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By the end of his first week Steve was pleasantly disciplined and mildly anxious of Sunday night. When he first arrived he was given a slip of paper that said Sunday, 3:25 PM with Father Thomas..He had heard in whispers stories of what happens on the weekends. Some boys say its the true teachings and the Brothers always say that it is the only thing that really works from some boys. From the trembling hands and fearful whispers Steve could guess what occurs in those rooms.
He sat alone in the cafeteria. Bryce and his band of repressed teens glared at him till he took the hint he wasn't wanted at their table. Sitting alone at the table eating whole wheat tuna sandwiches Steve couldn't help but think it was funny that he was only allowed near males. The girls at their own camps and only allowed to intermingle on Sundays, according to Emilio from the math study group who helps him with Claculus. Wouldn't it be better to take them away from their so called temptation, Steve wondered.
Steve took a bite of his tuna sandwich, thinking about how his Jewish family on his father's side would be horrified to know he was in a Catholic school. His DeeDee would huff and screech at his father, always mad Steve was never brought up on their teachings. Always blaming Steve's mom for his dads neglect in Steve's life. He laughed when everything came to a halt.
His Nonna. His mothers mom had been their for a large part of his childhood. She truly loved him and maybe this is just delusions created after not seeing a familiar face in almost a week, but she would accept him. She would pull him into a hug, ranting off in Italian how he was her precious stone, her everything, her Stefano. She wouldn't have sent him off to this hell.
Steve's thoughts were surrounded so thickly with familial love and his Nonna he didn't notice the man who slipped next to him on the table. Sandy blonde hair geled back and green shirt safely tucked into his kaki shorts.
"Hi!" Steve's attention was snapped to the mans higher pitched voice. Confused brown eyes meeting eager ones.
"Uh, hi?" He mumbled, mouth still full of tuna. The man across from him grimaced but still looked at him brightly.
"I'm David, I heard you're new around here. And you've already been sent to disciplinary twice! Wow, I was like you once too. I tried resisting God, but I have finally embraced it and I'm so happy!" David, leaned on his arms over the table nearly in Steve's space. Steve unconsciously leaned away from him, lips curling down as he eyed warily. His plastic smile pulling his face in an ugly imitation of emotions.
Steve raised an eyebrow and eyed him warily glaring at this David head on. He shoved his sandwich away from himself, giving him his full attention. That seemed to spark genuine emotion of relief in David's eyes.
"Oh really? What pray tell gave you the idea to stop resisting God?" Steve sneered, narrowed eyes watching as David's lips curled in a semblance of a smile with too much teeth to be genuine.
"Trust me, once you meet Father Micheals your whole outlook will change." And then he was leaving. Voice dark as the threat slipped off his tongue. Walking to another group of thin boys who eyed Steve like vultures ready for an abandoned carcass.
He looked down at his half eaten tuna sandwich. The sounds of aimless chatter filling the large auditorium around him. But through all the noise. Obnoxious laughs from tables away, squeeling laughter from food fights, and just pointless conversations. The only distinct sound Steve could make out from the ringing in his ears. Was the hammering of his heart.
Sunday was only hours away.