Briarwood Octavian Country Day

Parking Lot

Monday, October 12

8 : 02 AM

Derrick sighed, looking out the tinted window of the Harrington's Escalade. Then, he turned over to his cousin: Scott Livingston. The Britsh soccer player, who decided to move here to study the American ways of soccer, what a geek? Scott flipped his blonde hair, almost hitting Derrick. His eyes were sharp, and put you in a trance, he was nothing compared to Derrick, the school hottie.

"So, Derrick, this is your school, eh?" Scott chuckled.

"Um, yeah," Derrick stammered, "Is it too big for you?"

Scott grinned, "Nah, I've been in larger schools. But, I love the view," He pointed to a group of girls huddling, their skirts flying in the wind, "It'll take some getting use to, but I can adjust,"

Derrick grunted, "Roger, you can drop us off right here," He said to his driver, who parked, letting the boys stumble out. Scott, of course, swaggered out first and Derrick wouldn't let him steal his thunder, so he shoved him and attempted to strut like Scott. "Scott, just so you know, it's rough here, people might not like you. So, if you need any help just come to me, I'll show you 'round,"

"One question," Scott asked, "Who is that," He pointed to two girls, one tilting her head back giggling and the other chomping down some Sun Chips. Scott smirked playfully, "I think I found my first victom,"

"D-dude, that's Massie Block. Why don't you go for someone a little less popular, like Olivia Ryan. She's the blonde ditz, but she's got the look," Derrick practically held Scott back from pouncing towards Massie.

"Massie Block," Scott hummed, with his british accent, he said Massie's last name like: Massie Blouk. "Pretty name, pretty girl."

"Man, like I said before, stay away from her," Derrick barked, "She not your type-" Cam came running, interrupting Derrick.

"Yo, Derry," Cam high fived Derrick, "Is this Scotty McRich Pants,"

Scott knit his eyebrows, and scoffed, turning to look at Massie.

"Dude, I'm 'joshing' ya," Cam apologized, "I'm Cam Fisher,"

"The guy with discolored eyes, eh?" Scott shot back rudely, "I'm Scott, Scott Livington, and not Scotty McRich Pants," With that, he swaggered away towards Massie, Derrick yelling at him as Kemp, Plovert, and Josh came towards him.

"Yo, D, What's Scott doing?" Cam questioned, high fiving Kemp, Plovert and Josh, "Is he hitting on Massie,"

"Who cares? Massie will just diss him, and make him a loser for life," Derrick scoffed, "His loss,"

"Really?" Josh scoff-asked, "'Cause it looks like they're getting along fine,"

Derrick turned to see Massie feeling Scott's muscles and giggling, as Claire waved at Cam and texting him a few messages. Then, what really shocked Derrick, was when he hugged her. "What's he doing?"

"Derrick," Dylan ran over, and kissed him, "Ew, it's Massie," She pointed to Massie and Scott. "And who is that?"

"My cousin, Scotty McBitch Pants," Derrick scoffed, and led his 'crew' away from the comotion.

Short chapter! Just wanted y'all to get to know Scott. And next will be Alicia talking to Kristen and Dylan. Then, lunch. Kinda having writers block, what should happen next?!