Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2009 12:35:42 +1000
From: Joel Dark <joel_dark15@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aussie Exchange Student - Chapter 1

Below is my story. All legal rights such as copyrights apply. No one can
use this story.  Is a typical high school love story based on an Australian
Exchange Student, so I hope I've gotten all the information right regarding
American High Schools. Never been to America however would love to visit
the country one day. Spelling is Australian, so sorry. Fee free to contact
me, details are listed after the end of Chapter 1. Enjoy...

Chapter 1:

The first day at a new school is nerve racking for most teenagers. For me,
it was a lot worse. Apart from not knowing the culture of my new school, I
was an exchange student from Australia attending a typical American high
school. The only thing I had in common with these teenagers was I spoke the
same language as them. I walked up the stairs and into the main
corridor. `Wow it's just like in the movies I thought while observing the
corridor filled with lockers and students. Some were standing around
talking and others were running up and down the corridor. Back home
however, our school was a lot different, we didn't have lockers and we had
to wear a very formal school uniform. Being at a non uniformed school, I
decided to wear my long blue jeans, black t-shirt and my favourite shoes,
all-stars crossword pattern shoes. I started observing my now fellow
students, being bumped by a student running past me. Losing my balance, I
dropped my books on the floor. I sighed as I bent down to start picking my
books up. I noticed that everyone was moving to their lockers when I
reached out for my maths text book. I didn't pay much attention to why they
might be doing that until I saw three pairs of high heels right in front of
my face. I got off the ground to see who these girls where that were
standing right in front of me. They all looked the same to me, blonde hair,
really skinny and wearing tight skimpy clothes. `The plastics' I told
myself.

"Umm, what do you think you are doing?"The middle girl snapped. "Move out
of our way!"

I was shocked and slightly pissed off that someone was getting up me for no
good reason, so I decided to be rude back to her. "Well quite clearly I was
picking up my books off the ground, is it a crime" I smiled.

"When we come through the corridor, you give way to us!" she smirked.

She looked really irritated that I was giving her cheek, so I decided to
play along with it.  "Oh really, I wasn't informed on that information, I
apologies for any inconvenience "I replied sarcastically. " Seeing we are
discussing this issue, I will let you know that I don't move out of my way
for anyone especially for some anorexic, superficial, bimbo, whores, who
are mean bitches to everyone!"

I pushed my way through the girls and made my way to my first class. The
bell rung and I walked into the room finding a seat at the back of the
class to avoid any attention from the students. I couldn't help but over
hear the whispers about me and what I said to `the plastics' while taking
my seat. To my relief, I managed not to be spoken the whole time in
English. The bell rung and everyone was up and gone. I took my time
collecting my belongings and making my way out of the classroom. I checked
my timetable to see where I had to be next, it said that it was time to
join a sport or club. Knowing that by joining a club or sport I would fall
into a `click', which I found frustrating because I believe anyone can be
friends with anyone. So I decided to take a personal tour of the school, I
headed out the doors and over to the football field.  There was a gaming
playing so I decided to watch it and compare it to our version of football
back home, I took a seat on the first row if the stadium chairs and watched
the guys play football. `Their uniforms looked just like they did in the
movies.' I thought. Ours consisted of short shorts and matching polo tops
and footy shoes with socks. We didn't have the head gear, tight clothes or
shoulder pads.

One of the quarter backs threw the ball too far and it was heading in my
direction. I freaked out as I saw the brown ball come flying towards me. I
closed my eyes and put my hands out to stop it from hitting me but to my
surprised I caught the football.  I opened my eyes and smiled about
catching a football due to me being uncoordinated and all. A group of guys
where charging towards me, I felt like I was in a war and I had something
belonged to their army. I took off in a state of panic, trying to avoid
getting tackled and trampled on by the huge built football players. I ran
as fast as I could onto the field and towards the end of the field. I could
hear footsteps and yelling from the football player charging towards me
which seemed to becoming louder with each second.  I crossed the line that
had big white posts on it and kept running even though I was out of breath
and my legs wear aching, I needed to stop and I couldn't hear anyone
charging after me, so decided that it was safe to come to a stop and catch
my breath without being trampled on.

I turned around and saw the guys standing near their coach. I began walking
back over towards my belonging, I was still panting all the way back and
was greeted by a football player and he was extremely tall. I estimated
that he was around 6ft 7.  He removed his helmet which revealed his
face. He had short brown hair, blue eyes and a chiselled face. He smiled
and displayed his set of white teeth. He then stuck out his hand towards
me. "Hello, sorry about all of that, I've got to admit that was pretty
amassing seeing you catch it and running away from the guys. I'm, Brendan
by the way." I stuck out my hand and shook his. He had a nice strong firm
grip.

"Umm, thanks I guess" I replied, trying to keep cool and calm.

"Do you play?"

"No, I've never..."

"--Dude, come on, we have got to practice!" Some guy called out cutting off
my conversation.

"I'll be there in a second!" Brendan called back to him. He turned and
faced me again. "Do you want to stick around, we are finishing up shortly?"

