Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit or the TV show. I only own the characters that I make up!.
Warning: This story may contain non-consensual spanking of minors as discipline! If you do not like that sort of thing please turn away now. You have been warned.
Chapter 1
Sixteen year old Maxton Carisi was walking down the halls of his new high school trying to spot his locker. It was his first day in the new environment; trying to scan over the small numbers on the lockers, looking for his. "323...324…ahh 325." He said to himself. At round one of attempting the combination he was interrupted by a flying object whacking into the back of his head. "Ow sonofabitch" he muttered looking down and seeing a football coming to a stop at his feet. He sighed and picked it up and then scanned the hall for it's rightful owner. Before he had the chance to catch his eye on someone he was nudged into the locker and the ball was yanked from his hands.
"Hands off." Barked Brant Daniels; the captain of the football team, the school's all star player.
"Well maybe you should watch where you're throwing next time." Maxton remarked. He wasn't about to be messed with in the first 15 minutes he was there; let alone by what seemed like the school jerk.
Brant closed the small gap between the two of them looking down at the new student. "Excuse me?" He growled.
"Dude Brant come on we have to get to gym." Another football player; a follower of Brant attempted to pull him away.
A few more moments of Brant staring down Maxton who was not intimidated by the least; he muttered something but then walked off with his buddy.
"Hey don't take it personally; he's a world class jerk to everyone." Maxton turned directly to his left where a slender looking boy leaned against the wall of lockers, his arms across his chest. His sandy-colored hair peaking out from underneath his slouchy beanie.
Maxton couldn't help but chuckled. "I got that vibe from him." He gently rubbed the back of his head.
"You catch on quick." He smirked. "I'm Mason. Welcome to the wonderful world of Kennedy High. Home of the Hornets." His tone was sarcastic but friendly.
Maxton's upper lip curled up in a smirk, perfectly showing off his bottom lip ring. "I'm Maxton." he finally got his locker open; putting what he needed to put in there, he shut it. "So where is...room 303?"
Mason stood up straight from the lockers, "Sweet, that's my homeroom too. Follow me." He slung his backpack over his shoulder and led the way. "I'm Mason Andrews, I'll be your tour guide today, please keep your hands inside the non-existent vehicle at all times."
Maxton shook his head laughing. 'Man I like this kid already.' he thought to himself.
The two boys arrived at their homeroom. "Now just a heads up...Mr. Sanchez is really strict when it comes to being in homeroom by the bell. If you're not in this room by the final bell he will mark you tardy and it's really frustrating."
Maxton gave a nod. "Thanks for the warning." He smirked. He walked up to the balding man sitting behind the metal desk. "Mr. Sanchez?"
The older man tilted his head, his eyes peering above his glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose. "You must be Maxton Carisi." he pushed his glassed up.
"Uh yeah, here's my paperwork." He handed the man a small stack of papers.
He accepted the papers and pointed towards the students' desks. "Welcome. You can sit anywhere." His voice was dry and monotone. He gave off the vibe like he was just riding this job out until he can retire.
Maxton turned on his heel and scanned the room, spotting an empty seat next to Mason. "Wow he's a jolly one ain't he?"
He cracked a smile. "Let me see your schedule." Maxton passed over his class schedule. "Well at least you only have to deal with him for homeroom, I have him for 9th period history. Such a barbaric way to end the school day."
Maxton let out a slight cackle and covered his mouth when a few students turned their heads and got a scowl from the grumpy old teacher. The teen brushed is caramel colored hair out of his eyes and snickered. "I feel for you man."
Mason skimmed over the rest of his schedule. "Awesome, we have periods one through six together. We split after lunch."
"Well it's nice to have a friend through most of the day." Maxton smiled a bit relieved. Despite the tough exterior he displays, the young teenager is a bit lost inside; ever since his mother died a year ago. He was happy that he met someone so quickly that he will most likely call a friend.
Mason's lips curled into a smile.
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The first four periods of Maxton's new school went pretty well. It helped that he had his own personal tour guide and tips of what not to do. The two new friends were in the boys' locker room changing for gym class. "Oh I forgot to tell you; Brant is in our gym class."
Maxton sighed pulled down his dark denim skinny jeans. "You've gotta be kidding me. I was hoping to avoid him the rest of the day." He stepped into his his black cotton gym shorts that had 'Kennedy High School' written in white on the bottom left.
"Well I have periods seven through nine with the guy. Imagine Mr. Sanchez and Brant Daniels in the same freaking room." He muttered shutting his gym locker as he was completely changed for gym class.
"Oh man that blows." He slipped on his washed out blue gym shirt with a hornet on the front. He shoved his clothes in the locker and swung it shut. "Okay let's go." Maxton followed his new friend out to the gymnasium where there were only several other boys and girls ready to begin class.
"Hey there new kid." Maxton turned around seeing a beautiful blonde-hair, brown eyed girl standing in front of him. Her blond hair was tied up in a messy bun and she was also sporting the school's required gym uniform. She had her hands on her hips, smiling at him in a friendly manner.
Maxton grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Uh hey-" he looked to Mason quickly then back to her. "I'm Maxton."
