Chapter 1- Encounter The rain was thundering on the windows. The odd crack of lightning could be heard above the constant patter of raindrops. A thoroughly miserable Sunday evening, ironic considering that the first day of school was tomorrow. Lee ran a hand through his sleek, black hair. He had arrived at his room in the school building, just as the downpour had started. He was completely soaked, and thus, not in the best of moods. As he stripped off his shirt to reveal a lean, muscular body, he reflected on the day to come. He decided he wasn't looking forward to it. He looked around the room, scanning for a towel. The room was sparsely furnished, a 32 inch TV on top of a cabinet that had a couple of empty shelves, a bed in the right corner, a small door leading into a bathroom, which, upon inspection, was completely clean and seemed brand new, a small but comfortable kitchen and finally, a decent sized table in the left corner. He couldn't complain about the room, it was pretty nice. He strolled over to the bathroom and found a towel inside a cabinet. As he made to exit the room, he caught his reflection in the large beside mirror. His green eyes shone back at him, his fringe hung over his brow and a small scar covered his right cheek. He had gotten that a few years ago. He had also previously fractured his jaw, but showed no effects, his firm jaw line covered in a sprinkling of stubble. He knew he was very good looking but it didn't really mean much as his reputation scared away most girls, the ones who weren't afraid, didn't interest him in the slightest. There had been a girl, but that was a long time ago now. He noticed the school logo on the towel, and his mood promptly turned sour once more. He had been very pleased upon learning of his entry into the school, but on that very day, his elation had been wiped. As he stood on the stage, receiving his certificate of achievement, he'd heard it. It was just a murmur, but it made his blood boil. 'What's a tramp like that doing here' the voice had said. Lee had realised he wasn't dressed as well as most others in the hall, and he also realised that the fight had further sullied his appearance, but it still irked him. He knew he was, in terms of the structure of society, the lowest of the low, and that many of his peers were insanely rich and members of the upper middle class, some, he wagered, were probably aristocratic. Still, in his mind that didn't give them the right to look down on him. However, he was smart. Very smart. He had kept his cool and ignored the remark. That would have been the end of the issue, but the boy who had made the remark had later confronted him. 'You- You're supposed to ask me if I want another drink, boy' he slurred, the wine drinking had clearly upped his courage. Lee gave him an icy glare in response. The boy recoiled but the alcohol had him talking again pretty fast. 'Who are you to look at me like that? Didn't your mother teach you manners?!' he shrieked. A few of his friends had come up behind him and one placed a hand on his arm, a grin plastered on his features, blonde and tall he seemed like the groups leader. 'Leave it James, his mother was probably some crack whore. The guy was probably an accident. What happened kid? Gangbang to earn her next fix was it?' he mocked. His posh friends guffawed with laughter. Lee just rolled his eyes. Wow these rich kids are mature, he thought. He shook his head and moved away but the tall boy grabbed his arm and had shoved him against the wall, near the exit of the Great Hall. Lee had sighed, drawing the ire of the tall boy. 'Oh are you too good for us now?' he spat. Lee grinned. The boy became incensed. 'Are you an idiot or something?' he yelled. Lee stopped grinning, instead giving him a bored look. The blonde boy had slapped him then. Lee, acting on instinct, dropped him with a vicious right punch. The rest of the crowd had indignantly yelled and swarmed forward. Lee remembered even more clearly what had happened next. A teacher- his Head of Year- had dispersed the crowd, grabbed Lee out of the crowd and dragged him into a nearby corridor. Lee had foolishly smiled and thanked the teacher for the help. He hadn't even seen the slap coming. He had stood dumbstruck. 'I don't care about you. I don't give a damn what you think of me and I couldn't care less who the hell you think you are. You just slapped the son of the man 3rd in line to the throne. You are a common street urchin. I don't care what the exam said. If i here a word from you at the start of the semester, you'll pay. Understand boy? he had barked. Lee had nodded numbly, awestruck by what had happened. He had briefly considered striking the man back, but the teacher was large and very broad. He had heard rumours that the man had served in the U.S Marines. A knock on the door promptly brought him back to reality. He was still shirtless but hadn't had a chance to unpack, so answered anyway. At the door was Mr Daniels, the Head of Year, and his assistant, Miss Stewart. He was mildly amused to notice the glance that Miss Stewart had given him. She was pretty hot. Blonde, slender, striking blue eyes, he liked what he saw too. Mr Daniels' loud bark wiped the smirk from his face. 'Come and see me tomorrow. We need to have a meeting to discuss the coming year. Miss Stewart has been tasked with keeping an eye on you as you've been categorized as a potential risk. We will talk more in the morning. 7am sharp. My office. That will be all.' he said. As the door closed, Lee frowned. Though the prospect of being monitored by Miss Stewart was appealing, he wasn't happy at being categorized as a risk. Daniels pissed him off. Another crack of thunder sounded, making Lee jump. He sighed. Things weren't looking good.