*AN-Alright, so here's something I never thought I'd be doing. I've been reading a lot of fics lately, and in particular these sorts of high school/slice of life stories have really been peaking my interest. I guess because my high school experience was honestly extremely boring. So, I thought 'shoot, I'll have a go at it, see what I can add to the mix,'. I know updates are already slow on my other work, 'Hutch', and I do apologize, but I feel like I need a break every now and then from writing on the same old thing, and maybe this will help mix things up for me.

So what could one expect from this story? Well, there will be drama, sex, violence, basically what you'd expect from a high school story.

Also, I know that Hutch is also the main protagonist in my other fic, but I feel like there isn't enough content dedicated to him. Speaking of which, I absolutely suck with names, so I may use other characters from that story in this one as well. Don't worry, if you've not read it I'll introduce them as best I can in this one.

Keep in mind this is a sort of test, just to see how well received a story like this would be. I know it's sorta overdone, but every writer has their own style and I find it refreshing to see different approaches to similar genres. Please feel free to let me know what's good and what's bad, what you liked and didn't, and if you'd like to see more or less of this either through a PM to me, or by leaving a review below. Enjoy!

Something I never thought I would ever say to myself was 'Damn I miss high school'. As much as I complained every day of those four years, standing where I am now I can safely say that yeah, I do miss it. No one ever realizes it until long after they've graduated, but life is so much simpler when you're in high school. Well, I suppose that's subject to opinion in some cases. Sure there's a lot of drama, you know the type the gossipers, the people who constantly bang every other night with different people, the future couples, etcetera, but it's also a time where you get to take it easy.

Ever since I'd graduated, the workload increased tenfold and as much as I'd tried to avoid it I'd sadly been pulled into the drama I'd hated so much. Not out of my own choice mind you. I'm not really even sure where to start to be honest, so much has happened yet it all seems like nothing more than a blur at this point. I suppose for starters we need to establish who I am.

The name is Hutch Tenold. I live in a small, rural town known as Jasper Park, Canada. At the time I'm narrating this I'm 21 years of age, though I may have to go back further to explain some of the finer details. Currently I'm a 3rd year physics major at the local university, which I attend with a few of my friends. I'm a cinema junkie who spends too much time either playing video games or looking at stuff online. I'll go into more details as I go on, but for now I'm gonna take you back to my senior year of high school when this mess all started.

-2 years ago-

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

"Ugh do you ever shut up," I groaned, once again fumbling for the snooze button to silence my alarm clock for another 9 minutes. As per usual I checked the time to see just how much longer I could keep up this routine. 6:30 a.m. Damn, so much for catching a few more winks. If I slept any later I risked getting caught behind a bus and getting to school late. Well, later than I liked. So naturally I flopped out of bed and onto my soft..warm…comfortable….carpet…

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

"Fuck. You. Clock," I grumbled. This time I managed to pull myself onto my feet. My legs wobbled as my head surged from the sensation of standing suddenly, causing me to pause for a moment before hobbling drunkenly towards my bathroom. Off with my boxers, my sleepwear of choice, and into a hot shower to start the day. I'd heard that cold showers were actually better to help wake you up while hot ones actually put you to sleep, but fuck that shit. You can get dressed with rock hard nips and deal with your dick sucking back into your body. I might be sleepy but dammit I'll be warm.

I lathered down my dark furred body with some nice smelling body wash, at least nice enough to make it seemed like I put effort into caring about my appearance. You know, the kind that's not expensive enough to be used for a hot date, but still pricey enough to make you smell like you didn't sleep in a middle school gym bag. I didn't mean to boast, but I was quite the good-looking guy. I wasn't by any means a lazy slob or one of those meat-head douchebags who snorted protein powder, although I liked to think I was well sculpted.

Although I spent most my time on the internet, I still took time out of my day to work out to make up for my sedentary lifestyle. My eating habits were also healthy, well relatively. I tended to avoid frozen stuff, opting instead to make things myself. No frozen pizzas or TV dinners. I was also blessed, or cursed depending on your outlook, with a lack for a sweet-tooth so I never craved sugary things. But, I still ate fast food when I was lazy or was out with my friends.

