Chapter 1

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Summary:

Derek always was this jock who didn't really care about anyone. Everyone always wanted to be his friend. Well not everyone; a new girl transfers to Derek's high school. The girl, Chloe, doesn't really care about Derek and his jock friends. Will Derek find his way to this girls hart? And will Derek's secret be revealed?

Derek's POV

"My try-out went awesome, I'm sure I will be first string this year! What do you think captain?" My best friend Peter asks.

He always wanted to be on the basketball team and he really wanted to be on the first string since we were like seven. Last year he did make the second string, but he was really disappointed, it got even worse when the coach announced the fact I would be captain. I was just sixteen at the time, but the coach was sure I was important to the team and he really wanted me to be captain. This year he asked me again to be captain, and I was happy to say yes. It is my second time as captain and I'm just a sophomore.

I hear you think: he is seventeen and a sophomore, he is a jock. Basically: he's too stupid to do class properly. You're dead wrong. I've been away a year to Europe, where I studied Roman History, before I went to high school. So no I'm not stupid, actually I'm capable of studying math and science at college level. My best friend Peter on the other hand isn't the brightest, but he is a great guy to hang out with.

"I think you're going to make it this year, but you didn't hear it from me okay?" As captain, the coach wanted my opinion and of course I said I want Peter in the first string. The coach agreed. After the try-outs he made me promise to keep my mouth shut about the choices we made. And I actually don't really mind breaking that promise, because I knew Peter would be in the best mood ever if I told him, so I did. And I was damn right about him being happy.

"You're serious Derek? This is awesome, can you imagine how we will take down all those jackasses we're going to play against? I can't wait," Peter says, with a bright smile on his face. His brown hair and is a little different from my black hair, but we both have green eyes. Mine emerald green, his a combination between green and grey, but green.

"Calm down jackass everyone can hear you and if the coach knows I've told you, I'm screwed. Got it?" Peter makes this hand signal he always uses when he actually doesn't really care.

"Yeah, I know, I know. But you know what we should do?" He asks with a cocky smile. I don't like that smile, that smile means he is planning something that could get us in detention, and I don't want to have detention again.

"No Peter, I don't want to get in trouble again, so whatever your plan is, I'm definitely not going to help," I say showing him the best gaze I got. His smile fades a little, but he isn't going to cancel his plans.

"Damn Derek, why so negative nobody is going to find out. Besides, it's taking place in our room, so you don't really have a choice," he says, and that stupid grin is back on his face. Peter and I are roommates this year. I have a younger brother, Simon. Well he isn't really my brother since I'm adopted, but you get the point. Why I don't share my room with Simon, well he hates my guts. Before we got here we were brothers, real brothers. Well actually, he wasn't just my brother, he was my best friend too. We shared a room but halfway freshman year, it all changed. He started to hate me and I still have no idea why. So yeah when they asked if I wanted to stay in my room with Simon during our sophomore year, I said no. So now I'm sharing my room with Peter. Another basketball player: Brady, is Simon's roommate now. And I think both Simon and I are fine with the situation.

"I know what you're thinking Peter and there isn't going to be a party at our place tonight," I knew he wanted to throw a party, because there is one thing we do at our place, other than living there of course; change our place into a club.

"Come on Derek, it's going to be fun, besides there is a new girl transferring today. I've heard she is the real deal. And you, my dear friend, are going to ask her to the party. How about that?"

"A new girl? What do we know about her?" A student transferring to our school is rare, so I'm curious about the girl. Okay fine, it maybe helps that Peter says she is hot.

"Not much actually, just heard she is hot. But I could make out with Sam while you get the girl's dossier?" Sam is also a sophomore, and a popular one. So it happens that a popular guy like Peter makes out with a popular girl like Sam. And who knew Sam was the rector's sort of assistant? So when we needed something from the principal, Sam could help us out.

"Seems like a plan, do you know the name of the girl?" It would be hell of a lot easier to find the dossier if we have a name to work with.

"When I say not much, I mean not much. I don't even know her first name, but I will ask Sam."

With that in mind we walk to the rector's office. Sam is working in front of the office on a little desk.

"Hey S," Peter is using his seductive voice as he likes to call it, he uses it when he talks to girls. It may sound stupid, but it actually works. Sam looks up from the papers in front of her and she smiles when she sees Peter. She puts her brown hear in a ponytail. Besides her brown hair, she has brown eyes to. Brown eyes, brown hair and pale skin actually makes a cute combination.

"Hey yourself, what are you doing here?" Sam maybe likes Peter's company, but she isn't stupid. She knows we're here because we need something.

"Me? I just wanted to see you, nothing wrong with that right? My friend Derek over here, does have a question for your though. You see, there's a transfer student and since Derek is throwing a party tonight at our place, he wanted to invite her," he gave her the best smile he had.

"Am I invited to this party?" Sam looked at me, but I let Peter do the talking, since he knows Sam a lot better than I do.

"Of course you are! How do you even dare to ask?!" Peter's face is full of shock, but the little smile he has, makes clear he is just joking around.

"I will see what I can do, wait here," with that she walked into the rector's office. Two minutes later Sam comes back with a few sheets in her hand.

