Best mate

My mom had just left me in the school but not before shedding a few tears. How would her son survive alone when she had been spoon-feeding him all his life? I was just 17 years old but I was determined to survive, I was determined to make my name known in this school and I was sure I was going to achieve it. She sat in her car, glanced back at me one more time and drove away. For the first time in a long time, I had been left alone. It felt nice but it also felt lonely. I walked back to my assigned house using the c-shaped road. The school was quite big. Big enough that ten meters was a big deal but I was sure I would get used to it. My house was a beauty in Acorn International. It had been dubbed the eighth wonder of the world, though it was just exaggeration. It was a storey building held upright by intricately designed pillars that seemed to be made of marble. It was the only house in Acorn International that gave the luxury of a television to its students as if they weren't luxurious themselves. Me? Oh no, I came from a humble home but there was nothing that I lacked. It was four in the evening and per Acorn's rules, parents were mandated to leave their wards by then. Our seniors put on quite the nice façade to the parents just to leech off some money for themselves but now that they were gone, we the children felt hell. Of course, I am exaggerating but it was still bad. With newfound authority they bossed us around and made us do all sorts of absurd things. It was an all boys' school after all. They assigned rooms and lockers to us and I felt bad for the extravagant ones. You could say their provisions were raided. As I unpacked into my locker and chose a bed for myself. I made a new friend, he was handsome. He was.... hot. Why am I saying this? He spoke to me first by the way and his name was Jesse. Jesse had been studying me for a while ever since I meticulously arranged and rearranged my locker to suit my tastes. "You're really organized.", he said. I turned around shocked that someone would be speaking to me this early, "Oh, thank you. Yours looks nicely arranged too." I lied and he saw right through it. "You mean this? No, it's very bad."and he started laughing. His laughter was attractive too. I couldn't help but stare at his early moustache that he would have to shave anyway. What a shame? We kept staring at each other until the seniors gave count. They had warned us beforehand that the count shouldn't be missed so we snapped back and rushed to the compound. It was torture back there, they made we the juniors stand in the dimming but still scorching sun until sweat beaded down our bodies. At five, they finally dismissed us. Hmm, not really. They started giving us orientation about the do's and don't's of the house. We were told that now that we were here, we were all brothers and we shouldn't bully each other even though the rule seemed not to apply to them. We were told that Acorn International had its own ugly history of homosexuals who were caught and dealt with but they believed some of them still lurked in their midsts. The seniors warned us to not tolerate the idea of being gay or else they couldn't even explain what they would do to us. They went on to say that we shared a common bathroom and that we should be boys and embrace our bodies before they chased us into the bathhouse. It was open and in two sections. The further section from the entrance was for the seniors and theirs only. Any junior that found himself there was punished but for the section closer to the entrance, we stripped naked and started washing up. Some of us were shy, others were used to the boarding school system and I, I just played along even though I was a bit insecure about my package. I made it a point to finish up quickly and leave but I couldn't bring myself to. I stole glances at my wet muscular colleagues. They were majestic in the water. Their compact chests were too tempting not to touch or suckle on. Even the skinny ones had something to show off. Between their legs dangled huge wood of all varieties. It was too huge for a teenager and too sexy. I wasn't thinking straight, my head spun around but I got out of there in time but not before stealing a few more glances. The seniors beckoned us to dress up for the evening. We were to be in a white long sleeve shirt and a khaki trouser. While changing, I noticed Jesse had switched bed positions. He was now under me on the bunk bed and his locker was directly below mine. "Hey", he stuck his head out of the bottom bed, "You never really told me your name". I realized that I suck at introductions and so I immediately remedied the situation. "Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Naveen. Naveen O'Hara." "Are you from this country?",he asked "Why do you ask that?" "You certainly don't look like you're from here. You look foreign because your features are feminine." I didn't know how to take it. Even though I faced such comments my entire life, I still did not know how to take it so I smiled faintly and nodded my head like an i***t. "No offense or anything but you would make a great model. I actually want to be a hand model, y'know." It was weird but okay. We had to head outside again. The seniors were filing us up to march to the dining hall. They told us that it was compulsory. No, it wasn't but I didn't know until months later.