Greetings faithful readers! After a bit of a break, I am back with a new story. This will be a short 6 chapter story and since all the chapters have been written already, I will post one a week.

A big Thank you goes out to Snoopylover60 for pre reading, editing and your fantastic ideas and input for this story.

I do not own FSOG

Chapter 1

Carrick POV

As I pulled up in front of Hillside Academy in Bellevue, I looked over at my son who is sitting in the passenger seat with his arms crossed across his chest and a look of defiance on his face.

"Christian" I say to get his attention.

He glares at me, knowing what I am going to say, and not wanting to hear it again. "I don't have to remind you that this school is your last chance—this is the last school your mother and I are going to enroll you in. I have already contacted the Marine Military Academy in Texas, and it if you get expelled from Hillside, there is a bed in Texas with your name on it…do you understand me?"

"Yes dad. I heard you the first ten times you told me. I get it. If I fuck up again, I am gone. Got it. I don't need to hear it ten more times, OK?"

"Do not take that tone with me, Christian, and watch your language."

He reaches over, opens the door and steps out, looking at me as I step out. "I don't need you to walk me to school...I can find the office by myself" he growls at me as he walks away.

Grace made all the arrangements for his enrollment last week after I called in a favor with the principal to get him accepted. The school year is half over and it took a lot of bargaining and back scratching to get him in mid year. He has his class schedule already, so all he needs to do is check in at the office and find his first class. I tell him either me or his mom will be back to pick him up after school and he continues walking away. I watch him go thru the front door, and as the doors close, I pull away, saying a silent prayer that he can control his temper and finish his senior year and graduate later this year.

CPOV

Military school—yeah, fuck that. I'll run away before I let them stick me in a fucking military school.

I go thru the front door and head to the administrative office to check in and get my ID badge and get scanned into the security system.

Twenty minutes later I walk out and head to my first class—AP Chemistry. Most of my classes are AP—school has always come easy for me, hence my 4.5 GPA and my acceptance into Harvard was pretty much guaranteed since Carrick is a Harvard Alum. My track record for fighting, however, almost kept me from getting accepted, but Dad managed to pull some strings and get me in.

Elliot could have gone to Harvard, but he wanted to go somewhere warm and sunny, so he applied to and was accepted at Stanford, UCLA, and USC, and he chose Stanford, and is now in his third year. Elliot deciding to not go to Harvard put all the pressure on me—Dad had planned that at least one of his sons would go to Harvard, and with Elliot bailing, well, dad set his sights on me and has planned out my life for me. I have no intentions of going to law school though, and the only reason I am going to Harvard is so I can get my trust fund so I can start my own business—I already have a name for it—GEH—Grey Enterprise Holdings. The stipulation my parents and grandparents put on our trust funds—if we want our money, we have to graduate from college, so whether or not I want to go, If I want my to start my business, I have to go.

I guess I better pull my head out of my ass and not get expelled again if I want to see any of my trust fund I think to myself

I have managed to make it thru my first three classes and find myself sitting in the lunch room alone, eating my burger and fries. I don't know anyone at this school, and I think it would be easier to stay out of trouble if I keep it that way...mind my own business, stay out of trouble, make no friends, graduate in five months and get out of town.

I look up as a small group of girls walk in and sit down a few tables away from me. One catches my eye though as she has long, beautiful chestnut hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen-a person could get lost in her eyes. I am mesmerized, and find myself staring at her, watching her as she talks and laughs with her friends, and I completely forget about the rest of my lunch.

Before I know it, the bell rings signaling that lunch is over, and she and her friends get up and walk out.

I wonder what her name is…

My remaining classes drag by, but I spend the day dreaming about the blue eyed beauty in the cafeteria. I was hoping she would be in one of my classes but no such luck—it's possible she is a year or 2 behind me.

I walk out to the student pick up section and see my dad's car partway down the line so I walk down and open the door and climb in, waiting to be grilled about my first day, but surprisingly he doesn't say anything. We ride in silence for a few minutes before he tells me he will drop me at home and then he has to head back to the office for a while and says "Your mom will drop you off and pick you starting tomorrow-she has made arrangements to work the night shift at the hospital for a week or so."

He pulls into our driveway and I let myself out and walk in the house and my dad leaves and heads back to his office. I bet it must have irritated the crap out of him to go in late and leave in the middle of the afternoon today…I'm sure that's why mom is going to be working nights this week—her schedule is a little more flexible than his because no one ever wants to work the late shift at the hospital, and they will be happy to trade with her, even if it's only temporary.

