"Tristan, wake up! You're going to be late and that'll be unacceptable." my mother yelled from downstairs. She was overexaggerating, like always. I don't have to be at school till 8 and it's 7:13. I rolled my eyes before getting up and walking to my closet.

"Make sure you wear something nice!" she adds. I laugh under my breath.

"Mom, it's school, not church!" I yell back in response.

"I don't care it's your first day so you should look nice!" I smile. My mom always wanting me to look nice. I flicked through all the shirts hanging in my closet. Surely I can find something that's nice but comfortable. I find a nice button down shirt that is elbow sleeved. It's light blue, so this is acceptable, right?

"Tristan, hurry!" Mother yells again. Maybe breakfast is ready?

"Alright mom, five minutes!" I respond. I put on deordant, slide on a muscle shirt, which is funny since I'm as muscular as a potato, and button up my shirt. I walk to my dresser full of pants. I shrug before pulling out some nice khakis.

"Tristan, you know mom'll have a spaz attack if you don't get your butt down there." My sister, Theresa says while standing at my door.

"Theresa, I'm changing!" glad I'm wearing some clean briefs.

"Tris, I helped mom change your diaper when you were 3, relax." Theresa's four years older than me, making her 21 while I'm a measly 17.

"Yeah, but it's weird and it's making me uncomfortable." I say while buttoning up my pants. She giggles.

"Oh, I'm a peeping Tom, I watch you undress through your window." she jokes. I laugh at her before shooing her away and locking my door. I grab some white socks and my skytop black and white supras.

I jog downstairs to see that my family is already seated at the table holding hands. I smile shyly. "Sorry I took so long, won't happen again." I tell them as I sit beside my sister. Dad looks at me disapprovingly while mom waves off my excuse.

"It's fine. Now close your eyes and bow your heads." We do as told as my father begins praying.

"Thank you Lord, for allowing us this moment to eat peacefully with my family. Thank you for giving us this day and for giving us health and grace. Thank you for everything you've ever granted us with, whether it be life, gifts, jobs that support us or having an amazing family. We thank you for everything and love you. Amen." we simultaneously say amen and begin eating.

In case you haven't noticed, my family is very religious. We go to church every Sunday and always say grace before eating a meal. We don't listen to music about sex, drugs or murder and we don't swear. Mom made bacon, French toast, and eggs.

"Mom, this is a great breakfast, thank you." I tell her. She smiles and nods.

"So, Tristan, any idea what classes you'll be taking?" My father asks as he eats a forkful of eggs.

"Uh, no actually. I'll probably take piano as an elective though. If the school has it." I transferred schools because my father got a big job offer he just couldn't refuse. We grew up in Michigan but now we live in California.

"Well just make sure you keep your grades up and stay out of trouble."

"Yes, sir." I made sure to brush my teeth after breakfast.

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"Mom, do we really need to listen to this?" Theresa asks as mom drives me to school. Theresa decided to join because mom said she'd go grocery shopping afterwards. Mom was currently listening to the Christian station. Mom looked offended.

"Theresa Marie Douglas, I'm surprised by you! Don't you know all those songs they play on the radio are filled with sinful messages?" Theresa and I had nothing against songs about God or anything, it's just that we'd rather listen to music our generation listens to as well.

"Ma, it's not that big of a deal." Theresa regrettably said. My mom hit the brakes so hard that if we weren't in an empty street, we'd have surely crashed into a car. Mom turned to Theresa and pointed at her before going on a rant about sins, God, music and whatever else relatable. I decided to plug in my earbuds and listen to my music where the closest thing relating to God was Yeezus.

Thirty minutes later, making me a few minutes late thanks to moms rant, we pull up to the school. I hurriedly get out as mom and Theresa wish me a good day at school. I smooth out any ruffles in my shirt and take a deep breah before I begin my journey to the principals office.

"Where's the freaking office?" I mumble to myself as I continue looking being even more late to my first class. "Aw great," I say throwing my hands up when the bell rings signalling next class period.

