Haha really??? At first I kind of thought that that's what people would think, but it's not, it's not based on that movie at all
"Sh*t..." I mumbled as I was about to leave the dorm. I had forgotten my binding... It would've been terrible if I were to go around campus with no binding... "I quickly went back into the dorm and into my room. I opened the bathroom door to see Kyle brushing his teeth... shirtless. "Oh. Morning Carter..." "PERVERT!!" I screamed and I slammed the door. "Sh*t! Damn it! What do I do?! Do I have to wait until he's done?! But my first class starts in five minutes!" "P-Pervert?! Carter? Is something wrong?" he asked. "No! Everything is fine!" "Are you sure? You said like you're panicking... Wait... What the hell is this? It looks like some sort of bandage... tensor thingy... Carter is this yours." Oh my Jesus Christ! Had I seriously left my binding in the bathroom?! I barged again into the bathroom and snatched my binding out of his hand. "Give it here you stupid idiot!" I shouted angrily. "So it was yours... what is it?" he asked. "It looks like some sort of bandage. Are you hurt somewhere?" he asked. "No! Just stay in the bathroom! I need to change my pan... boxers! An I'm self conscious, if you know what I mean so stay in there until I leave!" I said and I shut the door again. "Um... okay..." I quickly removed my vest and then my shirt. I quickly put the binding across my breast and winced at the slight uncomfortableness and quickly put my clothing back on. "I'm done! And I'm leaving!" I said and I quickly ran out again and ran to my class. I was late. "Mr.Carter Hydranzo... I presume," said my teacher. My chemistry teacher, Mr.Bane. "Um... yes. Sorry I'm late sir," I said. "It's fine today. But I expected more from the honorary scholarship student," he said smugly. "Well we were just in the middle of choosing lab partners, I will place with... Dustin Greave." I looked over towards the cute kid I had met yesterday. The little and short blonde haired one. When he saw me he smiled. He had recognized me. I made my way over to him and sat down next to him. "Hey... we met yestersay, right?" I asked. "Yeah we did. I'm Dustin Greave and you are Carter Hydranzo. Well, I hope we can become friends," he said with a smile. Friends... Maybe the year wasn't going to be all that bad.
As I was going back to the dorm there were a group of girls... around three or four surrounding someone. I was curious so I went to go see what was going on. "Oh my god he is so good-looking!" said one of the girls. I pushed past her to see the guy, James studying on a bench. He looked at one of the girls before sighing and looking down again. "I said it once and I'll say it again, I'm not interested... please leave me alone. Besides you shouldn't be here on our school property, go home." Jerk! Even though he isn't interested he still doesn't have to act like a total as*hole! I watched as the girl ran away crying and her friends went after her. I turned and left. I hadn't gotten very far when I get someone grab my sleeve. "You..." I turned to see James. He gave me an odd look before releasing me. "Forgive me... but you are very... feminine looking. I met your brother at the entrance exams and you... don't really look the same as you did before. Did you lose weight or muscle?" I blushed. "What the hell is your problem! Don't say I'm feminine looking that's offensive! It's not my fault I look more like a female! Don't be a jerk!" He raised and eyebrow. "Sorry. I was just saying. Don't get so worked up about it unless you really are a girl." "I'm not a girl!" "You sure seem to act like it!" he pinned me up against a tree. "Don't be such a princess or else guys will fall for that pretty face of yours," he said stoking my cheek. "LAY OFF YOU GAY PERVERT!!" I shouted and I slapped him. "How dare you call me a girl and then do that to me! Just bugger off!" He smirked. "I misjudged you... I'm sorry." "Misjudged me...? Anyways just leave me alone!" I shouted and I quickly ran past him. Oh no... had he possibly found out about me? He couldn't have... I couldn't let anyone know... or I'd be sent back home... and that was something I didn't want to happen.