Andrews pov

"Andrew Beethoven Roth!" My mother yells over the phone.

I wince. Being the son of multi-millionaires is great. Being the son of multi-millionaires that own your school is even better. Unless it's Roth Academy of the Arts and your parents find out about the trouble you've been causing.

"Yes mom?"

"An underground poker ring? Are you kidding me??" She yells. "I raised you better than this! Gambling is not allowed at school!"

"Sorry mom." I say.

"Don't you sorry mom me!" She says sounding angry. "I will not allow you to continue breaking rules. For heavens sake! I can't have my own son kicked out of my school!" She says her voice rising in volume.

"I promise I'll stay out of trouble." I say trying to appease her.

"Dang right you will!" She exclaims. "Because youre grounded! From now on you will be living in a dorm and you have to stay there over the summer."

"But mom!" I exclaim half-angry and half-scared that she's serious. "You can't make me stay over the summer."

"Yes I can. And I am." She says.

"Now mom," I say panicking. "Let's think this through."

"I already have." She replies sternly. "Goodbye Andrew. I better not be getting anymore calls."

As she ended the call only one thought ran through my mind. Oh shoot.

                         •••

I am Andrew Roth. King of Roth Academy for the Arts. I mean, with my devilishly good looks and charming personality, who wouldn't love me? The few who don't love me fear me. I can make your dreams or nightmares come true by just saying the words. Apparently so can my mother.

I pack up all my stuff from my large ground floor room in the boys house at the academy and lug it up the stairs. From now on I guess I'm sharing a room with three other guys. Definitely not looking forward to that. Fortunately I got to pick my room.

I will be sharing a room with my three bros. we met the beginning of sophomore year. Ever since we've been terrorizing students and teachers.

First is Ken Norton. His real name is Kentucky but he hates the name so no one calls him that. He's into the whole punk look. Always where's dark colors. He even dyes his hair black. The last thing I suspected was for him to be a hopeless romantic. He's here in the acting program and he quotes Shakespeare and stuff all the time.

Next is Shawn Johnson. He's more like our little brother. He's a blonde sophomore with blue eyes and dimples. If I didn't know any better I'd think he was twelve. He managed to get into our group when we found him making graffiti art under the bridge at the creek in the woods. He's got wicked art skills.

Last is Kyle Wellington. He's a buff brunette with a buzz cut that looks like it's meant for the marines not the symphony. But despite the odds, he's lead cellist in the school symphony.

The four of us are an unlikely group but somehow we all fit. I drag my stuff up to the third floor and toss it in the room. It looks like a typical guys room. Posters of cars and motorcycles hang messily on the walls, clothes and shoes are stuffed in the corners, and a massive game system sits on one of the dressers.

"Hey, dude. Moving in already?" Kyle asks from his place on the top bunk of the bunk beds.

Every room has two sets of bunk beds to hold its four occupants. The bunk beds are in the middle of the wall on either side of the room with a dresser on the left and right of them. Two desks are on the back wall under the Windows along with a small book shelf.

"Yeah. Mom wasn't joking." I say dejectedly.

"Bummer." Ken says stoically. "Now I have another ugly face to wake up to in the morning."

I just roll my eyes not taking his words seriously. Ken always acts like he hates everyone when he really cares. "Right back at you."

He suppresses a small smile and turns back to his book. I glance at the cover. Romeo and Juliet, who knew?

I cross the room to the dress I'll be using and stuff my clothes in it. It doesn't take long for me to finish unloading my belongings. I survey my surroundings. Kyle's playing video games, Ken's still reading, the room is a mess, Shawn's missing. Oh well. I kick off my shoes and climb onto the top bunk, my new bed, and go to sleep.

                          •••

I wake up to a tickling sensation on my face. Swat at something and the tickling stops for a minute. Snickering reaches my ears. The tickling starts again and I squirm trying to get away from it. The snickering turns into full out laughter. I jerk awake and sit upright.

"Good morning cap'n!" Shawn says chirpily. The other guys are practically rolling on the floor with laughter.

"What did you do?" I ask Shawn suspiciously. He shrugs innocently.

"Nothing." He says trying to fight a smile.

I hop out of bed and check my reflection in the mirror I hung on the wall by my dresser. I instantly become furious. "You painted my face like a pirate?" I yell glaring at Shawn.

"Aye cap'n!" He grins.

"You little brat." I spit venomously. "You better hope this comes off because if it doesn't you are dead."

He cackles with laughter at my threat. "You look freakin hilarious."

I glance back at my face. He painted stubble on my chin and a eye patch. I roll my eyes at his childish antics and hurry to the bathroom to wash my face. The worst thing about the dorms is the bathrooms. Theirs one on each end of the hall and thirty-two people needing to use them. Of course, theirs more than one shower, toilet, and sink in each bathroom but it's still crowded.

I scrub my face quickly before someone comes in and sees my face. I look at my reflection when I'm done and am greeted by my normal face. Clear tan skin, brown eyes, and wavy brown hair that falls onto my forehead. I smirk. That little brats smarter than I thought.

When I return to the room I'm greeted by three overly excited guys.

"Whoa. What's the rush?" I ask nonchalantly.

"Today's breakfast is donuts!" Shawn shouts enthusiastically.

I perk up. Donuts are a favorite among us. We could down a couple dozen easily. "Let me get changed. I'm coming too."

Ken groans. "You take longer than a girl to get dressed. By the time your done they'll be out of the cream filled." He whines.

I roll my eyes. "Whatever. Go on with out me." All three of my friends rush out of the room immediately. I chuckle. It's like living with three toddlers.

I quickly change into some dark wash jeans and a white tee-shirt. I add a little bit of gel to my hair and brush my teeth before joining the guys in the main buildings dinning hall.

I grab several donuts before heading to our table. Besides me and the guys, there's Shawn's sister Emma. She's looks a lot like him with her energetic expressions and bright blue eyes. She's a sophomore as well in the ballet program.

Ken's girlfriend Amy also sits with us. She's his opposite with her fiery red hair and perky attitude. She's one of the music protégées of the school. She can play any instrument she picks up but mostly focuses on violin.

"Good morning!" Amy greets me happily. She has her usual chocolate donut with sprinkles sitting in front of her along with a bottle of pink milk. "Isn't it such a beautiful day out today?"

"I think it might rain." Ken says scarfing down his creme filled glazed donut.

"Awe, babe." Amy coos pinching Kens cheek. "Don't be such a pessimist."

Ken smiles capturing her hand in his and kissing it quickly while he thinks no ones watching. I look away and focus on the siblings arguing to my right.

"Come on, Em." Shawn rolls his eyes. "One bit won't make you fat."

"Shawn, I'm perfectly happy with my wheat toast." She responds. "Ballerinas must limit their sugar intake."

I chuckle softly. They have this argument every week on donut day.  Emma constantly stays on a very strict diet that doesn't allow for any sugar. Or caffeine. Or anything else that brings you joy and happiness.

"Guys." Kyle says catching everyone's attention. "I just went to the bathroom and on the way back I saw the new student." He says solemnly.

"And?" Amy prompts.

"And it's a girl." He grins.