Once I was clean enough I stepped out and brushed my teeth quickly before getting dressed. I threw on some jeans and a 'Rogue One' t-shirt before checking the time. 6:55 a.m. which left no time at all to grab breakfast. So, I slid on my shoes and rushed to grab my backpack and keys. As usual, my parents weren't home by the time I woke up, so I was left to lock up before I left. This was nothing new though. They were very busy so I was home alone a lot.

I locked the front door as I stepped outside and climbed into my truck. A 1999 purple Ford Ranger my uncle had given to me for my 18th birthday. It wasn't the fanciest or newest car in the world, but it did get me from place to place just the same. Besides, it was nice enough in its own right. A hard-top bed cover, rain guards on the windows (well, driver's side window), towing hitch, the works. It would have been the cream of the crop 18 years ago.

Tossing my backpack in the passenger seat, I climbed inside and turned the key in the ignition. I made sure the heater was cranked all the way up and grabbed a "Sabaton" CD from the dashboard and popped it in. I then backed out and drove towards my prison for the next 8 hours, Jasper Park High. The school was a short 20-minute drive away, but traffic usually made that a lot worse. Thankfully it was a Friday, which meant a lot of people would be ditching school to go party.

I pulled into the schools parking lot around the same time "Twilight of the Thundergod" started playing, which was a bit disappointing as it was one of my favorite songs. Per usual, I parked in the same spot, near the back of the parking lot. Most people would try to park as close as possible, but I found the further away you park the easier it was to leave in the evening. This also happened to be the spot beside my best friend Candu Roberts.

"Morning asshole," I smirked as I rolled down my window. He couldn't have beaten me there by too much, as I caught him climbing out of his jet-black Escort, an ironic choice given his err…stature.

"'Sup fucker," he greeted in return. He held a thermos which was full to the brim with piping hot coffee as usual. Candu was the type of person who would break an arm if he didn't have his morning caffeine.

"Ready for the week to be over," I replied as I set my truck in park and rolled my window back up, quickly stepping out to allow our conversation to continue.

"More than you can imagine. We've gone over the same power point every single day in physics because my idiot classmates just can't keep up," he groaned as we began walking towards the building.

"I'm there with you. On the bright side, the year is almost over," as I grabbed the handle of the door it was suddenly flung open, which caught me off guard. The metal door bashed into my arm, which barely had enough time to retract, and slammed into my chest which sent me down onto my ass knocking the wind out of me. Had I been a split second later I knew for sure it would have broken fingers.

"Sorry, gotta go," the voice was none other than one of the schools most annoying juniors, Humphrey Easterling, followed by his gang of misfit toys. I quickly turned my attention to him and snarled in displeasure.

"You dumb mother fucker, watch where you're fucking going! You have eyes, fuckin' use 'em," I shouted angrily as I clutched at my ribs.

"Shit Hutch are you alright," Candu asked hastily jumping to my side.

"Yeah, I think so," I replied and tried to stand. My head spun and I was instantly sent back onto the ground "Never mind. Fuck me that hurt."

"Come on, let's get you to the nurse," Candu insisted as he helped me up. Reluctantly I agreed to let him help me to the nurse, though I'm not sure she could have done much had I broken something. We got a few weird looks as we hobbled through the hallway, but I was too pissed off to care. The school was small, so you had to see a lot of the same people daily. Humphrey, was unfortunately one of the people I had to see. Normally hate is considered a strong word, but it didn't even scratch the surface of how I felt about that scrawny shit.

You're probably thinking "Oh Hutch you're just being hard on him 'I'm sure he's not that bad.". Well strap yourself in because I'm about to rant.

For starters, he was the kind of person I found irritating. The typical sit in the back of the classroom and cause trouble, go out on the weekends and get shit faced kind of person. He was also the type to do something without thinking about the consequences, case in point he just ran me over with a door. If that wasn't bad enough, he was dating one of my 'friends' and fellow senior Kate Winslow. I strain the word 'friend' because since she and him have been going out, she doesn't talk to me much anymore. Well, unless she's drunk, more on that later though.

