Chapter 1: New Friends

It was September, School had just started and I was going to be in for a hell of a senior year. I guess I should start from the beginning.

My name is Hunter Michel, yeah, great first name, shame about the last one right?

Well there wasn't much I could do about it but having a girl's first name for a last one never really mattered too much back in Oz. Did I mention that's where I came from? Well, I did.

My Dad just got a job in Orange County, some big promotion from the company he worked at, my sister and I had begged him not to take it, told him that we didn't care about being rich- But you see my dad had come from nothing and he wanted to leave us a good base. I know he was thinking about us and my Mom when he did it, but man was it a tough thing to leave my friends and my last year of school and move off to America.

I'd never really been a fan of the 'Land of the Free.' I'd been here on holidays before and to a few other places around the world and I would have been more than happy to just stay in Australia for my college and school days.

We had just moved in to our new place by the beach, I think that was the only thing that had got me off the chair I had decided to rivet myself too when dad told us we were moving. I love the water, it's not a love, it's an obsession, diving, snorkelling, swimming, surfing pretty much anything by the sea was enough for me.

Everyone said I was born part fish but that's not what the story is about right now so I'll leave it for later. What is happening right now is my first day of school.

I had walked in with my sister, Keira, which was fine since the two of us got on famously. She was just under a year younger than I was and we were so close that our older sister who had moved out and still lived back home, jokingly referred to us as the 'lovers' We didn't like the title very much because it seemed no matter where we went everyone called us such an adorable couple- Even when we were with our parents. Neither of us understood it since we looked quite alike, we both shared the same blonde hair, blue eyes and we even had the same jaw-line, go figure eh?

Well we had gone our separate ways, my first class was English and hers was Biology so we punched fists jokingly and separated. I knew Keira would do well and make friends first.

She was seriously good looking, and even as her brother I could tell. She had the lithe body of a dancer, and the afore mentioned bright blue eyes and bubbly personality that made her a hit anywhere she went. Not only that she had a razor sharp wit and could hold a conversation with pretty much anybody.

Me on the other hand I knew I was going to have a slightly harder time. It had happened when I had moved to my last school; guys saw me and didn't like me.

I don't know if it was a threat thing or intimidation or whatever, but for no reason it took me a bit longer to make friends than it did for Keira.

Well, that is, unless there were gay guys around, they seemed to like me just fine, much to my chagrin. As I walked through the quad I did a double take as I saw one of the hottest girls I had ever laid eyes on walk past.

She had long dark hair and luminous green eyes with full lips turned up into something between a pout and that come-fuck me smile. She looked kind of slutty in her short skirt but she was more than worth looking for. Our eyes caught for a moment and she winked at me. I was about to go and say hi when I heard heavy footsteps behind me and I turned, standing in front of me was a big jock-type. 'Here we go again.' I thought.

Now I stand just under six foot but this guy towered over me. I guess he was maybe 6'4 and built like a big football player, not my football, Aussie rules, but the American version of Gridiron. I could tell he didn't like me already, he had a square jaw and a handsome face and I could make my bet that the girl I had just been ogling was his.

'What the fuck do you think you're doing checking out my girlfriend'' he snarled. Yep, right on with that one.

'Listen, mate, I didn't know she was your girlfriend so just leave me alone, I'm new here alright'' I answered back. 'What moit?' he had a crappy attempt at imitating my accent.

I rolled my eyes, why does this always have to happen to me?

'Listen here pretty boy.' He went on, 'Why don't you take your kangaroo back where you came from and bat your faggoty eyelashes at someone else.'

Now I was starting to get annoyed, I had always copped it said eyelashes, because they were quite long and dark I had gotten 'girly eyes' when I was a kid.

'Whatever, ' I sighed and turned to go but I felt a meaty hand on my shoulder and heard a fist swinging towards me.

Hell no was I going out like this.

