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"Poeta nascitur, non fit." - Joseph Devlin
MADE OF POEMS
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Wednesday's tutoring session had gone exactly like the last one, except this time they had spent about an hour or two on chapter one of The Great Gatsby instead of the damned cover. It was currently Saturday, which meant Lucien was coming up to his room later tonight instead of the library to tutor William again, though this time they were to focus on Physics.
William hadn't thought that Lucien would actually agree to come to his room, especially so late at night-after dinner was when they'd planned to meet. It felt strange looking forward to something, and well, William didn't even actually know why he was even looking forward to the tutoring session at all.
He didn't suddenly feel the urge to learn about The Great Gatsby, nor simply the subject of Physics. It had to be Lucien, then, he thought. Though he didn't quite understand why he wanted to see the golden haired boy either.
"Williams's gone mad again," Elijah murmured, slowly picking at his food with his silverware as William stared down at his empty plate.
His eyes flitted upwards. "I'm always mad, Elijah."
"What is it?" Henry asked him. "I heard you got called into Headmaster Clyde's office earlier this week. You get in trouble?"
"No, no. Nothing of the sorts."
"Oh, let the boy sulk in silence," Ashton said. "He obviously doesn't want to talk of it."
William gave a wry laugh. "Why thank you, Ash."
Ashton grinned back, then focused his attention on Henry. "Anyways," he said, "how did your confession with Louis go?"
Henry averted his eyes, his cheeks flushing red. "I don't want to talk about it."
"It didn't go well, then?" Elijah asked. "He rejected you?"
"Well, not exactly."
Ashton frowned, then tilted his head to the side in confusion. "Then what is it?"
Henry rubbed the back of his neck. "I knocked the poor boy on his arse," he said quickly. "He dropped his tray on the floor and it landed all over his uniform."
William couldn't help the small chuckle that came out. "I'm sure it wasn't that bad."
Henry laughed, the tone mirthless. "Oh, no. It was, and then fucking Roy slipped in the mess and teased me in my futile attempts at wooing Louis."
"Roy?" Ashton questioned. "That drug dealer, pianist?"
Henry nodded, visibly confused. "Uh, yeah. Why?"
Elijah pursed his lips together. "He's bad news. A bit like William, but worse."
William scoffed. "I'm definitely worse."
"Do you sell drugs, William?" Elijah said in response.
Henry furrowed his eyebrows. "What makes him so bad? He didn't seem too terrible."
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