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“Felix is fine. We should head to class. Sebastian , go to class now. Don’t stop by the office or you’ll be late.” Felix was stern to the elder.

Emerson wondered if Sebastian, could he call him Sebastian, would respond in a negative way. The mint boy was shocked when Sebastian nodded and sighed before waving goodbye and heading into the thinning crowd.

Felix led the way to a desk in the back near the entrance door. Emerson sat beside him. His mind memorising everything.

The classroom had black top tables that had two or three simple black chairs to each table. There were a few globes of varying sizes. The three bookshelves by the teacher’s desk held books that Emerson couldn’t read from the distance he was at. The teacher’s desk was clean in some way. On top of the black painted desk was a few stacks of papers and a simple silver laptop, along with a few holders of paper clips, pens, and markers.

The teacher was writing neatly on the whiteboard in a blue marker. It was an older male. He wore a simple tweed suit with brown leather shoes. His head was bald and his skin was the color of old bronze. His eyes were a kind blue that was framed by gold rimmed round glasses.

His tone was soft and wise as the class went silent once he began speaking after the bell signaled the beginning of the first period.

“Good morning, class. We have a new student, so I’ll introduce myself. I’m Mr. Leon. Could you introduce yourself?”

His kind blue eyes were staring right at Emerson.

Emerson shook his head no. He always refuses to introduce himself.

“Why not, son?”

Emerson could tell the man was from an older generation, and grew up in the country most likely.

The mint boy shrugged before his gaze fell upon Felix who was now standing.

“His name is Emerson Faith and he doesn’t like to talk much, so please don’t pester him.” There was that pull of a destined friendship, similar to the one with Sebastian.

Emerson immediately knew this would cause a lot of new problems. He was shocked when he heard the class mumble some agreements and okays.

Mr. Leon nodded as he smiled kindly. “Of course. Welcome to Wings Private High, Mr. Faith.”

This school is definitely different.

~

After history, Emerson went to his calculus 071 class, also the hardest math class in the whole school. On his schedule he knew that he had someone named Kit Summers in this class who was friends with Sebastian.

“Kit!” A girly squeal erupted throughout the classroom as Emerson entered. He immediately pinpointed who Kit Summers was.

Kit summers was a younger male. His hair was a mess and dyed blonde with brown roots. His eyes were colored by contacts making them seem like an unnatural blue. His uniform was pretty neat albeit a little strewn about since he seemed to have been pushed down onto the ground by the fuming blonde. Emerson immediately knew the male to be the artist from the group he saw this morning. The girl was a cheerleader, not high on the totem pole.

“Lisa, calm down.” Kit Summers’ voice was deep, a soothing voice of sorts. Emerson could listen to him for hours. The younger’s voice reminded him of the impossible depth of the ocean.

“You dare reject me?” The girl screeched, her eyes wide from anger and shock.

Emerson didn’t want to do anything but he decided to step in.

“Look, Lisa, I just don’t like you. It’s not you, it’s me.” Kit Summers was being honest. Emerson could easily see why he didn’t like this Lisa chick.

“What’s wrong with me?” Again her screeching voice rubbed Emerson wrong, goosebumps running down his arms.

“He’s gay.”

Everyone’s eyes fell upon the mint green boy. Kit Summers’ gaze wasn’t shock or anger, he seemed more curious and stared gently at the short male. The girl, Lisa, immediately covered her mouth, a soft gasp leaving her lips as she glanced from Kit Summers and Emerson.

“I’m so sorry, Kit. I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have ... I should’ve known. I’m terribly sorry. God, I pushed you.”

“Lisa, it’s okay. You were angry, I forgive you. Please. Friends?”

“Friends.”

The two hugged gently before Lisa left and sat near the front of the class.

After a few seconds of silence, the students dispersed and sat down in their seats, chatting about their summer and other nonsense. Kit Summers’ fake blue gaze fell onto Emerson who was looking at everything, stopping occasionally on certain people or things around the classroom.

“You must be Emerson.” It was a statement, not a question, so Emerson just nodded in confirmation.

“I’m Kit Summers. Sebby told me about you. Didn’t think he was really serious when he said you were observant.”