I ducked under the fist and bringing up my left hand I smashed my forearm into his wrist then shifting out I pushed my foot into the back of his knee. It sent him off balance, as his head came down I let out, what in hindsight, was an ill thought out and fateful punch that hit him right above the eye-socket. It split his brow and knocked him on his ass.

Did I mention I had done nan-quan back home for the last few years? No? Well it keeps me fit and I loved that it was full contact. The big jock rubbed his bleeding face in shock and his two friends started to muscle up, before they turned, the girl I had been ogling had come down and was crouching next to her fallen boyfriend. 'Are you alright, baby?' she asked.

He brushed her off and stood up, 'You're dead, Skippy, you don't know who you're fucking with.'

I was just about to tell him to try me when we interrupted by a short, slender female teacher with thick glasses and a loose ponytail, 'what are you doing, what's going on here''

A crowd had started to gather, 'This new kid just punched Greg when he wasn't looking.' One of the jocks said. 'Gimme a break.' I sneered.

'Greg, don't you have practice now?' the teacher said sternly. 'Yes, ma'am' he answered sweetly.

Great, one of the football types who can get away with things. 'And you, what is your name'' she asked me. 'Hunter, Miss.'

'Well, Hunter, punching someone is a very serious thing, I believe you are one of the students from my English class are you not?'

'Are you, Mrs Runik?'

'Yes.' She was clearly impatient. 'I am then.'

Everyone had seen it and I was getting some pretty mixed looks.

'Well you are going to need to explain yourself to the school principal but make it snappy, your class is about to start, the office is just there.' She pointed to a doorway on the bottom level, 'Tell the registrar that Mrs Runik sent you, they will get your side of the story and hear from Greg after his football practice.'

'Sure thing.' I sighed. I had been no stranger to trouble back home either; it wasn't that I was a bad kid. I didn't talk back much and I hardly ever fought unless it was provoked but I always seemed to be in shit for one reason or another. It seemed that a new country definitely didn't mean a new set of rules.

I walked over to the office with my head held high and explained the situation. I was sent in to see the principal who was a short, bald headed fellow who gave me a slip saying I had to turn up to detention on the Thursday.

He also said that even if I was having trouble fitting in, violence was not the way to do it.

I suppose taking getting pushed around by some dork was the right way to do things, but a boy has to stick up for himself. That was one thing my Dad and I always saw eye to eye on, it was one of the reasons why he had always done well at his job. He didn't take shit from anyone, and when I used to get into trouble back home he had always come in dressed in his swish business suit with his big white smile and charmed the hell out of our then female Principal until I was mostly out of trouble.

Somehow I didn't think the same routine was going to work on this guy, I would have to bring Mum, sorry, Mom, around to try and do something similar. Being an apparent MILF, I was figuring I might as well try and get some good out of every teenager's nightmare.

I realised the Principal was still giving me his speech I was thinking about waves crashing onto the shoreline and it wasn't until he summed up with the word detention that I started to hear him.

'Right then, I had better get back to class, what day did you say I had to stay back again?'

The Principal tapped his fingers in frustration. 'Thursday after school room 1E.'

'Got it.' I gave him a winning smile and he shook his head in disbelief. Guess he wasn't used to Aussies either.

I made my way back to English class, now a bit late; I knocked on the door and entered, looking for an empty seat. My eyes were drawn to my usual seat, up the back row with the pretty girls, one of them giggled and started to move aside but her friend whispered something in her ear and she moved back.

Looks like things were a bit different here, I guess word had already got out and the repercussions were starting. 'There is a seat up the front here, Hunter.' Miss Runik said. The girl who the empty seat was next to had big braces and started hyperventilating when I came up to her, 'I'm Hunter.' I introduced myself.

She blushed crimson and mumbled something that I couldn't hear; I suppose it must have been her name. I took out my laptop and plugged it in; at least some things were familiar.

We had crossed over to using them at school back home the year before, apparently it got us in good stead for the workplace, but to me it was just another distraction from work I wasn't really interested in.

'Hunter is our newest student and has just transferred over from Australia today, some of you might have met him in homeroom.'