I find a snack in the fridge and head up to my room to do my homework so I can get it done before dinner, then I can relax and play on my phone for the rest of the night.

A little while later I hear Mia come in—she made the freshman softball team this year and must be getting home from practice. My mom is still at work so she must have caught a ride with one of the girls on the team.

I am hoping that after a week or two of taxiing me back and forth to school that I get my car back. I know mom won't be thrilled about working nights forever, and it is so much more convenient with me driving us to and from school and Mia's softball practice. Tuesday morning, mom drops us off at school and heads home to sleep for a few hours since she started the night shift last night.

During 3rd period, I find myself staring at the clock, waiting for class to end—anxious to get to the cafeteria to see if my blue eyed beauty is there again.

I grab my food and sit at the same table I sat at yesterday and wait, and sure enough, a few minutes later she walks in with her friends and they also sit at the same table from yesterday, and start talking and laughing and eating lunch,

I am becoming totally infatuated with her. All I can think about is her blue eyes…I see the in my day dreams as well as at night when I am home. I think this is love at first sight.

This has become my daily routine for the rest of the week—sitting at the same table in the cafeteria, waiting for her to come in. By Friday, I have worked up the courage to walk up and introduce myself and ask her name and maybe ask her out. We finally made eye contact the other day and she blushed and then smiled at me, so that gave me the courage to finally talk to her.

I still don't know her name.

Just as I stand up to walk over, three guys walk over to their table and start talking to them, and one sits down next to my girl and puts his arm around her shoulders.

WTF is he doing? Get your hands off my girl! I scream in my head.

Just then I see her shrug her shoulders to get his arm off her, and she stands up and starts to walk away. I can see by the look on her face and her body language that she was not at all happy with him touching her, and immediately her other two friends get up and walk away with her, leaving the three guys alone at the table. The one who had his hands on her does not look too happy about being rejected, and he starts to storm off in the same direction as the 3 girls did, but his friends stop him and tell him to let her go.

I don't like the look on his face and I am immediately worried about her—is he going to keep bothering her? Harassing her?

I head out of the cafeteria after them, but I don't see where they went, so, frustrated, I head to my next class where I sit and stew until the bell rings. I do the same during for my last three classes, and when my last class finally ends I am the first one out the door. I need to find her to see if she if she is OK or if that asshole is bothering her. I walk down the hallway looking for her, and then head outside towards the parking lot to see if she has someone picking her up or if she drives herself. I don't see her waiting to be picked up, so as I head towards the student parking lot, I hear a commotion—someone yelling "get your hands off me!" I turn around and see my blue eyed beauty tying to yank her arm out of the asshole's clutch, and I immediately see red. I run as fast as I can to where they are standing and grab him, throwing him to the ground, yelling "you heard her asshole-get your hands off her!" and I put myself in between him and her. His friends get a hold of him and hold him back, stopping him from coming at me, and a few seconds later two teachers come running up, wanting to know what is going on.

After everyone gives their version of what happened, the teachers haul us to the office and informs Principal Dawson of what happened, and he immediately calls everyone's parents to come in so he get written statements from everyone.

After her dad arrived, they took her into a separate room to get her statement, and after she gave her side of the story, my mom and I went in and I gave my statement, then one by one everyone else gave their statements as well. All the statements were basically the same, and backed up what she and I said...he was harassing her, grabbed her when she tried to walk away, and after she screamed at him to get his hands off her, I ran up, grabbed him and threw him to the ground so he wouldn't hurt her.

After we gave our statements, we were all told to leave, and she and I could both return to school on Monday. She had already left with her dad by the time I was finished, so I never got a chance to talk to her or even get her name.

Since my mom was waiting to pick me up, she saw most of the incident, and knew I wasn't lying—that I wasn't fighting. I could tell she was nervous and was probably thinking I was going to get expelled and be on my way to Texas next week, but after Principal Dawson told me I could return to school on Monday she seemed to relax quite a bit-I could see the look of relief on my mom's face as we walked out of the office.

We were still standing inside the office when I heard Principal Dawson tell the asshole to go home and he and his parents would be contacted sometime on Monday on when they should return to his office-he was not allowed to return until the school called, and if he did he would be arrested.

My mom didn't say much on the drive, but I knew when my dad got home we would be having another conversation, but at least this time I wasn't in trouble…a first for me.

