Thread: : I'll do anything. Yes, anything... : (Punkjello & Aember)

Gabriel Gustava was at the top of his senior class and the time for graduation was slowly rolling up. There was only one problem. He had still not decided what college to go to, and this was heavily frowned upon by his parents. There were so many choices, though! He had a wide range of possibilities. He could get into a wonderful college like Harvard or even Princeton in the drop of a dime, but he was not going to be cliche and go straight towards Ivy League schools. And so, on a weekend in the middle of March, Gabriel had spent his entire day researching colleges. He could still remember the sight of the school insignia and the words that were plastered across his computer screen... Mirror's College for Boys... He had run straight into a liberal arts school and after a long while of researching, he was sure that he had found the best choice for learning about his future career. There was only one problem. The deadline for registration was in two days and Gabriel was sure that he couldn't drive three hundred miles in the course of one day to have an interview! Nevertheless, he had put all plans aside and had even decided to skip school to go up to Michigan where it was located to have a private interview with the Dean of Admissions. He had spoken briefly to a secretary on the phone who promised to tell the Dean about his upcoming arrival and the interview that would follow. He sure hoped that she had told him, because he had no patience and he would be angry if he had to explain his current situation. He could hear it now. Waiting so late to fill in a college application? That's very un-valedictorian like, Mr. Gustava... Ugh. Damned high-class bastards and their snootiness could quickly piss Gabriel off. The drive to the school had been quite hectic and maniacal. He followed the directions he got straight from Mapquest, arriving at the huge, well-populated school right when classes were beginning to end in the afternoon. He could already see that many of the finely-dressed students were peering at him with a look of disgust and disdain. Anyone would with the hunk of junk he was driving. It puttered and died right on him when he pulled into the parking spot, though that wasn't something he was going to worry about right now. He pulled himself out of the driver's seat and smoothed out his crisp white dress shirt and his black slacks, having put on his best clothes to make an impression with the dean. The boy's slender, quite feminine figure was defined nicely in his choice of attire, accentuating the curves of his sides and the long, thin limbs of his arms and legs. Gabriel was, by all means, a very beautiful boy. At the age of eighteen, he could surely pull off being about fifteen or sixteen. Long, elegant blonde hair fell about the male's shoulders and went all the way down to the curve of his backside, the sun-kissed strands glittering gently in the sunlight that poured down onto him. A pair of aquamarine eyes were so soft and brightly hued that one could mistake the high school student for being blind. However, that was not the case. He peered around and scrunched up his nose as he moved through the school, shooting glares at the students who shot him looks of annoyance. This place was high class and there was no doubt that the people here would have a bit of a superiority complex. No matter. He'd show them all how good of a student he was. If he got accepted, of course. The blonde had promised himself to do whatever it took to get into this school. His breath was slow and steady as he arrived at the secretary's office, standing silently before the desk and then biting his lip. Excuse me, ma'am... His voice was gentle and soothing. The plump-bodied, red-haired woman glanced up and lowered her glasses with a lift of her brows. Can I help you, son? She questioned softly, looking down to a small black book. Oooh! You must be Mr. Gustava, aren't you? Well my, aren't you dressed nicely. She smiled sweetly and pointed down the hallway. The Dean's office is that way. He'll probably be very busy, so be patient. She spoke. The blonde's eyes looked down the hallway to the door and his chest puffed out as he took a deep breath. You can do it... c'mon! He nodded and strolled down the hallway confidently, standing before the door that read the man's name on the smooth glass. His hand lifted and it hesitated briefly before knocking firmly. When the man did usher him in, the boy's fingers curled into the doorknob and slowly opened it...