I had actually missed homeroom but I smiled politely and gave everyone a wave, I was met with pretty much wall-to-wall hostility but Miss Runik didn't seem to notice.

I would later find out she was a bit of a ditz but her heart was in the right place. 'Well, Hunter, can you tell me what an 'ostensible pathos' is?'

It was a little early to be getting to such big words with a new student but anyway I told her, 'I guess it's what appears to be a tragedy at first glance.'

'Very good.' She seemed surprised I had answered her correctly, I guess the football team didn't get past entry-level reading.

I opened up my email, I had three already, one from Keira and two hate mails from students who I didn't know. Lovely.

'Miss Runik, the new kid is using his email in class.' Someone dobbed behind me.

It was a bitchy looking girl with pigtails and I shot her a scolding look. The teacher came around and told me to shut it off, if she had noticed the subject lines, 'Die Skippy.' And 'We are going to get you after school.' She didn't make anything of it.

'Perhaps you can then tell us why the protagonist chooses to leave his family rather than stay and face the consequences.'

'What's the book again?' I asked.

There was a fair amount of sniggering from behind but my shy friend next to me whispered it. 'Thanks.' I flashed her a grin, I hadn't read it though. 'I suppose he didn't want to face his parents because he knew he was wrong, if he had the choice between picking up and moving or living with the shame he was more willing to face the unknown. Also if he had stayed home the author wouldn't have had anything to write about, would he?'

Miss Runik tried to hide a smile but did a bad job of it; she was starting to come around. 'You are half way there, although with such a general answer it's quite clear you haven't read the book can you do so over the next few days please?'

'Yes, miss.'

The rest of the class went pretty uneventfully. I daydreamed and took in a little of what she said but her book sounded boring and I decided it was going to be a first and last page of most of the chapters type read. That way I could get a bit of an idea of what was happening without having to commit to all the crap in between.

Recess bell rang; this was going to be interesting. I stood up and made my way to the cafeteria and looked for a table to sit down at. Everyone my age glared at me or looked down at his or her food and pretended I wasn't around.

Well, everyone but one, Keira must have noticed me because she stood up from the table of popular looking guys and girls she was at and ran over. 'You've really done it now, big brother.'

'You heard huh''

'Greg Kinnear, you had to?'

'Who''

'You know, good looking but mean jock type, he's the quarter back, I'm sure you've seen his movies.' She put her hands on her hips.

I laughed, she was right; it was all a bit clich' for my first day. 'You better not get seen with me, seems I'm on a shit list. I've already had a few threats.'

'Fuck 'em.' She said, 'you want to get out of here?'

I smiled, feeling a rush of sentiment for her, 'You're a good one, kiddo, but you need to make friends too, I'll look after myself, you just go and do your thing, eh'' She seemed hesitant.

'Go.' I gave her a push.

'That's what you get for being hot, bet you wish you were a girl sometimes.' I had to disagree. 'Not for a moment, now go before you get associated with the school loser.'

I figured there wasn't much here for me so it was as good a time as any to go for a bit of a school tour. It may come as a surprise that I was so philosophical about the prospect of having no friends and everyone at school hating me, but I figured these things always worked themselves out. Sometimes you just get a tonne of bricks dumped on you early, and the only thing to do was to climb up out of them.

I started to walk and check out the people around. What I needed was an ally, someone who wasn't scared of the big jock or his cronies, but not the emo kids. Even if they were willing to cop wedgies because they thought pain was cool and getting bullied was even cooler I just couldn't stand them and their dumb make-up.

Well maybe some of the emo girls were alright but even they were pushing the boundaries a little bit. Ideally I would find another exchange student but that wasn't likely as I hadn't seen many others around, nor did it look like there was a rebellious gang of black kids around either.

All of the African Americans around here just dressed normal and acted normal, I guess the whole gang thing had been overrated on TV after all, at least in Orange County and the cool and brooding guy from the wrong side of the tracks didn't seem to be anywhere in sight either.

