It bides its time...

     Jack had thought he was alone, so when an alluring sleepy voice broke the silence from behind him, the kid jumped, losing his balance in the process. “Whoa!”  He yelped, tumbling off the bed, landing in a sprawl on the dorm room’s floor with a loud thump! “Ah, fuck!” Jack cursed, rubbing his ass through his uniform. Where thee fuck had that voice come from? He leaned his head back, eyes roaming above him, when he spotted a pointed face of another boy. “Uh…” A grin crept onto his face, and within and instant he was back on his feet, standing immediately beneath his supercute roommate.      "Nah, babe, I totally got the right room.“ Jack leant against the frame of the bunk bed, the hardwood creaking under his added weight. "British, huh?” Cute and exotic. Scooore. Jackpot! Ding! Ding! Ding! This was going to be awesome. “That’s hot. I’m Jack, I can swallow a banana whole.” He pointed to his neck, a single brow waggling in suggestion. “No gag reflex.”

“N-no, you don’t understand. I’m not-not supposed to have a roommate.” Lucas scowled and ignored his peer’s comments. The headmaster, or rather ‘principal’, had promised him and his mother that he would never have a roommate. This was a compromise to what Lucas and his mother had discussed with him coming home one week out of the month to prevent harm to the other students.

He climbed down from his bed and quickly put on a shirt. “It’s p-part of my--” he paused, failing to come up with the right words. “--accommodation...” Now it sounded like he was a school favorite of sorts, although with his academic scholarship, it wasn’t far-fetched.

        Jack hauled the last of his boxes into his new room, and dropped them on the floor with a loud thump. “I can’t believe they’re doing this,” the teen muttered to himself as he teared open a box and began unpacking. “One little fuck up and suddenly we’re re-room? Bogus, so fucking bogus.” He yanked out a tied-dyed tapestry, glaring at the large green marijuana leaf painted onto its center. His grip loosened, eyes shutting as he took a deep breath. “Don’t let them fuck you up, Jack. Don’t let them,” he whispered. “Stick it to the man, dude. Stick it to them.”

       Shaking off the bad mojo, Jack hopped over another box, to one sitting on the spare bed.  He rummaged through it, pulling out a handful of thumb tacks, then climbed the bed and pinned his tapestry to the wall above it. “Beautiful,” Jack grinned at his handy work, and took a moment to admire the beautiful bleeding rainbow of colors.