A New Beginning

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit or the TV show. I only own the characters that I make up!.

Warning: This story may contain non-consensual spanking of minors as discipline! If you do not like that sort of thing please turn away now. You have been warned.

Chapter 1

Sixteen year old Maxton Carisi was walking down the halls of his new high school trying to spot his locker. It was his first day in the new environment; trying to scan over the small numbers on the lockers, looking for his. "323...324...ahh 325." He said to himself. At round one of attempting the combination he was interrupted by a flying object whacking into the back of his head. "Ow sonofabitch" he muttered looking down and seeing a football coming to a stop at his feet. He sighed and picked it up and then scanned the hall for it's rightful owner. Before he had the chance to catch his eye on someone he was nudged into the locker and the ball was yanked from his hands.

"Hands off." Barked Brant Daniels; the captain of the football team, the school's all star player.

"Well maybe you should watch where you're throwing next time." Maxton remarked. He wasn't about to be messed with in the first 15 minutes he was there; let alone by what seemed like the school jerk.

Brant closed the small gap between the two of them looking down at the new student. "Excuse me?" He growled.

"Dude Brant come on we have to get to gym." Another football player; a follower of Brant attempted to pull him away.

A few more moments of Brant staring down Maxton who was not intimidated by the least; he muttered something but then walked off with his buddy.

"Hey don't take it personally; he's a world class jerk to everyone." Maxton turned directly to his left where a slender looking boy leaned against the wall of lockers, his arms across his chest. His sandy-colored hair peaking out from underneath his slouchy beanie.

Maxton couldn't help but chuckled. "I got that vibe from him." He gently rubbed the back of his head.

"You catch on quick." He smirked. "I'm Mason. Welcome to the wonderful world of Kennedy High. Home of the Hornets." His tone was sarcastic but friendly.

Maxton's upper lip curled up in a smirk, perfectly showing off his bottom lip ring. "I'm Maxton." he finally got his locker open; putting what he needed to put in there, he shut it. "So where is...room 303?"

Mason stood up straight from the lockers, "Sweet, that's my homeroom too. Follow me." He slung his backpack over his shoulder and led the way. "I'm Mason Andrews, I'll be your tour guide today, please keep your hands inside the non-existent vehicle at all times."

Maxton shook his head laughing. 'Man I like this kid already.' he thought to himself.

The two boys arrived at their homeroom. "Now just a heads up...Mr. Sanchez is really strict when it comes to being in homeroom by the bell. If you're not in this room by the final bell he will mark you tardy and it's really frustrating."

Maxton gave a nod. "Thanks for the warning." He smirked. He walked up to the balding man sitting behind the metal desk. "Mr. Sanchez?"

The older man tilted his head, his eyes peering above his glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose. "You must be Maxton Carisi." he pushed his glassed up.

"Uh yeah, here's my paperwork." He handed the man a small stack of papers.

He accepted the papers and pointed towards the students' desks. "Welcome. You can sit anywhere." His voice was dry and monotone. He gave off the vibe like he was just riding this job out until he can retire.

Maxton turned on his heel and scanned the room, spotting an empty seat next to Mason. "Wow he's a jolly one ain't he?"

He cracked a smile. "Let me see your schedule." Maxton passed over his class schedule. "Well at least you only have to deal with him for homeroom, I have him for 9th period history. Such a barbaric way to end the school day."