A Highschool Affair

Ch 1 What a Start to the New Grade!

Jason ^^ (Alex Pettyfer)

Jason's POV

"On the first day of your final grade, this is what you two are doing, fighting like wild animals!"

"Is this what is expected out of twelfth graders?"

"Now would you mind telling me what started this 'WORLD WAR 3'?"

"He parked his bike ...", Nick said.

"But sir, he was the one who ... ", I said.

"God's sake, this is your school's premises, not your damn garden!"

"Now there, you two shake your hands like gentlemen and Mr. Nick and Mr. Jason this better be the last time you acted like this, in my school's premises!"

Well this was our principal, who'd been shouting at us like anything since last 5 minutes.

I and Nick shook our hands reluctantly and turned to face the principle again, waiting for his next instruction.

"Am I too handsome?"

We stood in silence, puzzled by the unexpected question. The answer certainly was a big 'NO'.

"I mean I know I do look quite fine, but stop staring at me and get out of my room!"

"Leave!" He said.

Nick turned and left brushing past my shoulder on purpose, cursing under his breath.

I followed suit.

I thought about what had happened in the past half an hour.

I entered the gates of my new school 'The Crosswood High School', wearing a black jacket, a white tee and black denim.

I'd heard that Crosswood High was one of the finest high schools of the city. I had no doubts on the subject when I saw the school itself. It was magnificent, very elegantly built indeed. There were three different wings, for different grades I suppose, along with an enormous ground. I don't know about the internal structure and facilities and the education system of the school but on the outside, it was most certainly remarkable, one of its own kind. I went inside.

I parked my bike in one of the free spaces, got down and rolled my sleeves up to my elbows.

My hair messed up a little bit, I looked quite a Greek God and why wouldn't I, with a good height, a great body and even greater looks, anybody could manage to look like Apollo or Brad Pitt. Not that I'm praising myself, it was evident from all those girls and even boys ogling me.

I was about to walk away when a gleaming red Mustang stopped in front of me. It was a real beauty.

I was just staring at the 6ft 3in wide and 15ft 8in long Ford when a boy clad in a red tee and blue denim stepped out and faced me. He was a few centimeters shorter than me, but pretty handsome and had a good-built. Who followed him seemed to be one of his minions.

I was still gazing at the car when that minion spoke.

"Hey, dont you know that's our space?"

"New in school, poor kid", said the boy who was the owner of car and laughed devilishly.

"Who says that your space? Do you have your name written somewhere here?"

I replied promptly.

"Listen, just look at that bike of yours, and then look my car. My car has quite some class and you better get that bike of yours out a my way."

"True that, your GT premium Ford Mustang Coupe is certainly classic with a 5.0L V8 engine, 16 gal tank capacity, 15/25mpg mileage...", I was saying, when a short, quite funny looking guy, probably another minion of his, popped up out of nowhere.

"Hey, mind it; don't you know whom you're talking to? He is Nicolas Marston the son of the great 'DAVID MARSTON'."

"What then?" I replied quite amused.

"Oh come on guys, just get over it! Here new kid, you like my car, right? Here, take the keys and park my car in my space, okay!" Nicolas said and laughed together with his minions.

I was raged. I took the keys from him without a word. But instead of parking his car in his space, where I'd previously parked my bike, I rushed off to the huge ground of our school which was all wet and muddy.

I drove over and over the ground in circles, with a smirk plastered on my face, at such a great speed, that all the mud and water previously on the ground was now on the car. One could almost believe that the car had just been bathed in mixture of mud and water. As much as I hated to do that sort of a thing to such a brilliant car as this, I had to do it because I just couldn't control my fury.

I finally stopped in front of 'Nick, the great', as his minions called him. I got out of the car and threw the keys towards him. He caught them and that's when I noticed the expression on his face.

To say he was horrified would be an understatement. Panic, rage and shock covered his face. He was almost about to burst with anger.

More horror struck than Nick himself, were his minions, who looked traumatized, with their eyes wide and their faces a mixture of shock and disbelief. They probably couldn't believe someone could do that to Nick.

Now, it was Nick's turn to be furious. He charged towards me like a caged bull, who'd just been freed!

I knew what was coming next and got ready to defend myself.

Well, the entire high school knew the rest.

That's how we landed in the principal's office.

What a great start to the new grade, my final grade actually!

Well, I have a feeling this year's gonna be really interesting!

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