"This is a copy of the girl's dossier. Enjoy yourself, I see you guys tonight," Sam smiles at the both of us before she goes back to work. Peter and I go back to our room and check out the girls dossier.

"Alright Chloe Saunders, she is a sophomore, she is fifteen but she turns sixteen in two weeks, in her freshman year she's been to four different schools. This is her fifth high school. Good grades, no problems. Mother died in a car crash about ten year ago and her father is hardly ever around. Reason to transfer: She don't wants to change schools anymore, so boarding school, where you have a room to live, is the perfect option. Transfer is today. She has locker 158 and room 209," I read in the dossier.

"Is there a picture of her or something?" of course Peter cares about the picture, there isn't one so Peter will be disappointed.

"Nope, there's no picture," Peter sights. "I have an idea, since this is her first day, she's probably in her room, meeting her roommate and unpack her stuff. So how about we go to room 209 and meet our Chloe Saunders?"

Chloe's POV

"If there's anything, you can always, always call me dear," my aunt Lauren says. My aunt looks out for me since the day my mother died. I look a lot like my mom, with my big blue eyes and strawberry blond hair. I'm not as tall as my mother though, I'm more the size of an elf, and I maybe also look like an elf because there are no curves to speak of. Well there are curves, but they are not, well visible. My aunt says I'm going to be just fine, and my aunt is a doctor so she knows, I suppose. My aunt is really caring and I think my aunt takes care for me so much because she feel more responsible, with my dad hardly around. That's why my aunt is dropping me off at my new school and my dad is nowhere to be found. He's on a business trip and will be back in a month, then he has reserved a whole weekend to spend with me. Isn't that just freaking amazing, a whole weekend after he's been away for almost two months and even worse, is going away again after that weekend, for a good 3 months.

"I will be fine aunt Lauren," I say. It is true, I'm going to be just fine. This is my fifth and my last high school, I'm going to graduate here and have some real friends for once. I don't have a lot of friends right now, basically because I didn't have enough time to really make friends at my other high schools. The moment they taught: That new girl, Chloe is actually nice, I already moved again. This time is different, because this is a boarding school and you live here on your own, instead of at home with your parents. So if my father wants to move again, I will still live on my own here and I don't have to change schools again. My mood can't be better.

Aunt Lauren finally lets me go, after a hug of course. And I go to the main building, to get my schedule, room key etc. I walk towards the desk, behind the desk sits an old lady, she looks kind of nice, but I wouldn't have the slightest clue about her character.

"Hallo I'm Chloe, Saunders. I'm transferring here and the rector, I taught his name was Davidoff told me to go to the main building to get my stuff I need this year," I told the older lady. She was searching through some stuff at her desk and she gave me two bags full of stuff. I have seriously no idea what to do with it.

"In the bags are your uniform, and your sport clothing. You can keep everything including the bags. Here are the keys you will need this year, this one is for your locker and this one is for your room. And last but not least: a map of the school and your schedule for this year. If you need anything, I'm right here," and with that she let me go. Since I'm in the main building I first go to my locker to drop my sport clothing. I look at the key in my hand, I have number 158. I just walk through the main building. Looking for the hallway with the lockers. Finally I find the hallway and start looking for 158. 1, 9, 28, 74, 108, 147, 148, 149, 150…. WHAT?! Yes indeed, the last locker in the hallway is 150. I have 158, just great!

"Ugh" I groan, just looking at the locker in front of me, 150, trying to change the number to 158.

"Where are we staring at," says a male voice in my ear, I jump sky-high because of the sudden appearance. "Skittish as a kitten, aren't you?" I turn to the voice and look right into brown almond-shaped eyes, which belong to an Asian looking boy with blond hair.

"You're new right? You look a little lost," the boys says with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm kind of lost, just looking for my locker but I have no idea where it could be," I look at the boy through my eyelashes, and find him looking at me.

"Well which locker is your?" he smiles at me and the smile is so intense, I almost melt right here. I give him the key from my locker. "You need to be in the other hallway, follow me," he starts walking and I just follow him. "I'm Simon by the way," he likes to talk, that's clear.

"Chloe," I say, looking at my surroundings, I need to find my way by myself tomorrow, right? Then we walk into a hallway with even more lockers.

"Here you go, locker 158," I look up at my locker to see he's right, he brought me to my locker. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much, I would be looking for my locker for days if you didn't help me," I say to him with a smile. I put my stuff in my locker and look back at Simon.

"So you're new here, when did you arrive?" And of course, someone who likes to chit chat, also likes to ask questions.

"About twenty minutes ago," I look at the skeptical look on his face. "What?"

"You're here twenty minutes? Of course you have no idea where to go. Here let me help you, what's your room number, I will get you there. And tomorrow I will help you get through the day without scratches, okay?" I smile at him, he is being so nice to me, I can't help it.

"Okay," I say and I tell him that I will stay in room 209.

"209, you got to be kidding?! Liz, a good friend of mine, lives there, this is just amazing! Imagine the movie nights we're going to have! This is going to be fun!" And I knew it was.

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