Chapter 7

Art tentativly knocked on the door, which swung open.

"Come in."

Art and seiji walked into the head's study. Sir sat on his desk, legs swinging. Scattered around him were various bits of paper that looked midly important, his intray was overflowing with bits of paper that looked very important. And in his out-tray, was a copy of volume 6 of Yu-gi-oh, the manga.

Sir glanced at them, and giggled, "Well, well, well, Artur, you really have surpassed yourself this time."

"Just tell us what we've done wrong and be done with it."

Sir glanced sympathetically at Seiji, "I'm sorry I had to call you here, it really isn't your fault. You look such a sweet boy."

Seiji turned and glared at Art, "See, I said it was all your fault."

Sir giggled again, "Yes, yes you're right, it is all Art's fault." He's expression turned to that of utter menace, "Art, what the hell were you doing spending the night in a pupil's dormitory?"

Art shrugged, "Ash was having a bad time, because his dorm chucked him out and he was scared they were gonna come back and beat him up."

"You're lying Artur, so I will rephrase the question. What the hell were you doing spending the night in a pupil's bed?"

Art blushed, "Seiji's my boyfriend, and he made me."

Seiji looked up, "Fair do's to Art, I did, I said I wouldn't come to his room, and if he missed me that much he could stay with me."

Sir shook his head, "Well, I don't actually have a problem with that, and that wasn't why I wanted to see you Artur, I also wanted to see you Seiji, because you seem like a halfway decent lad," Okay, imagine here, Sir is much misunderstood, by that he means that Seiji is gay and not a hyperactive freak, "And I need you're opinion."

"What is the real reason then?" Art asked,

Sir jumped off his desk, and hunted around for several peices of paper. He put them on Art's lap, "Today is the third day we have had the new year. Correct?" He continued without waiting for an answer, "These are letters from teachers that have already arrived on my desk, describing them variously as: A bunch of hooligans; Sluts; Weridos and A load of mismatched sex obsessed freaks. Some of the reports incule Eagle Yue aswell, as I understand he hangs out with the first years?"

Art nodded, "So they're the worst year we've ever had, what's the problem?"

"Mr Rothborne refuses to be head of year, now I understand that you," cough, "get on well with this year, correct?" Again, he didn't wait for an answer, "I wonder if you would concider the post of Head of Year, just for this year, James Rothborne is an NQT, and I really don't think he can cope with it."

Art shrugged, and turned to Seiji, "Would you mind if I had to spend more time with you?"

Seiji grinned, "When have I ever minded that, ok, yes I do mind if you bug me all the time," He turned to Sir, "Would it actually make any difference Art being head of year?"

Sir grinned, "Yup, it would mean that he was actually allowed to sleep in your room, although," He winced, "Not in your bed, but I'm prepared to turn a blind eye." He turned back to Art, "So will you?"

Art grinned, "Why not?"

Sir turned back to Seiji, "Your year, as we have dicussed, is a problem year. I need to know who the problems are. As of the moment, we can't actually do anything about them, but I would appreciate knowing."

Seiji thought about it for a moment, "Ally, Mikey, J and Toni,"

Sir picked up a folder off his desk, he flicked through it, "And not Charles? It says here he is quite good friends with them,"

Seiji shrugged, "If being a good friend to you means wanking everytime you speak then Charlie is a very good friend to Ally,"

Sir laughed, "I like your sense of humour young man"

The bell rang for the end of break, Sir's face fell, "Over so soon, ah well Seiji, I suppose you ought to go. Art, if you wouldn't mind staying for a while."

The rest of the day was pretty hectic for Art, who had loads of stuff to sort out, being Head of Year wasn't much fun. In truth, he did it for Seiji. The love of his life. *Snick snick snick*

At lunchtime the staffroom was filled with converstation, about Art.

"I'm really worried about Artur,"

"Why, don't you think he's up for being a head of year,"

"No, it's not that, he's been taking a student for extra art lessons,"

A few sniggers,

"And really is teaching him drawing."

"Seiji's a good artist," said Art from the doorway.

All the other teachers blushed at being caught talking about him beheind his back. He went and flopped in an armchair, "Seiji's even better at drawing than I am, and so I don't really see the point in teaching him with the rest of the class, we're doing studies after school."

Miss Haversham, the ancient spinster history teacher stared, at him in amazement, "What? And not screwing him?"

Art laughed, "What do you take me for? Of course I'm screwing him." He shrugged, "What kind of a freak wouldn't screw his boyfriend?"

Silence.

"Boyfriend?" someone tentativly asked,

Art shrugged, "Yuhuh, we've been going out for," he looked at his watch, "11 months 25 days, 8 hours, 14 minutes and....... 30 seconds" he laughed, "God, I'm pathetic."

Mr Crosswin who taught Math counted on his fingers, "So...longer than he's been here then?"

Art looked shocked, "Yes! I'd never date a pupil! Screw them, yes, but not date."

"But you are dating a pupil."

Art shook his head, "No, my boyfriend happens to turn up to my lessons, there's one whole hell of a difference." He smirked and stood up, "Right ho, well, must be off, so you can carry on gossiping about me."

