Justin Timberlake pulled at the scratchy collar of his uniform, as he headed back to his room. For the past two days he had been stuck in orientation, learning all about the magnificence that was his new school, Olmwood Academy. He hated it already. He missed his old school in Memphis, but since he had reached the ninth grade this year, and his school stopped at eighth, his parents decided to send him to the most prestigious prep school for boys, which would help their burgeoning social status. Plus, they don't have to deal with the fact that I'm bisexual when I'm all the way in Massachusetts, he thought bitterly. He remembered the last conversation he'd had with his father before he came here, with his father telling him that he could rid himself of his "unnatural urges" here at Olmwood. Which could be translated to: sleep with a couple of boys and get it out of your system before you go to college and marry a nice girl. Justin was so entranced in the sad state of affairs that his life had become that he didn't notice where he was going until he almost walked into someone.

"Whoa there!" said the stranger, as he grabbed Justin's elbow to keep him from falling over.

"I'm sor…" Justin began, but trailed off as he looked up, and into the most stunning pair of blue eyes he'd ever been acquainted with. As he took in the rest of the face, the short thick chocolate brown hair, the excellent cheekbones, he realized his mouth was open and promptly shut it. "Sorry." he mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up.

The boy put his finger under Justin's chin and made him look up. A sexy grin slid across the boy's face, and Justin's breath caught in his throat. "It's okay. Just be careful, huh?" He slid his finger from Justin's chin to his cheek as he leaned in and whispered, "Wouldn't want you to fall on that pretty face of yours, now would we?"

With that, the boy walked away, leaving a stunned Justin in his wake. Okay, maybe I was too harsh to judge this school so early, he thought, a smile ghosting his face. He walked into his room, and saw that the bed that had been empty when he had left for his last orientation session was now occupied.

"So, you're my new roommate, huh?" asked the boy. Justin jumped at the intrusion. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." the boy laughed, holding out his hand. "I'm Tyler Chasez. And you?"

"Justin Timberlake." Justin answered, taking his hand. "And did you say Chasez? As in Chasez Oil?"

Tyler nodded. "The one and only. Timberlake. That's a new one. So, what are you, scholarship or new money?" Justin looked at him in confusion, and Tyler began to explain. "There are three distinctions here at Olmwood. The first is old money, like me, which are basically people who have been rich for decades. Then there's new money, which are people who have only recently become rich. And then scholarship, who are regular kids who aren't rich, but are usually smart as hell, so they're here on, duh, scholarship."

Justin nodded in understanding. "Then, new money, I guess. My dad's a senior vice president at Taylor and Bass."

"Really?" asked Tyler. He then stuck his head out of the door and yelled, "Lance, get your ass in here!" A blonde boy with bright green eyes bounded in, hitting Tyler in the back of the head.

"Don't be calling my name all out, Chasez. I'm trying to keep a low profile," the new boy said, glaring playfully at him. He noticed Justin. "New roommate?" he asked Tyler.

"Yes, and I love how you asked me that like he's not sitting there. Justin, this is Lance Bass. Lance, this is Justin Timberlake. His dad's a vice president at your company. Justin, please excuse Lance's bad manners, but when you've got as much money as he does, you don't learn how to be polite."

Lance answered by hitting Tyler in the back of the head again. "My manners are excellent! And plus, I'm from Mississippi. You know, southern hospitality and all that." He held his hand out to Justin. "It's good to meet you man. It'll be good to have someone with some sense around." Justin laughed and shook the outstretched hand.

"Hey!" protested Tyler. "How do you know that he has good sense? We could get to know him and find out that he's out of his mind."

"Well, then he'll be in good company," announced a new voice. "Because God knows that Lance is the only one of us who is capable of rational thought."

"Kirkpatrick!" Lance yelled, patting the newcomer on the back. The dark haired boy came up to Justin. "Chris Kirkpatrick? And you?"

"Justin Timberlake." Justin announced for the third time in ten minutes. Chris plopped on Justin's bed beside him. "So, I see that you've been adopted by the gang already. So, where you from?"

"Memphis, Tennessee." he answered. Chris nodded.

"New money." Tyler offered and the other two nodded.

"Damn, aren't we going to get anymore scholarship folks in here? I'm tired of hanging with all of you rich bastards. I need someone normal to hang with" Chris whined.

Lance laughed. "All the other scholarship people are dorks, spending all their time studying. That's why you hang with us. And trust me, Chris; you will never be described as normal. And speaking of abnormal, where's Carter?"

"Unpacking. You know how his mother is. She made him bring all this shit that he'll never use and now he's cluttering up our room with it. Well, either that or jerking off." answered Chris.

"Well, thankfully, you never bring anything, so I can always use your shelf space. And as for the second thing, you know that my sexual prowess is unparalleled, so I always can find someone to jerk it for me." said a tall blonde as he strode in to the room like he owned it.

"Justin, this is my roommate, Nick Carter. Nick, this is Justin. He's new here, so can we please refrain from corrupting him so early? No one should have to be bombarded with tales of your sexcapades on their first day," said Chris.

"Come on, let's go to the café. Since I'm sure that orientation told Justin nothing, it's our duty to acquaint Justin to life at Olmwood." announced Tyler, standing from his bed and pulling Justin from his. Justin looked at the group of guys who had chosen to hang with him, and the mysterious blue-eyed stranger. Yep, maybe Olmwood wouldn't be that bad after all.

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