his usually rational mind was running in circles.
"how do you understand this stuff?" Jay scoffed, turning the pages roughly.
Instantly the young De Vil snatched his precious book from the older boy, he piled the others on the far end of the desk; Carlos wasn't used to being close to people, it had taken months for Evie to convince him to remove his shirt so she could measure him correctly.
Carlos could feel the body heat radiating off Jay, trying to shift as far away as he could the young De Vil tried to concentrate on taking notes but he could see Jay out of the corner of his eye making seductive faces at Audrey, cheerleader captain.