Fallon Creek, Michigan....
With his stomach in a massive jumble of knots, Casey Allen Peterson made his way toward the front of the school that he'd been transferred to by the name of Ridgemont High. It wasn't much different than any other high school he'd been to, but he was quite pleased that nothing had changed all that much. It was at least something he could navigate in terms of familiarity. He had chosen to make himself as presentable as he possibly could given the situation electing to wear a plain white t-shirt, Tanned cargo pants, a dark grey overshirt with pockets and a black leather belt and black hiking boots due to the rugged woodland area. He had his backpack, which was also black casually held onto his back via one shoulder strap and his messy brown hair was purposely combed to resemble spikes as he put on his black sports watch and did his best not to look like a punching bag as he headed out of his bedroom and downstairs to get in the car while his mother locked up the house before heading off to drop him off and for her to report to the bakery where she elected to work while in Fallon Creek.
Casey had been quite anxious as he slid into the passenger side of his mother's faded red station wagon, this time with their luggage and household items long empty and placed where they belonged inside the enormous new house. As Casey entered the car, he got the sinking suspicion that someone or something had been watching him and he'd been correct in his assumption as the moment the red station wagon pulled out of the drive and started toward Ridgemont High, the keen eyes of one Rick Channon had been on them as they disappeared down the road.
Across the way, the dark black curtain that lined the window of Alarick Channon's bedroom. He watched as the faded red station wagon disappear
Rick seemed conflicted as he watched them go, his keen eyes flickered in what could have possibly been the reflection of the sun's beams about his eyes as a low growl rumbled from his throat. He was standing outside in nothing aside from his boxer shorts when he took notice of the family across the street leaving. A quick sniff of the air brought back the all too familiar scent he had been exposed to in the forest and he couldn't seem to help himself. He climbed out of his bedroom window and leapt down into the back yard where he peered at them from just above the brown fence that lined his godmother's property.
There was something about the new arrival.
Something that seemed to get Rick's undivided attention no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. Knowing all too well that they'd been headed for the school. Rick swiftly climbed the scaffolding on the side of the house and made it back into his own bedroom where he tore through his closet and drawers scrambling together something presentable in terms of an outfit for school and grabbed his own black backpack which he wore with one strap, and left the room a mess in his wake.
Dee had been shocked to see him up and about and of all things ready to go to school. Normally, she'd have to pry him out of bed and there would be a good deal of arguing most of the morning before he eventually left the house, but skipped class only to return late in the afternoon for another round of arguing and skipping out. This was odd to say the least, but she was all for improvement if there was any.
"You need a ride?" asked Dee still shocked that he'd been up and dressed for the day.
"Don't need a ride, I'll run." said Rick meeting his godmother's eyes.
Dee seemed to be caught off guard by what he said as if it had been some sort of bad joke.
"You're going to walk all the way to Ridgemont?" she asked with an arched brow. "On foot?"
"How else would I get there on my hands?" asked Rick with an arched brow of his own.
Dee rolled her eyes.
"You know what I mean smart ass." she replied. "Ridgemont is all the way on the other side of town, no way you're getting to class on time."
"I can manage." replied Rick. "As I said, I'll run."
"if you don't make it you're grounded for a week." said Dee folding her arms across her chest.
"And what do I get if I do make it on time?" asked Rick clinging to the strap on his shoulder from his backpack.
"You get the privilege of not being grounded and a good education." said Dee with a smirk.
"Throw in twenty bucks for lunch and you got a deal." added Rick.
Dee shook her head and moved toward the kitchen where she reached for the savings jar and took out a crisp twenty dollar bill. She put back the jar and headed back toward the front door where Rick was still lingering with his hand on the door knob.
"Twenty bucks and you'd better get to school on time." said Dee. "And don't think I didn't know you were ditching all this time."
Rick took the twenty and headed out the door on foot.
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Ridgemont High School, Felton Dr., Fallon Creek, Michigan....
Casey Peterson sighed as his mother's faded red station wagon pulled up to the school which seemed to be like any other high school he'd ever seen despite the shift in location. He willed himself to get out the car and headed toward the front steps. Still determined to reinvent his image and have a better year than he had previously. There was no Royce Tanner around of course, but it didn't mean there wasn't' one lying in wait to take a crack at him.
Casey watched as his mother pulled off "as per his request after" a short goodbye session in a bid to keep from being embarrassed about her lingering on his first day at a new school. He made up his mind to draw as little attention to himself as possible and it seemed to be working for the most part.
After taking a deep breath and gripping the lone strap to his backpack tightly, Casey headed inside only to find himself face to face with a mysterious and gruff looking older boy whom had appeared to have been having a bad day. He was soaked with sweat, his eyes were low and dark. He appeared to out of breath from having been running and carried his backpack with the same ill regard as any other highschool boy attending Ridgemount.
The sudden split second appearance of the strange boy from out of nowhere, had caused Casey to crash into the rather rugged looking teenager and they both ended up tumbling to the ground with the rugged boy's body being towered above his as he'd been unceremoniously used as a fall cushion.
Embarrassed and oddly aroused, Casey found himself staring up at the larger boy who's dark eyes narrowed in disgust from the moment he took in the sight of him. He heard the rumbling of a low growl and something akin to a flicker of rage behind the boy's eyes as his well toned heavy body pressed against Casey's.
Before he knew it, Casey felt his heart sink into the pit of his stomach as the hyperstate of arousal caused his unruly teenage cock to swell almost instantly due to the slight contact with the strange boy and passed it off as possibly doing having human contact aside from his own hand. He felt sick to his stomach as his body seemed to enjoy the added weight causing him to moan in the wake of it before he clamped his mouth shut.
The angry boy glared at him, his nostrils flaring as he scrambled to get his body untangled from Casey's and it was clear that the moment he glared down at the still trembling new arrival, that this was going to be quite a problem for the rest of the year.
{So much for making a good impression and reinventing myself.} was all Casey could think of as he got to his feet trying his best to ignore the strange welcoming scent that seemed to come from the angry older teen.
"Watch where you are going next time asshole!" growled the teen before he headed toward the school without looking back or a word after that.
Casey dusted himself off, glad that no one else had been around to see it as they were far too busy rushing to get inside the building to their respective classes. He took a few moments to compose himself before heading inside himself.
Apparently, his day was already getting off to a bad start and he was dreading what else it had in store for him.