Kate and I had been friends from a young age. My parents and hers had been friends, and so they would often take me over when they would go to hang out with one another. Almost immediately we took up with one another. We remained good friends up until she broke my heart and started dating that Neanderthal. Before you get the wrong idea, she cut me off. Stopped talking to me, hardly ever even looked my direction, hell she would go out of her way to avoid me. Unless she was completely shit faced.

It was a shame to watch her go that direction really. She had always been intelligent, a straight A student, and competitive cheerleader. She still cheered, but from what I gathered her grades had been slipping like a pair of lubed up roller blades on ice. As much as I wanted to feel sympathetic towards her, I couldn't help but feel like she deserved it. I know it's harsh to say that, but it was how I felt.

"Oh my goodness Hutch are you alright," the nurse said as we hobbled into her office. The school nurse, Eve Winslow, was a gorgeous blonde like her daughter, and although she may have been in her thirties she was still extremely attractive. To say she was a MILF was an understatement. But I'd never tell anyone that.

"I've been better," I joked as Candu helped me onto the bed. Pain throbbed in my chest causing me to inhale sharply, which only made the pain worse.

"What happened," she asked grabbing her stethoscope to listen to my heart. I hadn't noticed it, but her other daughter Lilly was in the office as well. She was in a black 'Gwar' shirt I'd bought her for her birthday about a year ago, and a dark pair of jeans. As usual her hair was brushed to the side, hiding her left eye from view. She immediately frowned when she saw me.

I'd known Lilly for as long as I'd known Kate, but only in the recent couple of years had we really grown close to one another. Funnily enough it was Kate and Humphrey getting together that got us talking. The night it happened Lilly texted me to check on me. She knew how I felt about Kate and how much losing her like that hurt me. Turned out she and I had a lot more in common than Kate and I ever had.

"Your daughter's moron plowed me over with the door," I explained taking a shaky breath. Normally I wouldn't have been so harsh about it, but Kate was the only one in her family who could stand Humphrey.

"You're joking! Well, just you wait. She'll be getting an earful tonight. I can't tell if anything is wrong right off, but if he hit you hard enough he could've cracked a rib."

"A cracked rib, seriously," I asked in shock, almost stunned by her diagnosis. Surely the door hadn't hit me that hard, had it?

"It's a possibility, but you'll have to go get an x-ray done to be sure. I doubt it's a very serious crack, but it's better to be safe than sorry." she quickly scribbled down a few things on the note and then turned to Lilly. "Would you be a dear and help Hutch to the hospital sweetie? I'm sure he would appreciate the help".

"S-sure thing mom," Lilly agreed bashfully. Lilly was incredibly shy when compared to the rest of her family, which I found unbelievably adorable. Even around me one of her closest, if not her closest, friend.

"As for Humphrey, don't you worry. I'll make sure he is properly dealt with," Eve growled, clutching her fist tightly. This was the one thing that kept everyone from constantly hitting on Eve, her temper. Sure most of the time she was sweet and caring, but you cross her very thin line and you'd be leaving the scene in a bucket.

"Thanks Eve," I said with a smile.

"Don't you worry about it, unlike Humphrey I actually like you," she giggled as Lilly and I headed for the door. Candu it seemed had already left the scene to get to class, probably for the best. We took my note to the secretary, who was more than happy to excuse me from class for the day given the circumstances.

"I'm sorry about Humphrey," Lilly apologized as we walked outside.

"Hey it's not your fault. He's your sister's bonobo," I said giving her a quick pat on the shoulder. She always felt the need to take responsibility for Kate, and by further extension Humphrey. It made me feel genuinely bad sometimes, because the feeling of guilt on her face was so sincere it was painful.

"Still though, if he did crack your rib that's serious. Sure, he might irritate the fuck out of us but he's never actually hurt anyone before," Lilly looked down as if not convinced by my argument.

"It's not like it'd be the worst thing to ever happen to me. Besides, it gets us out of school for the day," I said pushing her playfully, causing her to smile softly.

"You make a fair point. I didn't even do half of my homework last night anyway," she giggled guiltily.

"Be honest, you're not going to do it unless I let you copy mine are you," I smirked.