My dad gets home about 7:00, and after dinner we move to his study so we can talk without being interrupted by Mia or the phone or anyone else.

He looks at me, then starts "Son...first of all, fighting is no way to solve anything" and as I go to interrupt him, he holds his hands up, gesturing me to stop talking, and then continues "However, I am aware that this wasn't a fight. Principal Dawson called me at work and explained to me what happened...what all the witnesses said—that all you were trying to do was protect the young lady. I am proud of you for standing up for her, and keeping her from being injured."

He smiles at me and continues "I spoke with your mother afterwards, and we have decided to give you your car back tonight, so next week you can drive yourself and Mia to and from school like before."

I just stare at him, not knowing what to say. I was expecting an ass chewing from hell and permanent forfeiture of my car, not being told he was proud of me and giving me my car back.

Wow. Now I can ask my blue eyed beauty out and take her on a proper date.

My dad patted me on the back and told me there was one condition to getting my car back

"Your mother's friend, Mrs. Lincoln, needs help removing some debris in her backyard. Your mom volunteered you to help out Sunday and told her you would be there by 8:00 in the morning. Gretchen will have a lunch ready for you when you leave…here are your keys. A good, hard day's work never hurt anyone" he chuckled and pats me on the back as we walk out of his study.

Sunday morning I am up early, and Gretchen already had my lunch packed and a big breakfast ready for me when I walked into the kitchen. My mom wasn't home from work yet, so I ate alone since Mia was still in bed, and then headed out to Mrs. Lincoln's house for the day. She is definitely a MILF, and I wonder why she married her husband—he is at least twenty five years older and ugly as sin.

He must be rich….

I was ten minutes early, but knocked on the front door and she was waiting for me already. When she answered the door, my jaw about hit the ground when I was what she was wearing, or wasn't wearing. She had on a see thru cover up over a tiny black bikini that is covering practically nothing. She saw the look on my face and smirked, then took me out back and showed me all the rubble that needed to be cleaned up. I am glad I was wearing jeans because my dick was hard as a rock just staring at her, and there was no way I could have hidden the bulge if I was wearing shorts. I followed her out back, staring at her ass all the way, and as she was explaining to me what she needed done, I was imagining what she looked like under that piece of scrap material she was wearing.

There was a large dumpster that had been delivered and was sitting out front of the house, so I had to haul everything from the back yard out front and throw it in the dumpster. Her husband was adding on to the back of the house, so there were a few big trees that had been cut down and cut into large pieces, along with all the branches and several chunks of broken concrete.

This is going to take all day I grumble to myself.

Halfway thru the day, Mrs. Lincoln comes out and hands me a cold drink which I slam down immediately and hand the glass back to her while staring at her tits that are spilling out of the small piece of material that is supposed to be covering them.

"Don't you know that it's rude to stare?" she asks.

"Well maybe if your tits weren't on display I wouldn't be staring" I retorted back at her.

She slapped me, then grabbed my face and kissed me, shoving her tongue halfway down my throat and reached inside my pants and started squeezing and stroking my dick. I just stood there in shock, not knowing what to do or say, but my dick was so hard, and I was close to blowing a my wad in my pants.

She took her hand out of my pants and stepped back and looked at me, then laughed and told me to follow her-telling me she needed some help moving something in her basement.

Like a little puppy dog, I eagerly followed her through her house and down the stairs to her basement, staring at her ass the entire time and wondering what she needed help with down here. We got to the bottom of the stairs and walked towards the back and she stopped in front of a door.

"This is my classroom" she said. "In here, I can teach you things you never imagined were possible. I can teach you complete and total control over your mind and body…how to control your emotions, how to be a real man—a leader, a man people will fear and respect. I will teach you how to pleasure a woman and how to make women pleasure you-their sole purpose will be to serve you, and you will be their master. I will reward you for good behavior, but I will punish you for bad behavior."

I don't know how long I stand there, not saying anything, and finally she looks me dead in the eyes and asks "Are you interested? Are you willing to learn from me, to be my student and serve me until you are ready to be served?"

I heard what she said, and let it sink in, and after a minute or so of imaging me fucking her and her sucking my dick, I nod my head and tell her yes.

She corrects me, telling me "From now on you will answer me Yes, Mistress, understand?" I nod my head, and she unlocks and opens the door.

"Welcome to my classroom, pet" she smirks.

I look inside the room and feel the blood drain from my face.

Holy fucking shit I thought to myself.