I was feeling a bit hungry and Mom had packed me an emergency lunch just in case so I went over to my locker, which was behind the quad against a wall.

It was one of the bottom ones, of course, I had probably been allocated a top one but someone had racked it before I could stake my claim. When I opened it up water flooded out, some smart arse had put a hose through the gap. My sandwich was ruined, I wasn't so much mad about the prank but I was hungry now, man did they really have to go after my food?

'Hey hot stuff, having a tough start huh'' came a sultry voice behind me.

I turned up and found myself face to face with a girl with dirty blonde hair and sporting way too much makeup. Her skirt was even shorter than the girl from this morning and her look was positively predatory. She had a pretty nice rack on her if I do say so myself though and the low cut top wasn't doing much to bring my attention to her face.

'You sure you should be talking to me? I thought I was on the taboo list.' I joked, well I wasn't really joking.

She shrugged, 'Their loss, just because some meat head says anyone who talks to you is his enemy doesn't mean I have to listen, besides, Greg already fucked me in a bathroom and told everyone I was a slut, what's he going to do, ruin my reputation?'

'Well if you put it that way, I'm sure you're not really a slut though.' I told her earnestly.

She shrugged again, 'Well actually I've gone through most of the cute guys in the year level and most of the good ones from the class that just graduated. I love it and I don't care what people say.'

'You really know how to sell yourself.' I said deadpan. She smiled, 'I like you, aside from being the new best looking guy at school you seem nice.'

'I don't know about the best looking, definitely the least liked though.'

'It will pass. Most of the kids here are like goldfish, they swim around and do as their told but unless someone reminds them they are supposed to hate someone they soon forget.'

'I see, well I'm Hunter anyhow.'

'I know, everyone knows your name already, I'm Naomi.'

I could see her eyes roving all over me, I wondered if that was how I looked when I was checking out girls, I guess I came off a little more sleazy than I thought sometimes. Although I can't say I wasn't flattered.

The bell rang and she bit her lower lip softly, 'See you round, handsome.' She sauntered off with swaying hips and I looked down at my crotch, 'Down boy.'

It was time for Biology, I was less than thrilled because although I was fairly interested in the animal side I just didn't want to hear about how a cell worked. Why would I care and when was I going to use it? Well aside from in the exams I had to pass but even so.

I got to class on time and just took a seat in the middle row on the end chair. I figured that way I wouldn't be too obvious but most of the people trying to avoid me could at least just put a seat spare next to me and get away with it.

I was feeling considerate today, I had bullied people in my time as well. I think most of us have been guilty of it and this was probably karma coming back to bite me on the butt for all the times I'd been an asshole to other kids back in the good old days when I was popular.

The teacher who came in had the shiniest bald head I had ever seen and I was immediately convinced that he buffed it to get such a brilliant sheen. I was tempted to ask him but I didn't fancy another trip back to the Principal's office.

Of course I would be back there when I had the inevitable round 2 with Greg the jock but at least then I could claim self defence, teasing a teacher with male patterned baldness was rather difficult to pass off.

He, like the English teacher thought it might be a good idea to harass the new kid but to my delight he asked me about the mammalian reflex in diving mammals. Being a diving mammal myself this was one of my specialties. 'It might be a bit advanced for what they teach you back in Australia, ' he explained self-importantly.

'Not at all, ' I began before calmly entering in to a spiel about the blood shift and bradycardia, I even added a humorous anecdote about where the blood moves away from and half the class got a laugh out before they caught themselves.

Small steps, once they realised I was not a sucker punching dickhead I figured they would come round to my way of thinking, but these things were like taming an animal, you couldn't just charge in and be the coolest guy around. Well you could if you didn't have the -actual- coolest guy around turning everyone against you but I had and so there it was.

I drew a nice picture of a palm tree and some coconuts while he went on about, yes, you guessed it, cell structure. Fuck, is that all they taught in this class? I had gotten excited when he asked me the first question, thinking I might actually learn something new but I had gotten a bit ahead of myself. I guess they were just tying up loose ends from last class.