I was in shock that someone so gorgeous was first, paying attention to me,
second, was talking to me and third, wanted me to hang around. I managed to
stumble out "yeah sure."

With saying that, Brendan smiled and took the football from my hands, gave
me a wink and ran back onto the field. I was confused. Was the wink a
friendly one or was he gay and fancied me. It didn't take me that long to
convince myself that he was straight and it was just a friendly wink, just
like giving a smile. I sat back down onto the bench and watch the rest of
the practice. It wasn't long till the guys were finished and Brendan was
heading towards me.

He took his helmet off, this time he was all sweaty. "So where were we" he
asked smiling directly at me.

"I was going to answer your question about if I played football" I answered
him, though he wasn't looking at my directly, he was looking over behind
me. I turned to see what he was looking at. It was `the plastics' heading
in our direction. "Oh great" we both said at exact time.  I turned and
faced Brendan who had a puzzled look on his face.

Before either of us could explain our reactions the middle one of the group
called out "hey babe."  Brendan didn't reply, just gave her a forced smile
and waved. She greeted him with a hug and tried to kiss him on the lips but
Brendan turned his head so her lips fell on his cheek. She then turned and
faced me. "Vomit, what the hell are you doing standing her with this retard
freak?" she screeched.

Before Brendan could answer I cut in "so in a scale of one to ten, how
would you rate that on hurting my feelings? On my scale I'd rate it a
zero. Now run along I can hear the toilets calling your name to go and barf
in them."

Brendan broke out with laughter. She hissed and walked past me and bumping
into my shoulder and whispered "this isn't over bitch, he is mine."  I just
laughed at her.

"Wow, that was so cool, I've never seen anyone stand up to her and win."
Brendan committed.

"It's not the first time I've done it." I replied.

Brendan gave me a puzzled look, so I explained the clash that I had with
`the plastics' previously. He simply laughed and gave me a high five. We
grabbed our belongings and strolled our way back to the school.

"You're not from around here are you?" Brendan asked.

"Did the accent give it away?" he nodded, "I'm from Australia."  I told
him.

"Cool, what's it like?"

"Well, it's a lot different to here, I'm use to mainly getting along with
everyone, not having `clicks' and all that sort of stuff."

"So I take it you're not afraid to stand up for yourself as well?"

"Nope, I'm not afraid of anyone."

At that stage Brendan stopped walking and so did I. Brendan turned and
faced with and with a huge grin on his face he put his arms around me and
lifted me off the ground.

"Not even me? A strong and giant jock." he chuckled.

I looked into his eyes. "No not even you." Brendan than put his arms around
my waste and lifted me up into the air.

"Are you scared now?" Brendan chuckled. I couldn't believe what he was
doing, I didn't care I was in the arms of a totally hot guy and I was
starting to develop a crush on this strong, gorgeous guy. I simple shook my
head for side to side.

Brendan slowly lowered me to the ground. He laughed as I stumbled, trying
to find a footing on the ground. We continued walking back to the school,
asking each other random questions about where I came from and how
different it is to being here. We reached a building that had "locker
rooms" written in big red letters. We both entered and once inside I
started observing it. The locker room contained benches with lockers either
side, the floors where tiled and showers were down the right of the
lockers. I turned to look at Brendan to see what he was doing, he was
already shirtless. He had an amazing athletic body consisting of a defined
six back and big biceps. Brendan continued to strip off his shorts, so I
turned around, not wanting to get caught checking his body out. I heard him
chuckle in the background followed by the sound of a locker opening. I
patiently continued to wait while Brendan changed. All of a sudden a pair
of hands covered my eyes.

"Guess who?" Brendan chuckled.

Obviously I knew it was Brendan but I decided to play along with his little
game. "Umm, Mickey Mouse?" with saying that I felt my body spin around and
I could see Brendan standing their smiling wearing jeans, a red polo top
and a sporting jacket.  He pulled me in nice and close to him and kissed me
on the lips. I kissed back not knowing how or why this was happening but
all I knew it felt amazing being in his arms and kissing him at the same
time. I needed a breath and so I had to end this amazing unbelievable
moment I was experiencing.

"Wow" I gassed.

Brendan just stood there smiling at me. "I'm sorry if I caught you off
guard, but I have a huge crush on you and just had an impulse to kiss you."
He apologised.



"No its ok Brendan, the feeling is mutual."  I assured him.

I couldn't believe that I had just kissed the hottest guy ever and he was
totally into me. My head was spinning slightly from the rush of excitement
from the kiss.

"Well William, we better get going, don't want to be late for our next
class."  Brendan smiled. He opened his arms and wrapped them around me,
pulling me in tight to his chest.  He soon let go and kissed me on the
forehead before leaving to locker room.  I soon followed Brendan's last
movements out of the locker room and headed to my next class. I did my best
to ignore the comment some student made about Brendan and the new kid
(being me) getting it on and made my way to my last class of the day,
double maths.


*****

That's the end of Chapter 1. Hope you all have enjoyed reading it. If you
have any questions, feedback, please email me at Joel_Dark15@hotmail.com