No Exceptions boyxboy (Editing, 3 Part Series)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - New Start

Sexual Content is in this book.

Picture of Bryce

( IN EDITING IM SO SORRY THIS IS REALLY BAD BUT BARE WITH ME CAUSE IN A MONTH OR SO THIS STORY WILL BE SO MUCH BETTER JUST PLS PUT IN UR LIBRARY AND WAIT TIL I POST ANYTHING ABOUT IT PLS)

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The beeping of the alarm woke me up quickly. I slammed my hand onto the iHome and groaned. Mondays. The worst day in the entire universe. I think if we didn't have Mondays, it'd be the same about Tuesdays. I finally got up after about 3 minutes of over thinking my outfit. I jumped into the shower really fast and washed up. When I got out, I only had 15 minutes left to get ready. My hair didn't need anything done to it really. I could let it air dry and it'd still look pretty okay.

I threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a dark blue band t-shirt. Then I grabbed my back pack and headed out the door to school. My car was okay. It wasn't the best of cars but it still ran. It was a Jeep Patriot, red. As I was driving to school, I kept getting this sickly pain in my stomach. I should've eaten breakfast this morning. I pulled into the school parking lot and got out my schedule. I'm new at WoodRidge High School but I still know my way around. I used to live here back in 8th grade but we moved. And now I'm back here again. As a Junior.

I walked past all the glares and stares to the main office. The lady at the front desk seemed to be expecting me.

"Hello, you must be Bryce, the new student here." she beamed

"That would be correct." I answered. I didn't want to sound too casual.

"Well follow me, while I show you to your locker. I'll show you how to open-" I stopped listening. She talks way too much. Instead, I looked at the people that we passed on our way to my new locker. There was obviously a group of friends here that everyone had. The goths. The ghetto black people. The wanna-be rappers. The people who eat their problems. The overly good-looking girls. The overly disgusting redheads. The sex addicts. The funny ones. And the sport/ good-looking people. I could see it now. Walking into the cafeteria, not knowing where to sit because I don't fit in anywhere.

When we got to my locker, the bell had already rung. She told me she had already e-mailed my first period teacher to tell her that I would be late. After she showed me how to open my locker, she let me unpack my things in peace. Finally, I thought to myself, alone time.

But I was quickly wrong. I heard foot-steps getting closer and closer to me, and then stopped beside me.

The sound of the locker opening was a relief to my ears. I thought they were gonna talk to me.

"You're new here, aren't you?" the quiet voice asked.

I turned to see a girl. But not just any girl, a girl that was beautiful. Probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. If i wasn't gay, I would ask her out right then and there. Her light brown hair was covering part of her face on and angle. The kind that says, I may look like a scene kid but back the fuck off my dick man.

"Uhh, yeah I guess you could say that." I replied. God, I have to stop getting nervous over nothing.

"Well, good luck." she said, grabbing her last book and walking off. But before she could go, I turned towards her and pleaded,

"Please tell me your name. I hate going to a new school without friends. I don't want to be alone."

She slowly turned around, and tilted her head to the right. As if she was examining me or something.

"I'm Heather. I sit in the back of the cafeteria with my friends. Join us for lunch and I'll see how much of a friend you are." she went to leave but added, "And thanks for the honesty." she laughed and walked off.

I looked at my mental check list.

1. Make a friend. Check.

I closed my locker and headed towards first period. English is going to suck.

I quietly opened the classroom door. I looked at the room full of stares. They were looking at me like I just killed 10 people. Jeez.

"Class, this is Bryce Quinn. He's a new student here at WoodRidge High.' she politely added, "Bryce, you can sit next to Diego."

I looked around to see a kid looking over a bunch of heads and waving. I guess that's Diego. I crossed the classroom and walked over to the seat. Before I could sit down, I glanced at the seat behind me. A kid with short dark brown hair was staring at me. I quickly took my seat next to Diego and burned the thought from my memory. He immediately started blabbering on about how cool it is that I'm new here.

I almost instinctively blocked out his voice. I hate annoying people. So on occasion when he stopped talking i would nod my head and say things like , 'Yeah' or 'Sure'.

The first half of my day was a blur. The only thing I really remember is that kid staring at me. He had such pretty brown eyes. Bryce. Stop.

When the lunch bell rang Heather, the girl I saw earlier, was waiting for me by my locker.

"Well, well, well look whose alive." she remarked

"Look whose not in any of my classes, therefore leaving me alone." I threw back.

She laughed, "You'll fit in great here."