Trigger warning: this story contains mentions of depression, self harm, blades, violence, blood and sex.

Trey took a deep breath as he shifted his gaze towards the metal sign resting above the tall wooden door.
Highwest institute, his new school for now.
He had overheard people talking about this strange place.

They said it was more of a juvenile discipline institute full of delinquents and the worst tempered people.
They were sent to Highwest institute because no school had accepted them. The worst students.

Trey slowly pushed the massive door with his small hand.
It creaked open and he shyly stepped inside the building as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the long corridor in front of him.

His parents had already filled in the inscriptions online so he only needed to fetch his dorm keys at the headmaster's office. And survive the school year of course.

He walked down the corridor, observing the inside of the imposing building. The walls were tall and the white paint had fainted over the years turning into a greyish colour.

There were cracks every where and Trey asked himself how this place still hadn't collapse. He gripped his backpack straps in apprehension as all his senses became alert.
He instantly studied every shadow and listened to every sound.

Trey gradually forced himself to relax remembering that his only way to finish this year in one piece here was to go unnoticed and not draw any attention.

He finally reached the principal's office and knocked twice on the door.
" Come in. You must be Mr Trey Johnes right?" Spoke the principal.
" Y-Yeah that's me" replied Trey averting his gaze.
"Alright then, here is your dorm key, don't loose it." Continued the man as he handed him a key.

"Here is your time table with all your classrooms and your room number. You'll be in room 210.
That's on the second floor at the end of the corridor. The dining room is on the first floor where you will have all your meals.

Breakfast is at seven in the morning, lunch at one in the afternoon and diner at eight. You will have three hours of physical education from eight to eleven.
This is all. Do you want me to show you the way to your room Mr Johnes?"

Trey knew too well that showing up in front of the others with the principal would be delivering himself on a golden tray to them. He knew that he stood out like a sore thumb and that if the principal came with him, he would definitely loose any chance of having a relatively normal school year.

After a short silence, Trey answered the principal.
"Thanks but I can manage Mr..."
"It's Mr Grant"
"It's all right Mr Grant, just where are the stairs?"
"Turn right after my office"
"Thank you goodb-"

"Trey!" The principal cut him.
"Such a pity what happened to the Anders... What an incredible family, if you have any questions or troubles, please comme see me, Ms Anders was a very dear friend of mine."

"Yes thank you." Whispered Trey eyes becoming watery. He closed the door and tried to suppress his tears.

Trey headed towards the old flight of wooden stairs and discovered a new corridor slightly brighter than the previous one.
As he walked, his steps echoed through the floor and against the walls, adding to the dark atmosphere.

Trey was deep in thought. He knew that his small size and boyish features made him stand out. He rubbed his red eyes and decided to keep his head down as he passed all the students lazing around in the corridors.

They were pretty much identical: tall and bulky, looking as if they wanted to trip him and smash his head against the wall.
Trey kept a blank expression.

If there was something he was good at, it was hiding his emotions from everyone. He studied all the students he could see. Most of them were smirking whilst liking their lips. They were probably considering Trey as their next chew toy. Such an easy catch; whilst most of the boys stood at 5'11, Trey was only 5'4.

"He's as short as a girl!" Someone shouted and throaty laughs echoed through the corridor as one of the boys whistled.

It was obvious that all of the students here had grown accustomed to the hard physical training and could snap Trey in two if they wanted.

Trey sighed as he finally reached the door where the number 210 had been painted and was fading away. He took in a deep breath and knocked twice.

No answer.
"Strange." He thought, brows furrowing.
"Is my roommate out?"
He knocked again and finally decided to unlock the door.

Trey stepped in the room and was slightly taken aback.
The space was pretty small. There was a tiny window set as high as possible on a wall, a bunk bed in one of the corners, a small door which Trey guessed led to a bathroom, a wooden closet and a shelf full of books.

Everything seemed very old but the room was spotless, not one grain of dust to be seen. Moreover, it was very tidy: the beds were made and no clothes were randomly lying around.

The person living here was Trey's total opposite: whilst this boy seemed tidy and organized, Trey was used to never cleaning his mess. He was an airhead and a very disorganized person.

Trey's eyes roamed around the room and landed on the bookshelf.
He walked over to it and pulled out a book to study it's cover.
Another difference: Trey disliked reading.

He was just about to put the book back when suddenly the small door crashed open.
Trey jumped in surprise dropping the book. He slowly shifted his gaze towards the person who had scared the hell out of him by barging unexpectedly in the room.

Trey gulped.
The boy standing in front of him seemed really pissed off.

                       ***

Ash was showering for the third time today when he heard someone in his room. He reculantly turned the water off and slammed the door open to scare any intruder off. Everyone knew better than to enter in his room.

Ash raised one of his thick brows at the sight of this small boy who stared at him with an open mouth, gripping his backpack like his life depended on it.
He studied the shaking boy with attention.

He was short for a boy their age and had a slim build.
Ash let his eyes roam from the mop of chestnut hair over to the deep chocolate eyes and over to the dozens of freckles that spotted the boy's face and neck. Ugh.
"What the. Who the fuck are y-" He muttered under his breath.

Then he saw the book that Trey had dropped on the floor and his blood froze in his veins.

"What did you do with my book?" He seethed, the anger making his voice shake.
Trey looked at him totally clueless with his eyes wide open. He couldn't understand this sudden mood switch and was even more terrorized by the tall male standing before him.

Trey had never seen such an imposing boy before.
Ash's abs shown in the deem light, glistening with water droplets from his recent shower. He had slipped on a pair of ripped denim jeans that rested low on his taunt hips exposing his whole upper body.
Trey gulped as he slowly lifted his head towards the angry face.

Ash, despite himself, tried to contain his rage. He could have killed Trey in an instant but he despised human contact and didn't have the courage to punch Trey anyway. That boy was so small and defenseless, what was he even doing here in first place?

Trey was stilled petrified as he realized Ash was extremely tall. Maybe 6 feet.

"Hey!" Shouted Ash
"Are you listening? I asked you a question, what did you do with my book, why is it on the floor?"
"I-I just wanted to take a look at the cover..." Mumbled Trey as he covered his face expecting the other male to punch him square.
Ash gritted his teeth as he responded coldly:

"You touched my book? With your hands?" He seethed.
Trey nodded silently waiting for the blow.
But it never came. Instead Ash spoke venomously inches away from Trey's face:
"Don't ever touch my stuff again, got that?
It makes me sick."

Trey still had his eyes closed but decided to open them slowly when he heard his roommate rummaging through a drawer.

Ash pulled out some rubbing alcohol, a white cloth and started cleaning the book.
He tried to not chuck up imagining the stranger's fingers on his precious belonging.

Ash slipped a shirt on and stormed towards the door. He stopped just before getting out and turned around to Trey who was still shaking, forcing a sob down.
"The bottom bunk is mine, don't you dare lie in it or I swear I'll kill you!" He grunted before slamming the door.

Trey was so scared that his legs gave way as he slid to the ground still shocked by what had just happened.
Usually he could manage the others, he could stand up for himself but Ash had completely shaken the hell out off him. He needed to move out of this dorm room before his head got ripped off. Was everyone in this cursed school like this?

Because if they were, Trey knew he would never make it out in one piece.

Hellooo everyone, I hope you liked chapter one, I know Ash was rough but it goes with his character, he can't help it...
Anyway, see you at chapter 2 and remember this is my first boyxboy story so bear with me please? 😌