Emerson could feel his cheeks heat up from embarrassment. He easily could tell Kit Summers wasn’t being mean or hateful towards the mint boy, but his words seemed to elicit an embarrassed reaction from the older.

They sat down beside each other. Emerson was feeling guilty, he probably just outed Kit Summers. He knew what that felt like, he’s done it before and it’s been done to him. He knew what he had to do.

“I’m sorry.”

It was a soft whisper, but it reached the blonde male beside him easily despite the ongoing lecture their teacher was giving them. The blonde lifted his head up and stared at Emerson. After a few minutes of silence, Emerson lifted his gaze and met the fake blue of Kit Summers. Resting on the younger’s face was a kind square shaped smile.

“I’m already out, Emmy. The school is just too big for everyone to know.”

That actually made sense, but Emerson’s mind was hooked on the nickname. No one has ever given him a nickname that wasn’t an insult or hateful word. Strangely, the mint boy felt the same comfortable pull of a destined friendship with the younger just as he did with Sebastian and Felix.

“Can I call you Kit?”

“Of course.”

~

His next class was gym. Despite rarely ever doing a physical activity, Emerson enjoyed basketball ... a lot.

Basketball was a great sport for him because he could easily remember the plays and he could read the players to know who to trust and what the enemy was going to do.

So when he entered the gym, having changed into his gym clothes in the stuffy locker room, he immediately made his way to the basketball rack. The rough ball felt perfect in his hands.

“Yo! You play?”

The mint boy turned his head and his chocolate gaze fell upon a young male student.

The jock who had shouted was a tall young man. His black hair was already slightly damp from sweat and his body was shaped wonderfully with muscles and definitions. His skin was of a warm golden color and his eyes were a matching warm dark honey color.

Emerson knew the younger to be from the group this morning. He must be Ash Fields.

“Yes.” Emerson nodded, realizing it had been a minute since the younger got his attention.

“You must be Emerson. The others have warned me about you. Said you can read minds. Tell me something about me that no one knows.”

Emerson could easily tell Ash Fields was just playfully joking. The mint boy actually relished in the younger’s youthful voice that had a slight bounce to it. And, something Emerson was amazed by, was when Ash Fields smiled and showed pearly white teeth.

“You like Kit Summers.”

Ash Fields’ eyes widened in sheer shock. No one knew about his crush. He definitely was mind-blown. How did this newcomer know?

“How... How did you know?”

Emerson rubbed his eye slightly, something he does when he gets agitated because he knows he’s about to say something he probably shouldn’t.

“You smell like sweat mixed with a natural aphrodisiac smell, vanilla and honey. Kit Summers’ blazer smells like that. I remember the sweet scent from last period. You aren’t dating, I can tell that much, but you two are close. Close enough to hug, so your scent wore off on him and therefore, I deduced you liked him. Plus you have a drawing of his on your hand, signed by him.”

Emerson took a few deep breaths, hoping he didn’t just scare away another possible friend.

“Wow. That’s ... amazing.” Ash Fields was shocked and wowed at the same time. Not at all scared or angry.

“Want to play some basketball?” The younger asked, a friendly smile playing on his pink lips.

~

After gym, Emerson made his way towards the cafeteria. He wasn’t surprised at the large amount of students herding themselves into the open cafeteria. As he entered, he immediately spotted Sebastian. The elder was sitting at a round table with five other males. Those five males were the students Emerson had seen in the morning, three of whom he had already met.

The mint boy’s gaze scanned across the entire cafeteria, finding nothing of real interest before his eyes met with a pair of warm cocoa eyes. Sebastian was staring at him with a soft smile. At the elder’s gesture to join him, Emerson nodded and shuffled his way towards the round table. He passed by a group of cheerleaders who were gossiping about a topic Emerson cared nothing for.

“Hey, Emmy!” Kit greeted the mint boy as he stood a few feet in front of Sebastian.

“Hello.” Emerson’s appearance and raspy yet quiet voice gained everyone’s attention.

“I know you haven’t met everyone. You may remember Felix, Kit, and Ash.” Sebastian pointed at the three males before Emerson’s gaze fell upon a student with a face that reminded him of Greek statues and it was strangely attractive.