"I'm Carly." She smiled. "How's your first day going?"
"Eh it's not too bad. Once I got passed the blow to the head from a football this morning things were smooth sailing." he chuckled.
Carly giggled placing a hand on his arm.
"What the hell is this?" Maxton turned around and saw the famous Brant Daniels towering over the two of them practically pushing Mason out of the way. He snarled. "You again?"
"Well yeah man...we go to the same school now." Maxton scoffed. "We're just talking dude calm down."
Brant spotted his girlfriend's hand on Maxton's arm and he grabbed a hold of her wrist. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Are you cheating on me?" He yanked her close.
"What?" She whimpered trying to pull her wrist away. "You're hurting me Brant."
"Oh this is nothing." He growled and started to pull her away.
Maxton couldn't let this happen. He was hurting her and he just had to stop it. He quickly looked to Mason and with all his courage he ran over to the unhappy couple. He grabbed ahold of Brant's arm. 'Let her go."
Brant released Carly's arm and towered over Maxton, giving him a shove. "Maybe you should mind your own business new kid."
Maxton chuckled angrily. "Oh you're so tough bullying your girlfriend and everyone else that crosses your path?" he held his hand out for Carly's in an innocent friendly way; letting her it's okay she doesn't have to be afraid of Brant.
This made Brant furious. He smacked Maxton's hand away from his girlfriend and shoved him harder making Maxton stumble backwards.
"Okay...Coach can come out now…" Mason said under his breath looking around the gymnasium that's slowly filling up.
Maxton had enough of this guy. He went over to Brant and pushed him back in self defense, letting him know he would not stand for this. Both boys were now tussling with each other throwing punches.
Mason and one of Brant's friends were trying to break it up.
Carly's eyes were full of tears as she rubbed her wrist. "Brant! Guys stop!"
Soon the gym filled with the loud screech of a whistle. "Hey hey hey! Break it up!" Coach Matthews pulled both boys apart. "Mr. Daniels." and he looked to Maxton. "Ahh, you must be Mr. Carisi. Not a good first impression. Both of you, principal's office, now."
"Coach, Maxton was only defending himself and Carly. It was all Brant." Mason tried to stick up for his new friend.
"Would you like to join them Mr. Andrews?"
Mason was about to argue but Maxton stopped him. "No he doesn't." He answered for him.
Coach Matthews pointed to the two misbehaved teens and led the to exit the gym doors.
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Detective Dominick Carisi walked into Kennedy High's office; seeing his son sitting in the chair holding an ice pack to his eye. Maxton was now changed back into his regular school clothes; the principal gave the boys the chance to change before being picked up. Dominick was at his first week at SVU so he wasn't too thrilled about having to pick up his son for fighting on his first day. He signed Maxton out and motioned him to stand up and follow him out.
Once in the car, the both buckled up and Dominick drove towards their new house. They had moved there about two weeks weeks ago. They have pretty much everything unpacked and set up, just a few odds and ends needing to be finished. Luckily Dominick found the perfect property near both the high school and the elementary school; they had arranged it so Maxton was able to pick his sister Dayton up after school and then the two will walk home.
After about three minutes of complete silence Maxton decided to break it. "Are you going to say anything?" he asked softly as he kept his eyes peeled on the dashboard in front of him.
Dominick was quiet for sometime but then opened his mouth to speak. "Well I know I didn't raise my son to start fights, so there must be a good explanation why he was in one today." He glanced to the young teen as he made a right turn down their street.
"There is...other than the fact that the guy is a total douche-" he started but was cut off by the disapproved look given by his father. "Sorry...but he was hurting his girlfriend. He got upset at the fact she was talking to me and accused her of cheating and he just went nuts. He was shoving me and all but that's not what was bothering me. He grabbed Carly's arm and started to pull her away, and I could visibly see the pain on her face and he wouldn't let up. So I had to do something."
Dominick pulled into the driveway of their three story home. He was proud of his son for standing is ground; it's what he would have done. He turned the car off and looked over at him. "Maxton; although I do not condone fighting I just can't seem to bring myself to punish you for the exact thing I would have done if I were in your position. But try not to make a habit out of it okay?"
Maxton grinned softly with a nod. "Yes sir. I don't plan to."
Dominick chuckled and tousled the boys hair. "Okay buddy; I have to get back to the station but when I get home tonight I want to hear more about your first day." He smiled. "Oh and remember to pick Dayton up after school. You have to sign her out of the office for 'parent' pick up."
Maxton slid out of the car and started getting his house key ready. "I know dad; you told me that this morning." He smirked giving the door a swing to close it.
"I was just double checking. Love you buddy." He turned his car key and started up his SUV and waited for it to be clear before he started backing up.
"Love you too." Maxton gave his father a wave and headed for the door. Once inside he hung his backpack on the hook in the foyer and kicked off his Converse.
He was sent home before lunch so he strolled into the kitchen and scanned the refrigerator. "Yahtzee." He said and he retrieved his leftover chicken cheese steak from the previous night. After heating up his sandwich and grabbing some garden salsa sunchips, he made his way to the living room and turned on his xbox, which he will be playing until he has to pick up his sister.
