What. The Fucking. Hell?

I turned to Dr. Valenzia. "He can't be serious," I said as both men smirked behind my back. "This isn't what I signed up for, doc."

The female therapist shrugged her shoulders. "It is when you agreed to Dr. Atelier's suggestions," she simply replied. "And from where I stand, this is the best option for you aside from the state-run reformatory school over in Olympia, where there won't be any sympathy for you as well as harsh demands. And since you already know that you can't go home again with your family disowning you and vice versa, this way might be the right one for you to finally let yourself loose- to learn how to be authentic with the right kind of people and the right mindset to get you back on track."

"Agreed," Dr. Saint Pierre said curtly. "I saw your file, kid. You're a strong and intelligent kid with a high IQ with a lot of potential with you passing every level of the marshmallow test. But since you caught a lot of heat for trying to practice self-control and no one was taking you seriously other than your late grandparents and your counselor, life had never given you a fair shake."

"And that's where we come in," Logan intoned, giving me a hardy stare-down as he kept his arms crossed. "Here, you will be expected to shatter every bit of your inhibitions and censors that keep you from living your best life. And since you're on a dangerous path to suicide, you best believe me when I say that I'll be damned if I let you try to escape here. You'll be denied privileges that are originally given after the initial two weeks here until I think that you are ready to handle your own. I'll be the one to escort you to your classes, and make sure that you open up at group therapy as well as private therapy- and I will be sitting in with you at those sessions as well. I'll be making sure that you fill out those gaunt bones nicely and have you become a real teenager ready to shut down the haters and be a true leader."

"And what if I dare to refuse to open up or even allow you or your uncle to pick into my brain?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I daresay that you don't want to find out," Dr. St. Pierre said, shaking his head. "For the usual unruly student, there's loss of privileges and even isolation. The worst for them is being sent to the reform school in Olympia or even the juvenile centers across the globe. But you? Well, since you're basically in our case, my nephew and I have... much bigger plans for your punishment."

My eyes widened. Wait, are they that serious, y'all? Tell me that this isn't real by now. This can't be, right?

"This is very much real," Logan said as if he read my mind (wait, CAN HE?). "We knew that the moment we saw you step out of the limousine was when my uncle and I knew that you needed our care here as your fellow teacher and student... and as mentors. We won't let you slip away into the madness that everyone else expects you to fall into, Wendell. By the end of senior year, you will blossom into the young man that will be a success story of all time and you get to prove them wrong."

"The ball's in your court, Wendell Harding," the dean said as he joined his nephew on the left before handing me a pen and a copy of what looked like an NDA form. while Valenzia took the right. "You can try to fight this all you want- and face severe consequences with swiftness... or you can sign here and let us work with you. But once you make the final decision, there's no going back."

Both Logan and his uncle gave me cat-eating grins that made me want to punch the living daylights out of them. In fact, if I wasn't caught between a mountain and a deadly whirlpool, I'd do just that- knock out both men with two killer punches for both men, shove the blonde therapist in a closet and leave her there to rot, and make my exodus out of this loony bin and risk living in the streets or at least hitchhike it to San Francisco so I can work on being the next Pray Tell from Pose.

But sadly, I knew that they were right on the money.

I was faced with two decisions right now. If I said no, I was bound to face a lot of hard-ass wardens at the state reform school in Olympia with thugs dogging me out for being a nerd and a gay one at that. Worse yet, I might end up at the Detention Center with lots more thugs and a high risk of being raped after dropping the soap. And that would prove that pig that I thought was my father that I deserved it all in the first place. And his loyal followers and the people at McHenry South would celebrate with parties and parades for a year- or two.

But if I said yes...

Well, I wasn't too sure of what was about to happen or what I might expect, but anything was better than the other choice. And I guess I owed my late grandparents and my adult Samantha to my Carrie the promise of making the most of a new opportunity to have a fair shake in life.

Taking a deep breath of courage, I took the form and began to sign and initialize the documents where it was necessary. "Just don't make me regret this," I said after handing the form to a pleased Dr. Sellers. "I might be a hardy nerd with a mouth like a sailor's but I'm still a jaded teen who's been broken and played like a rag doll."

"You won't regret this," Logan vowed to me. "And besides, you signing that contract gives me the incentive to welcome you formally to our home."

"And what's that?"

It was when he branded his lips on mine was when I finally realized a few things that were finally making sense right now.

1.) Logan Michaels was a dominant-in-training and his uncle taught him well (Do they practice BDSM by any chance?)

2.) If Ms. Whitfield were here, her inner fangirl would be screaming with joy as she was a hardcore BL novel/comic reader with a giant collection as big as her walk-in closet.

3.) I knew that I was going to be the uke to Logan's seme (see number two)

4.) I had a strong feeling that this therapy center wasn't all about reflections, reformations, and educational opportunities as I hoped, never mind the fact that I was going to be watched like a hawk by everyone here.

5.) Logan Michaels was undoubtedly a good kisser.

He broke away from me with a wide grin on his face. "You like?" he teased me, cupping my face into his hand. "If you be a good boy, then I can take good care of you. But if you become a bad boy... then I'll REALLY take good care of you with a firm hand."

I turned to the now-departing Dr. Sellers, who looked as if she was fighting to keep her laughter to herself. And as I faced the two domineering men in the large dorm room that looked like a college freshman's dream come true, I knew that one final thought was as clear as day:

6.) I was in BIG trouble for being a smart-aleck and a pure bitch from hell.

And so it begins for the pairing of Wendell and Logan! I think you guys are going to enjoy what I have planned for these two!

Coming up next, it's time for group therapy as Wendell gets settled in.

Dedication: smileall_days and llAmyLynnll.

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