As the bell went for the end of lunch, the kids filed into the drama studio. A small slight woman, in her late twenties, dark brown hair cut short and spikey, looking expectantly up at them. "Sit down then!" she grinned, as they all hurriedly sat down in a vauge circle around her. "My name's Andrea Byworth, but you can call me Andi, as I think both my names are vile," she laughed, and looked at them. "I'm not going to do that stupid 'lets say our names in a circle' because this isn't primary school."

The kids were stunned, she was so...to the point, blunt I think was the word.

"This term we're doing A Midsummer Night's Dream, we're going to do it traditionally, and I'm going to cast it. When you get to the upper sixth you can do more experimental dramas, but for the moment, we'll do it properly." She grinned, and looked at the twins, "Although I'm thinking comedy of errors might have been a better choice." she laughed. "Nienna, on a shelf over there are a load of battered copies of the play, can you bring them out." she pointed to shelf behind her, "Today, we're just going to muck around a bit, and also work out if we need to cut any bits or characters, thinking about how many there are. Now, get into groups of 4 please, with no more than 2 girls in each group."

"Ummm, there're 14 of us, we don't fit into groups of 4"

"Fine, I'll put you into groups of 4."

Seiji laughed, "How will that help?"

"Because then I decide who goes in which group."

At 7:00, after the dreaded chapel, taken by sir, who has to be the least holy of everyone, Art wandered across to the art room to find Seiji already sitting at his sketch book, idely sketching away, and Charlie and Satu standing there expectantly. "Oh bugger," he sighed, "I'd forgotten I gave you detentions, and it's wedenesday." he shrugged, and picked up two aprons off of the hook, "Put these on, under the sink there's cleaning stuff. Get cleaning, and don't disturb Seij, who's trying to work." he looked around, "Where's the other two?"

They both shrugged, "Dunno," muttered Satu, "They said something about you being a stupid gay freak and that they wouldn't show up."

"hmmm, well, I'll just have to..."

Art was silence by Seiji grabbing him by the chin, and pulling his head to one side. "Thanks," he muttered before going back to his sketch book,

"Ow," Art rubbed his chin, "What was that for?"

"I wanted to see your nose."

Art shook his head, "Alright, but next time, ask please."

"Nope,"

Quarter of an hour late, Mikey and Charlie showed up. Art glared at them, "You're late, and I should punish you for your lateness." He glanced at Seiji, "Dammit, my boyfriend's here."

"I'm not going anywhere," Seiji muttered, "But I'm happy to turn a blind eye if you want." He smirked

Art shook his head, "No, you could be useful, think up a way it can be worse for them."

Seiji thought about it, for about a second, and then laughed, "They could do it naked."

Art shook his head, "No, I might get the sack if I undressed them, although." he glanced at them, "shirts off boys." he grinned evilly.

"No way." Ally shook his head,

Mikey looked at him, "But, uh, we always wander round with our shirts off, what's the problem,"

"I don't trust him."

Art shrugged, "There are ways, and there are ways," he said, and, with one swift swoop of his hand, managed to undo all the buttons on Ally's shirt. He laughed, "Now you might aswell take it off." He said, and took it off for him.

Mikey shrugged, and took his shirt off.

"Now go start cleaning." Art ordered.

The remaining three quarters of an hour of the detention, Seiji spent, abandoning the project Art had assigned him, Drawing Ally and Mikey wandering around without their shirts. He smiled quietly to himself, these might make good blackmail someday.

Meanwhile, Tor knocked shyly on the girls dorm door,

"Come in!"

He opened it slightly, "Uh Mara?"

She looked up, grinning, "You can come in you know, we won't bite. Or at least, I don't THINK Raven bites." She laughed,

He ignored that comment, "I was wondering, if you still wanted to come and learn dancing with me." he mumbled,

"Of course! Do you have time now?" Mara asked, eyes shining in delight,

Tor nodded, "Kinda why I'm here," he grinned, and, for a second, turned into Fergie, but then looked more like Tor again, blushing heavily, "If you want, of course?"

Mara jumped up and ran to the door, "Let's go ask Melle if we can use the studio."

At 8 o'clock, Art ordered all his charges back to their dorms, "Even you Furu-Yama," he added, making Seiji leave.

Seiji had just got back to his dorm, when the most spectacular fight broke out.

Tor walked in, a huge grin on his face.

"Where you been?" Demanded Fergie,

"Remember, I said I was going to teach Mara to dance,"

Fergie scowled slightly, and was about to speak, when the door was flung open. Mara ran in "Thanks," she giggled, and, standing on tiptoes, kissed Tor on the cheek, before running out again.

Fergie turned on his brother, "You taught her how to dance, Irish style," he said, a face like thunder,

Tor nodded,

"But she's not Irish,"

Tor shrugged, "she's good at it though"

Fergie picked up Tor with one hand and flung him against the wall, "And I asked you not to"

Tor gulped, "Sorry?" he ventured,

"Don't do it again," said Fergie, letting him slide down the wall,

"No can do," Tor grinned,

"What?"

