Taking Chances

Chapter 1

First Official Day of School

A/N: This is just my draft, whereas, my assignment is due tomorrow, and I have nothing, so I'm cramming in what I have. Not everyone will be in this chapter, just a couple of characters.

Next chapter whenever, I should post, will have more. Also, I have started the Tumblr, and the link is on the profile. Reviews would be lovely.


Tristian Hill POV

"Alright, now first things first, this is English Writing, and these journals, are for your homework. These aren't to used for anything else. Now, this weeks assignment is open," Ms. Wilkes-Donovan tells, as she hands us her journals. Each of the boys get one.

"Ms. Donavon, are these journals for anything?" I ask, after she gets back in front of the whiteboard.

"Yes, Mr. Hill, they are, and no before you ask, no, I'm not your shrink, but I however will be reading these, as for proof that you are doing your assignment," our English teacher announces, as the bell rings.

Shit. What should I write about? No. That wouldn't be my first assignment. I wasn't going let my teacher know that I had a crush on one of the cutest boys in the school. He didn't even know, and I was planning to keep it that way for as long as I could. I pick up Professor Xavier messenger bag, toss my journal in it, and placing it over my shoulders, and head towards my next class.

"Yeah, get to class fag!" I hear a tall, slender, maybe six foot three bully call out, as he pushes a boy who had to be have been about my class level. I didn't know either of the boys, but they certainly looked familiar. It was then, when I had to say something.

"What the hell? Do you even know this kid?" I protest to the boy. I see that I had done something that he hadn't agreed with, and I could see that I was possibly the next locker victim. My green eyes meet his dark brown, and I watch as he puts his hands around my collar, and gets ready as though he had been ready to choke me.

"Mr. Granger, unless, you don't want to play in the soccer match against Greely this Thursday, I would suggest you let Mr. Hill here go, otherwise, I'm giving you detention and the star goalie will not be playing, and we know how Coach Jackson wouldn't want that," the teacher tells the bully student.

"Umm no sir," he tells the teacher, and then looks at me with a grudge in his eyes, and then walks away.

"You, alright?" I ask the student, as he gets up from the locker, and holds his books closer to him.

"Yeah, thanks," he tells me, but sounds depressed that I had helped him, and then runs his hair through his dyed blond hair. I look him in his caramel colored eyes.

"Tristian," I tell him happily. I wanted to flirt with him, but I couldn't. He screamed straight to me. Just then, as though the bell had been reading my mind it rang.

"Well Tristian, I'll see you around," he tells me, and walks away towards his class, and regretting not getting his name.


Hayden Moor POV

Eleven twenty five. Free period. Well technically lunch, but I skip it. I take out my Nikon FM10 Camera 35mm SLR Film Camera, and decide to walk around campus and see what I could find to take pictures of.

A few steps as though I was headed to the science building, a few kids had been using the steps, in which had been abandoned for skateboarding. I snap the pictures. Not knowing how they came out. I would find that later. I walk somewhere else on campus, and find a loner just sitting on the bleachers.

He had natural curly hair, brown eyes, and freckles. He wore Chuck Taylor's, and as I came closer, I had seen that he had the lyrics With the lights out, it's less dangerous written on his shoes.

"Hi, I'm with the yearbook, I was wondering if I could take a picture," I let him know what I'm wondering, and for some reason, I decided to show him my student ID.

"Oh yeah, Dallas, I know who are you now. You're in Teen Literature class, you sit in the back row," the teen tells me. I try to remember everyone in my class.

"Hayden Beddor, if that helps," the boy tells me. Then I remembered who he was, as I get ready to take a shot of him.

"So can I take your picture?" I ask, though, he had seemed as though he would let me, and then he smiles, and looks me in my blue/gray eyes, probably the only person not judging me for my dark framed reading glasses that I had with me all the time.

"How many shots do you have left?" he asks, still not answering my question, and then gets up, as though I had had taken up his valuable time, and I look down at counter.

"I have enough to shoot other pictures," I tell him, as I look him in the face again.

"Alright, we have ten minutes left until lunch is over," he tells me, as he sits back on the top bleacher where he was sitting a couple of minutes ago, and grabs onto the fence background, showing that he had done some modeling before. I take the shot, and then he takes his Chuck Taylor off, the one with the lyrics on it, and brings the shoe to the lens, but far enough, so people could see what the shoe had on it, and him in the background, so that the shoe would be the focus point. Then I took a shot of him looking at his watch.

That gave me almost enough pictures, but I would need to finish the film for the rest of the class, and then develop them, and mount the ones that I didn't want to use for yearbook.

"Well we're due in class," Hayden speaks up. "The science club has a meeting in the chemical lab, if you want to check that out tonight," he adds as we walk down the bleachers, and head towards the main building.


Darr Cole POV

I head down to the learning center reading The Demon King. I had brought the book with me when I had moved in, but had never read it. Apparently, it's a book that would be good to read if you liked Lord of the Rings. I read the first paragraph, and I'm hooked.

Reading is my escape. Heck, you give a book in class, and chances are, I'll have the entire book report before most of the class is.

"Hi Darr," my roommate Dominick greets, as I step inside, knowing that I didn't really need assistance, I just didn't want to go back to the room.

"Hi Dom," I whisper back to him, as I take a seat in the corner. I look at the clock, and see that one else was here. Depending which class you're in tests won't be given out until twenty minutes into the beginning on class.

"Anything you want to talk about?" he asks, as he sounds confused. He plays with his ginger hair, and scruffs it up.

"No not right now anyways," I tell him, as I turn on page sixty four, and try to figure when he'll figure out when Han will realize what he is.

"If you want, I'll be watching the Warblers auditions today after school," he tells me, and smiles hopefully, as he reveals that he has black nail polish, in which, I wondered how on earth I had missed that when I stepped in.

"Thanks, but I think I'll pass," I tell him, as I turn my attention back to the book for a couple more pages.

"Alright, but if you change your mind, it's taking place in the music building and goes until six o'clock tonight," Dom tells me, and then smiles, and then turns back to working on his homework, in which, he would have done by the time he gets back to our room, so he could stay on the Honor Roll, and sign up for scholarships.

"Thanks," I tell him when someone walks in. I didn't know which class he was from, but I knew it would be one that Dom would have to help with, and just like that I was back to reading.