The male had bronze skin that made his liquid chocolate eyes bright and warm. He wore the school uniform tight against his perfectly proportioned body. His warm chestnut brown hair was wavy and hung perfectly over his eyes.

“I’m Cameron Honor. You can call me Cam or Cameron.” Cameron smiled, his friendly demeanor connecting well with Emerson, much like the four other males the mint boy has met so far.

Beside the brunette male sat a small male with fluffy cotton candy hair. His fake blue colored gaze stared at Emerson in a way that confused the mint boy. Emerson never felt such a strong pull towards anyone in his entire life, but this small male made his mind go blank completely. Emerson needed to know who this boy was.

“And, last but never least, this is Frankie Bell. Frankie, say hi.” Sebastian spoke softly towards the pink candy boy. Frankie’s blue gaze shifted from Emerson to Sebastian before returning to the newcomer. That small break of eye contact allowed Emerson to fully observe Frankie Bell.

The smaller male had soft chubby cheeks, tiny hands, and a lithe frame that reminded Emerson of a dancer. Frankie’s hair was a wavy, curly pink cotton candy color. His eyes were like liquid honey shining in the sun, that turned into crescents when he smiled due to his chubby cheeks. His uniform fitted well against his lithe frame, but his blazer was a bit bigger and hung past his hands, which the younger gripped tightly.

“Hi.” Emerson was shocked at the overconfident smooth voice that left the pastel boy.

“Hey, Emmy, come sit down with us.” Kit started as the others sat down around the table.

Emerson nodded slightly before sitting in between Cameron and Frankie, the only available spot left. His senses were immediately overwhelmed by the smell of roses and lavender. His cat eyes flitted to Frankie and Cameron, who obviously were the ones who smelled like these flowers.

“So, Emerson, where are you from?” Kit asked while stuffing a mouthful of ramen into his mouth.

Emerson glanced around, seeing everyone eating various different dishes, but everyone ate out of a plastic container, indicating their food came from home.

Ash was eating chicken Alfredo pasta. Kit was enjoying a bowl of spicy chile ramen. Frankie was eating a healthy cranberry and pecan salad with a sweet dressing. Cameron was munching on a warm turkey melt with a bag of potato chips. Felix was scarfing down a fully topped burger with fries that looked fresh and warm. Sebastian was eating some baked chicken with a side salad and creamy mashed potatoes.

All their food looked homemade and freshly cooked. Emerson couldn’t understand how. His confused glances must’ve caught Sebastian’s gaze.

“I make everyone lunch since I have the previous period off. My house is just across the campus.” The elder clarifies, which immediately made sense to the mint boy. “I made you something. It’s just some leftover chicken from the one I baked. As well as some fries.”

The elder placed a plastic container filled with food in front of Emerson. The mint boy’s heart swelled at the kind gesture. He had just met the elder and yet, he still provided lunch for the younger. Emerson was grateful for it, since he hadn’t brought his own lunch.

It was a comfortable silence for Emerson as the group talked about random things that they did over the summer. Emerson figured they all hung out with each other at different times during their summer, since they spoke about their trip to an amusement park and their first time going to some new restaurant. After a solid ten minutes, Emerson only now remembered that Kithyung had asked him a question. His mouth worked faster than his brain could follow as he mumbled a soft, “England.” Everyone stopped talking and moved their gaze to the small mint haired boy.

“What was that, Emerson?” Cameron softly spoke beside the small male.

“I’m... I’m from England. Kit had asked me and I forgot to answer him. I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” Kit chuckled softly, his voice naturally deep which calmed Emerson away from his guilt. “It’s no big deal, Emmy. Don’t feel bad if you don’t answer our questions.”

“Yeah,” Cameron smiled, his dimples very prominent. “You should feel comfortable enough with us to tell us anything you want. We won’t pressure you into anything.”

Frankie nodded, his cheeks chubbier due to his mouth being full of his salad.

“Hey, who are they?” Ash’s voice was laced with confusion as everyone, even Emerson, turned their gaze to the main cafeteria entrance.