Isan woke slowly, without fanfare. He never was one for waking up. The longer he stayed in bed, the more time he had before his father started in on him. It was nice, he thought, as he tilted his face towards the warmth coming through the window...wait, window?!

His eyes snapped open, and he froze, sleep-addled mind trying to make sense of the countryside whizzing by.

oh.

He suddenly realized that he wasn't at home and that his father was miles and miles away. It was a very good realization, he decided, before closing his eyes and starting to drift off again.

"Ah, shit."

Isan's eyes flashed open again, and he turned his head to the side so hard he almost gave himself whiplash.

There, sitting next to him was a boy who looked to be about his age with shoulder-length brown hair, cradling his pointer finger and looking reproachfully at a small suitcase beside him.

"Suitcases were supposed to go in the front of the train."

The words came out of Isan's mouth before he could stop himself.

In turn, the boy glanced at Isan and rolled his eyes.

"I fucking knew that. Didn't wanna."

Isan was taken aback.

What was this guy's problem? He curled further in on himself reflexively.

Were a lot of Previon 1st-years like this? Isan did NOT want to find out. Still...Previon was his escape from "home," from his parents. Even though his little sister was still there, he'd find a way to get her out. It would just take some time.

He wouldn't let anyone's sour attitude ruin this for him.

As he stared forward with resolve, he heard the other boy scoff.

"Typical rich kid." He muttered under his breath, most likely not meaning for him to hear. "Silver spoon up his fuckin' ass."

Isan kept his face as impassive as he could, but his eyes drooped.

So that was what people thought when they saw him. All they saw was what was on the outside, his clothes, and stature. Everything about him bled wealth and high-upbringing.

He sighed and rested his chin on the palm of his hand, looking around at the people around him. As his eyes scanned towards the back, he suddenly made eye contact with a pair of deep, almost unsettling brown/black eyes.

The boy they belonged to was big, and not in a sense of wideness. He was broad and muscular, with toned arms that were framed by a tight-fitted shirt.

Isan didn't know what made him keep eye contact with the strange boy. Maybe he was simply curious, or maybe what Isan saw in those dark eyes was the same thing he saw every time he looked in the mirror.

After what felt like hours, but was only a few moments, the other boy quickly looked away, staring at the floor.

"Staring at a boy like that is unnatural. If I see you looked at Garrett Hensworth one more time during this party, I'll cane you."

Something his father had told him at a party when he was 12 and had held eye contact with a boy for too long.

Face colored with shame, Isan turned back around in his seat, a cool palm coming up to sooth his burning forehead. No one around him seemed to notice his mortification though, causing him to sigh in relief and sink a little lower in his seat.

Most certainly, he was off to a great start.

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