Tor smiled, "I'm still gonna help her," he laughed, "she's cute,"

Fergie's eyes narrowed,

Tor laughed, "Oh that's what it is, is it?" he pushed Fergie out of his way, and went to climb the ladder to his bed, "Well then I couldn't care less."

At 9:30, Art wandered around all the dorms, doing lights out half an hour early. He popped his head into Seiji's dorm, "Alright, lights out now guys." He looked at Ash, "Ok, you'r officially in this dorm now."

Everyone stared at him blankly,

"But, it's not for another half of an hour," pointed out Matt.

Art turned to Eagle, "Explain it will you," he turned to Seiji, "At half past ten I will be back, I want you in my bed, naked, waiting for me." He smirked and walked out.

"What the hell?" Everyone turned to Eagle, apart from Seiji, who was used to just doing as he was told by Art,

Eagle explained, slowly and patiently, "By wednesday, the teachers are all really fed up with us, so they go to the pub for a drink. They can't normally last past half nine, so they go then, Art always comes back early though," he sniggered, "I wonder why."

Seiji left at quarter past ten, by which time all the lights were out, to go up to Art's room.

At about half past ten, there was a knocking on their dorm door, and some sniffing.

"Come in," Alex called,

Nienna and Mara walked in, holding their duvets, arms wrapped around a crying Raven.

Eagle jumped up, Matt slipped down from his bed, and they both rushed over to her, and hugged her.

"What happened?" Alex asked

Mara answered, seeing as Nienna was shaking slightly, "Uh, Ally and Mikey invaded our dorm, and well," she blushed, "Ally, Mikey, J and Toni weren't nice to watch all together."

Ash shuddered, "Nasty,"

Mara looked around, "We thought we might be able to sleep on the floor in here."

Matt looked up, "Well seeing as Seiji wont be back till morning, one of you can have his bed, and the other the bunk above his."

The two girls smiled gratefully, and quickly fell into bed.

Matt turned to Raven, "You sleep in my bed,"

"Bbbut, Wwhat about you." She stammered.

Matt glanced at Eagle, who nodded, "I'm sure I'll find somewhere.

Raven clambered up onto the top bunk and fell straight asleep.

Matt turned to Eagle, "You don't mind do you?" he asked,

"Hell no," Eagle grinned, "Heaven on earth,"

Matt shuddered, "Rules, No...funny business, we've done it before, so it shouldn't be a problem, and also, just remember, we're doing it for your sister."

Eagle nodded, and shifted over, as Matt snuggeled down beside him.

For a few minutes, there was silence, in the semi darkness of the dorm. Alex glanced across at Raven who was lying in the top bunk opposite where he was. For a while, he lay there, watching her breathing. He shook his head, he had to get her out of his mind, Eagle would eat him alive if he even caught him looking at her.

Ash broke the silence, "Ask a stupid question, and all that, but why are Matt and Eagle sharing, and the twins not?"

Alex laughed to himself, "They're fighting,"

"Are not," Snapped Tor,

"Yes we are,"

Ash laughed, "Are you, or are you not."

"We're not fighting," Tor answered, "Fergal is being a stupid prick."

"We are fighting," Fergie answered, "Because Torin cares more about sleeping some stupid girl than his family."

In the darkness, Mara swore she could see Tor turning red.

"Well you wouldn't understand," Tor snapped, "Because you only ever sleep with family,"

"In fairness to me," Fergie pointed out, "It's only you,"

"And cousin Thomas, and cousin Sean,"

Fergie shrugged, "You sleep with cousins too,"

"Once," Tor snapped, "And we were bored, it was cold, and she's really hot."

Fergie snorted, "Kathy, hot?"

Art flung the door open, "I suggest you lot shut up," he glance around, "otherwise someone other than me might turn up, and notice that there are girls sleeping in a boys dorm,"

Mara turned to him, "But Mr Art, Toni and J are screwing Mikey and Ally in our dorm, can't you do something."

Art, softened by being called Mr Art, thought about it, "I will in the morning, but not now, straight sex makes me feel ill." He laughed, and turned to Nienna who was sleeping in Seiji's bed, "Nienna, if you look down the side of Seij's bed, you'll find his sword, I suggest you put it on the floor." He smirked to himself, "and his diary's under his pillow,"

"What!" Nienna squealed, "That's so harsh, you can't tell us that."

"Think I would?" Asked Art, "Seij doesn't keep a diary, I was winding you up." He turned to Matt, "And you, straight boy, what are you doing in bed with my toyboy?"

"Long story," Eagle laughed, and then, mouthed, so only Art could see, "And it's heaven."

Art looked at his watch, "Oh shit, I told Seij I'd be in bed by half ten, so he'll either be majorly pissed off, or asleep." He laughed, and shut the door.

In the silence that followed, as Eagle felt Matt relax into semi-sleep beside him, he tentativly wrapped his arms around him, wishing he could tell Matt sincerly how he felt, and wishing Matt felt the same. He lent forward, and gently kissed Matt on the forehead, "Night Matty," he whispered, before falling asleep.