19New story, yo. (; So, basically, this is a new one from me. I have five chapters written at the current moment. (I'm on a roll.) This one has nothing to do with A Different Side. Just something I had an idea for back in like, February. Enjoy! Please, please read and review. All reviews will be answered. And I'll love you forever if you let me know what you think! See you at the bottom.
Note: Some Taylor Swift references will be made throughout the story, however, the story is not based on her song and/or album Fearless.
(Full) Summary: Meet Reese Andrews: a smart, independent, beautiful dancer. And then there's Cayden Matthews, your typical arrogant, golden boy, star MVP hockey player, also known as a slacker. Reese is organized, neat, and a hardworker, three things that Cayden is definitely not, unless you count working hard on the ice. Cayden is one of those boys whos pants are too low, and whos head is too big. Put the two together and you get tutoring, fears, mistakes, papers, unexpected happenings, and pasts that just won't go away.
Well I can't think of anyone else it's true
All day long there's no one on my mind but you
And I have loved you since you were a little girl
You mean everything to me and you're all I'll ever need in this world
-Keith Urban, I Want to be your Man Forever
"Cayden Matthews, you are late," Daniel Malcolm said, barely sparing a glance in the direction of the door. "One more late and you will find yourself in detention."
Cayden mumbled a "yes, sir" under his breath before moving to his seat in the third row. He shook his shaggy brown hair out of his blue eyes as he sat down in the plastic seat. His six feet, two inches frame looked awkward and uncomfortable in the small desk. Cayden fit the golden boy's look to a T. His baggy jeans, black polo, and a glimpse of his boxers tended to make all of the girls at Mason Carter Academy swoon.
To say Cayden was rich would be the understatement of the year. Everyone who attended MCA was loaded. Cayden's family happened to be the richest. Being the son of a former model and a lawyer had its benefits. The new cafeteria? Courtesy of Mrs. Justine Matthews when Cayden earned his varsity letter his freshmen year. The new lounge? Courtesy of Mr. George Matthews when Cayden didn't get expelled sophomore year after taking the principal's car for a joyride. The Matthews family was, to put it simply, well off.
Mason Carter was a high school filled with New York's snobbiest, brattiest, and richest. While many schools were similar to MCA, the school held its own unique vibe. Music played in the hallways in between every forty-five minute class, regardless of the lyrics, uniforms were only worn twice a week (Tuesdays and Thursdays), and perhaps the most extraordinary difference: the school's hockey team had won the championship title three years in a row.
It just so happened that Cayden Matthews was the captain of the team, had been since the middle of sophomore year, and the reigning MVP. Everybody worshiped Cayden – girls wanted to date him, and the guys wanted to be him.
Everybody loved Cayden, except one of the girls that mattered most. Cayden glanced at the person occupying the seat next to him, who just so happened to be looking at him at the same time. She openly glared at him before facing the front of the classroom.
Theresa Andrews had been on Cayden's mind since the start of senior year, one month before. The seventeen year old was good at ignoring Cayden, and sending him frosty glares.
She flipped her long, curly, brown locks to her right shoulder, covering the side of her face visible to Cayden. It was obvious she was trying to get Cayden to stop looking at her. Theresa was a model student, and a known "floater." She easily floated to and from all of the high school cliques – except Cayden's. She stayed away from his close group of friends. She was friendly, smart, and honest, a dangerous set of qualities to have. Her five feet, three inches body helped her with her dancing. Her dancing and height meant she was the perfect date to school functions.
"So class, this assignment will hopefully be easy for you," Mr. Malcolm was saying. He sent a pointed glanced in Cayden's direction. Cayden glanced away, realizing he had zoned out for most of the class. "These will be due in two months, mid-December, just before break and the winter formal."
Cayden stopped himself from groaning out loud. He hated English, Mr. Malcolm, and long-term projects. Theresa, on the other hand, already had a notebook out, ready to take notes on the assignment.
"How can someone so hot, be so smart?" Bryce, Cayden's best friend, whispered, nodding towards Theresa. Cayden just shrugged. Good question.
"Your assignment is to write down a list of what you are most afraid of, a fear list, if you will. Short, simple, and to the point: three fears. You are to write a small paper on how you can conquer your fears and why you are afraid of them. You will be presenting your paper out loud to the class. So make it appropriate, okay?" Mr. Malcolm continued. "You have a few minutes to brainstorm."
Theresa thought for a second before quickly writing a few things on her notebook paper. It took her only four and a half minutes to come up with a solid list. As soon as the bell rang, she snapped her yellow notebook closed and capped her pen she had been doodling with. She stuffed her notebook in her messenger bag as Miley Cyrus' "Fly on a Wall" came over the loudspeaker in the hall.
Reese sighed as she stood on her black ballet slippers. She tugged on the black belt that cinched her white t-shirt dress. The dress flowed over a pair of black leggings – a classic dancer's outfit. She quickly left the classroom. She found English to be an easy class and would much rather have been in the dance studio.
"Mr. Matthews, please stay behind for a second," she heard as she left.
Cayden nodded at Bryce to go on as he walked up to Mr. Malcolm's desk. "What's up, Mr. M?" he asked casually.
"Mr. Matthews, I'm afraid I have some bad news," Mr. Malcolm reported.
Cayden stayed silent. Mr. Malcolm didn't look upset or sad in any way. It didn't surprise him - the man had no concept of emotions what-so-ever.
"Your grades in my classroom are suffering. You currently have a D average in here," Mr. Malcolm started slowly. Cayden just blinked. So what, he didn't care about a lousy class? It was like Mr. Malcolm could read his mind. "Although you may not care, MCA's administrators do. Mr. Matthews, you are aware you need to be passing all of your classes in order to be eligible to play any sports?"
Cayden paled slightly. No wonder Mr. Malcolm looked so happy. After Reese Andrews, Mr. M was a close second in people who disliked him. He cleared his throat before answering. "How do I, er, stay on my team?" he asked, emphasizing the word my.
"You need to do well on all upcoming assignments, tests, and projects. This includes the assignment I assigned today. You also need to do well on your presentation in December," Mr. Malcolm said, looking like he didn't believe Cayden could do well on anything. "You should most definitely consider getting a tutor. I would be most happy to—."
"I know just the person. Thank you, Mr. Malcolm, for bringing this eh, matter, to my attention," Cayden interrupted. He grinned at the teacher and rushed out of the classroom, heading to his second period science class. He had the perfect tutor in mind. He couldn't wait to get to his third period study hall, where he knew he would see Theresa Andrews.
A/N: Ay, yi, yi! It's here! So, that's the first chapter of Fearless. Like? Dislike? Hate? Love? Enjoyed? Confused? ... Let me know what you're feeling, by clicking the "Review this chapter" button & reviewing! Let's see. You will be learning a lot more about Reese and Cayden. If you're confused, you should be. (; Well, maybe not confused.. But if you feel like you're missing something, then good, because chances are, you are. Sorry this is a bit short. Next one should be a tad bit longer. I'm hoping. Mr. M isn't much of a main character (he's a pain in the arse to write..), but Bryce is pretty important, as is always the best friend.
The lyrics are a bit relevant to the story line. Maybe not as much to this chapter. But honestly, I couldn't find much to fit this chapter, considering it's mostly introducing you to the characters and part of the story line. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and I hope you'll review. I'm also hoping you'll come back to read next chapter. You know, I'm just saying.. Have you checked out my other story, A Different Side? (;
Next chapter posted in a week or so, perhaps earlier, depending on if anyone reviews and if I get the sixth chapter written.
Disclaimer I do not own Keith Urban, nor do I own his lyrics (Jeeze, I wish!).