"I WILL!" she protested "Because I'm gonna steal yours and copy off it even if you don't let me."

"You're so lazy," I rolled my eyes and stumbled as a wave of pain overwhelmed my chest. Lilly quickly jumped to catch me and helped me into the passenger seat of my truck. She was visibly shaken from the experience, so I did my best to give a confident smile. "Just a little pain's all. Nothing serious."

My confidence seemed to calm her, if only slightly, and she took the keys from me so she could drive. Although Lilly was licensed to drive, she often rode to school with Kate, or her mother when Kate rode with her idiot. I didn't mind her driving me around though, she was a good driver, though she and my truck didn't really see eye to eye. Literally. She was quite short and the seat was recessed heavily from years of use. Since it was older and didn't have electrically adjustable seats, it could only move forwards and backwards. Which meant she could barely see over the steering wheel.

"Oh darn, if I'd thought I'd have brought my booster seat so you could see," I joked.

"SHUT UP!" she laughed and slapped my shoulder. I smiled and buckled in, leaning my seat back slightly so there wasn't so much pressure on my chest. She turned the truck on and practically squealed when the metal started playing.

"Oh my god Hutch you have the best music," she shrieked. Immediately she restarted the song so we could listen to it in its entirety. This was the first of many things we had in common, our taste of music. Classic rock, disco, metal, and even a little indie music made up the bulk of our libraries, hence her shirt.

When compared to Kate, Lilly was a polar opposite. Sure, they were both sweet and caring, but their lifestyles were totally different. Whereas Kate was outgoing and expressive, Lilly was shy and a bit of an introvert. Honestly, this was one of the reasons I found her so attractive. I'd always had a weakness for shy girls. The way she would blush and get flustered over the simplest of things was absolutely adorable.

Beyond music, we shared a love/obsession with gaming. My dad had an SNES when I was young and I played on it religiously up until the PS1 came out. From there, the rest is pretty much history. Then when I hit high school I learned about PC gaming, and I was hooked. I even managed to help Lilly buy her own computer so we could play together.

Movies were also a big thing for us. But rather than the latest blockbusters, we were more into older obscure B movies and foreign knock-offs. Don't get me wrong, I still liked some of the new movies that came out. Avatar, Star Wars (not the prequels), Jurassic World, The Martian, things that peaked my interest or dealt with subjects I enjoyed.

I could go on all day about the things we had in common.

I couldn't tell you exactly why I hadn't asked her out yet. I guess maybe I just thought she deserved better than what I had to offer. However, there was a certain meathead with his eyes on her that I made sure to keep in check. Garth Newsome, or as I liked to call him 'Garth Nuisance'. This guy was without a doubt Jasper Highs' apex fuck boy. Captain of the football team and a brain so small it couldn't be comprehended by science, he constantly hit on her. Thankfully, she rejected his advances ever time. Which was a relief, because he was only after her for her body.

"Mighty Thor, grabs the snake, firmly by his tongue," Lilly growled with the music as it shifted into a slow breakdown. She was a good singer, she really was, but her voice was better suited for high pitches than the deep growls of the song we were listening to. But that didn't stop her.

"Lift's his hammer high to strike, soon his work is done," I sang along with her, Though I wasn't exactly a great vocalist, I could better match the deep tone of the music.

"Vingtor sends the giant snake, bleeding to the depth, twilight of the thungergod, Ragnarok awaits. TWILIGHT. OF. THE THUNDERGOD. TWILIGHT. OF. THE THUNDERGOD. TWILIGHT. OF. THE THUNDERGOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"

"Eck, that part always kills my voice," she complained, turning the music down so we could talk.

"Yet you sing it every time you hear it," I smirked.

"Because it's a good song," she retorted, sticking her tongue out at me. "I'd love to see them in concert one day."

Lilly had never been to a concert before. None of the bands she, or should I saw we, liked had ever been through town, and the ones they went to were so out of the way it wasn't worth the trip. The only one I'd ever been to was a Metallica concert with my uncle, and that had been years ago.

As she pulled us into a parking lot, I decided I'd have to buy her some tickets.