When I had just finished the shading of my last coconut the bell rang for lunch, I was still hungry so I decided to get down to the cafeteria early and find myself a nice secluded seat to eat in peace while trying to ignore the dagger stares.

My plan worked well and with a bit of power walking I made if over just in the nick of time to get a plate of some alarmingly coloured product which I was told was meat and what I assumed (without asking, I wasn't game) to be cabbage.

I had just gotten through the cabbage, which wasn't too bad when the crew rolled in. My new best friend Greg and his two cronies stood over me while the usual crowd gathered. My sister, who had gotten there while I wasn't looking, stood up, her face red with indignation but I winked at her and signalled with my head to sit back down.

She did so with an exasperated sigh and her friends patted her on the shoulder in sympathy and looked on with interest.

'Afternoon, Gary.' I said in a friendly voice. 'It's Greg.' He snarled. 'Have you come to sit with the new boy and keep me company?' I grinned, flashing my pearly whites.

He was not good with sarcasm apparently because he shifted uncomfortably for a while before his small brain registered something was wrong. He smashed the bottom of my tray sending the gravy from my meat product all over my t-shirt, I looked down at it, the situation for my shirt was not good.

'That wasn't very nice, Gary.' This, however was actually good, when your enemy and you fight alone they can pretty much make up whatever they want, when it happens in public people can make up their own mind.

Also, if he decided to start some retarded rumour about me, which was more than likely, people would not know it was based on revenge rather than truth.

'It's ok, Gary, I forgive you.' Before he could react I gave him a hug and a pat on the back, smearing his shirt with what was on mine.

There was a loud bark of laughter from most people there, but again they were able to keep it in check when he turned around and glared at them, the crowd was well trained. Keira was beaming, I could tell she was loving it, she did have a bit of a wicked streak in her. Greg's face went beet red and he swung a haymaker that would have taken my head off had I not neatly sidestepped and come up next to him.

I was actually surprised at the level of violence this guy was willing to go to, this was suspension material in most places, even the rough schools back home. Did being a star quarterback really get you out of that much trouble or was he just losing the plot because he wasn't used to people standing up for him?

I was going to have to be careful with this one, his first crony tried to grab me from behind but just as he did I jumped forward and he grabbed nothing but air, I caught his hand mid flight and gave a little extra tap that sent him sprawling.

The next one came and I let him grab my arm then yanked him forward and he tripped over his friend, the two of them got tangled up and I held up my hands in surrender, having seen the school marshal coming through the doorway out of the corner of my eye.

'Hey man, I don't know what your problem is but I don't want any trouble.' He cocked his fist again but this one was a straight, was going to have to take this one, I think. He swung his punch but at the last moment I turned my head down so he hit me on the bony part of my skull, it didn't hurt much there but I heard one of his fingers dislocate, and I made a big show of falling backwards. I would have made the Italian soccer team proud as I tumbled and landed at my desired location. Right at the feet of the school marshal, well I assumed it was him anyhow, he was wearing a black suit and a black hat and he looked pretty stern.

'Greg Kinnear, what the hell are you doing?' the man barked. 'I'm alright, sir.' I said, 'We were just fooling around, Greg didn't mean anything by it, right?'

The quarterback, who was white faced and holding his injured hand could only nod weakly. I felt a bit sorry for him for a second, just a second. 'That's not what it looked like to me, you.' He pointed a strong finger. 'Go and see the school nurse and get some ice, Mr Kinnear, you are coming with me.' He almost got dragged off by the ear while I stood up and dusted myself off. I gave the crowd a wave and walked back to my locker. I had no intention of going to the nurse but it was a good time to make my exit.

I walked back to my locker to get out my soaking wet sweater from my backpack, it was about 30 degrees outside, or 80' I wasn't used to the whole imperial system yet but it was hot and I wasn't looking forward to it but it was better than the stinky crap my t-shirt was covered in.