"Great just great, I'm late for my first day and I can't find the principals office!" I complain to myself. A group of kids walks towards me and smiles.

"Hey," says a girl with short brown hair.

"Hi," I say back.

"Need help with something?"

"Um, yes actually. I'm new here and I was wondering how to get to the principals office." she smiled. Looking at her friends she told them to meet up with her later before facing me again.

"Come on, I'll show you." I smile graciously at her before following.

"So, you're new, huh?"

"Yup,"

"Where are you from?"

"Michigan," I decide to not tell her why we moved since I don't know her very well.

"Cool,"

"I guess."

"Anything interesting about you that you'd like to share?" she asks taking me by surprise. She's confident, you can tell just by how she carries herself and in the way she walks; but how curious she is makes me suspicious.

"Uh, what do you mean?' I ask. She giggles.

"I don't know. What are you like?" she rephrases. I let out a breath thinking of what to say.

"Uh, well I'm 17, I like music, I'm religious and I don't like fish." she nods her head before stopping at a door with OFFICE stamped on the window in big black letters.

"Well, here it is. Enjoy your first day and if you have any questions," she grabs my wrist and pulls out a pen from her pocket and writes her name and number on my wrist. "Call me."

I look at her shocked. "What are you doing?' I ask. She smiles.

"Relax, religious boy. Writing on your skin isn't a sin." Before I can think of a response she walks pass me to her next class I assume. I look at my arm then back at her before grunting and walking into the office. I look around and see desks, students in chairs, and lots of filing cabinets. The nurses office is in here along with detention. I keep walking aimlessly till a woman stops me.

"Hello, young man may I help you?" she asks. I nod at her.

"I'm the new transfer student and I was just looking for the principals office." She smiles kindly at me before giving me directions. I thank her before turning towards the direction she sent me in. I hear a man talking to someone sternly through the door, perhaps a student in trouble.

"I'm serious Damon. PDA is not allowed on school property."

"Well technically we weren't on school property. We were in the parking lot."

"Just... Don't let it happen again."

"Yes sir." someone walks out and he has black hair and blue eyes. He's wearing a black sleeveless shirt that has Nirvana on it and dark blue skinny jeans. Adorning his feet are white sandals. He nods at me with a smirk.

"Hey," he says. I feel weird, as I watch him walk away before I mutter a late response.

"Hi." He smiles and turns away before he walks out of the entire office bulding. I shake my head before walking into the principals office and shutting the door.

"Hello, sorry you had to wait." the principal says as he sits in his black leather desk chair.

"No problem at all." I tell him as I sit my backpack on the floor.

"So, you are..?"

"Oh, I'm Tristan Douglas, the transfer student." he nods in realization.

"Oh, yes Tristan. My apologies. Did you have any trouble finding your way?" he asks.

"Um, well I missed my first class for two reasons: I was a few minutes late to school and I had trouble finding your office but someone helped me, so..." I smile awkwardly. He nods mumbling good, good.

"Well, Tristan, I just want to let you know that I'm very lenient when it comes to you students, but when the line is crossed I'm stern and I don't like being lied to. The less you lie the more I'll trust you, okay?" I nod. "Good, now I know you're a junior so I'm having your class schedule printed out right now but feel free to meet Miss Morningside at the front to choose an elective. Do you have any questions?"

"Uh, I don't think I do." I chuckle nervously. He nods before standing and reaching his hand out to me.

"Well, then welcome to West High." he says shaking my hand. I smile.

"Glad to be here."

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a/n: okay first chapter. i have everything set for this story except a cast. Now normally i didn't have a cast of actors ready to be ..casted but then i started writing and i just thought of Troye Sivan. And now he's playing , or pictured as, Tristan. I don't have a cast for his mom and dad or Damon so i guess you guys can choose, although Damon cannot be played by Tyler Oakley simply because I picture Damon as a sort of bad ass but not a bad boy just someone who's confident and cocky. Damon doesnt need to have black hair or blue eyes fyi that's just how i pictured his character. Anyways i hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter because i am fully prepared now i have everything set and all my research done so yeah. Please vote and comment! xx