I opened up my locker and stripped off my shirt. 'Mmmm.' Someone purred. 'So you've got a nice body to go with that face.' I shrugged, 'I swim a fair bit', most of my physique was from fighting and training but that sounded kind of wankerish to new people so I didn't mention it much.

'I saw what happened in the cafeteria, you won that round, it will only be a matter of time before you're on the inside, I better make my move now.' She said. 'What's that mean'' I asked curiously.

'It means, instead of standing around here, I want to know if you'd rather come with me to the janitor's closet and fuck my brains out''

'Gee.' I pretended to think, 'I had really planned to join the chess club at the library but I guess I can help you fill in your... '

'Pussy.' She finished for me. 'Well I was going to say time but whatever works for you.'

She grabbed my hand and pulled me behind the lockers into the gym, next to the change rooms was a door marked, 'staff only.'

The door wasn't locked and we both bundled inside, she didn't even kiss me, she just dropped to her knees and grabbed my cock, 'mmm, fuck yeah.' She groaned as she saw it getting bigger with my excitement. 'Nice cock to finish the package, what is it, 8 inches''

'I wish, it's more like seven and ... Ungh.' I groaned and she slurped my into her hot mouth, her lips flared out over my crown and her tongue darted out over the vein running down my shaft.

Still holding my dick she started jacking me while she sucked, her head moved up and down as she pushed as much of me as she could down her throat. It had been at least two weeks since I had screwed anyone, what with the packing and the moving countries and my balls were boiling already, I breathed deep and tried to think of something else while I watched my cock slipping in and out of those pouty lips.

I was starting to feel a little close and I wanted to get laid still so I started to ease back, she took me out of her mouth and grinned, 'Just come, it will take the edge off, you look like it doesn't take you long to get hard again.'

She was right so I nodded happily and leant back against the shelf. Now she knew I wanted to come she went even faster, using both hands on my knob my stomach started clenching up and I could feel it.

'I'm coming.' I rasped, just as I shot my thick load right into her mouth. She gagged a little on the first spurt but she had obviously done this a few times before and she swallowed the rest like a pro, Licking my shaft clean I could see she had her hand down her own panties, sweet, this means I wouldn't even have to warm her up.

She unbuttoned her blouse and her big tits flopped out, they were straining against what I guessed to be a 12c bra and I happily reached behind her and unclipped it, she arched her back as I sucked her left nipple into my mouth, replacing the hand on her crotch with my own I slipped two fingers inside her, using my middle one on her clit and the other along her inner wall, just as a tickle. I took my hand away for a moment to pull my shirt off then she gasped as I pulled her panties aside and put the tip of my cock against her slippery opening, I grabbed her pony tail and pulled her head back gently as I lifted one of her legs over my hips and pushed halfway in.

She shuddered and I lifted her up, sinking balls deep in I pushed her up against the wall and started to move slowly at first, but building up until I was pistoning roughly in and out of her. I had judged her right, she was a girl who was used to being in control and she didn't want me for my personality, romance and slow fucking would have bored her but this seemed to push her buttons because she screamed so loudly I had to cover her mouth with my hand so we didn't get busted.

It was only a few minutes before I could feel her internal muscles clamping on me and her fingers raking down my back as she came, with that out of the way I could really get down to enjoy myself, when she went the second time her hips started bucking like crazy and I must have looked pretty weird with my face all screwed up and the veins bulging out of my neck as I tried to keep it together and make the feeling last. But it was just too good and with a muffled cry I shot my second load of spunk right into her sopping pussy, this sent her over the edge again and somewhat in control of myself again I got my shoulders in on the action, moving around in the wet and now seriously jizz filled heaven that had opened to me.

I was starting to get hard again but I had gone a bit overboard and my Johnson was a bit achy so I pulled out gingerly and quickly dodged the spatter of semen that fell from her. I wiped my sweaty forehead and ran a hand over my close-cropped hair, it was pretty damp too.

'That was incredible.' She panted.

I was feeling quite proud of myself but I decided to try and play it cool. 'Yeah, you were alright yourself.'