So I've been reading a lot of Life With Derek Fan fiction lately and this story just popped into my head. Hopefully a few of you like it. Warning I have minimal knowledge when it comes to hockey, and with the Canadian school system. Please bear with me. Also I don't own LWD, just my OCs.

Chapter One

"Fuck," I wince, biting the inside of my cheek. I strip off the last of my pads and throw them into my locker. Not caring about the foul odor I would be subjecting myself to tomorrow. Hockey practice had been brutal once again. I'm sore in places I didn't even imagine I could be. Grabbing my towel, I shower and change as fast as my screaming muscles allow me.

By the time I drag myself out of the locker room, everyone is gone. That is except Derek Venturi.

"Thought you had a date." I narrow my eyes approaching him.

Derek's is leaning against the opposite wall, his gear lying by his feet. He gives me his famous Venturi smirk as he pockets his phone and retrieves his gear.

"Now why would I leave my best buddy behind." He replies, ignoring my question.

This should not surprise me anymore, yet I always feel like Derek has an ulterior motive behind his kindness. Woah, Casey moment. For the last month Derek has been hanging back after practice just to walk me out the rink. The first couple times he claimed to have lost track of time, but word was getting around that the captain had a soft spot for the new player. Now I'm starting to regret transferring to Queens.

Derek throws his available arm around my shoulder, giving it a lit squeeze before releasing me. "As if," I snort, giving him a playful shove. Derek and I, have an interesting relationship. If you can even call it that. One that began over four years ago..

"Well this great," I mumble removing my sunglasses. I'm standing on the steps of my new high school, which honestly reminds me of the others I've attended. Super crowded. Everyone's chit chatting about what they did over the weekend, completely ignoring the fact that they're blocking people from entering the building. Come on people this is a school, save standing around for the mall.

I make my way to the office, thankful it wasn't too hard to find.

"Good Morning." The secretary greets.

"Hello, I'm here to pick up my schedule. It's my first day." I smile.

"Oh, you're the new student," She states taking in my appearance. I'm wearing a grey jacket, white tank top, dark blue skinny jeans, and black combat boots. I also have an industrial piercing in my right ear, along with a pierced lip. My hair is currently tucked under my snap back. Giving me the appearance of a male, which I am not.

"Yes." My smile not faulting. She hands over my schedule, along with my locker number and the combination. If I could count the number of times I've been judged on my appearance I would be a millionaire.

The first half of the day goes by just like how every first day went. I hand my schedule over to each teacher and I'm forced to introduce myself to the entire class. That is until I get to biology.

"Take the seat next to Casey." The teacher says handing me back my schedule.

"Keener." A boy with shaggy brown hair calls from the middle of the class.

"Shut up, Derek!" A girl, who I'm assuming is Casey, snaps from the back of the room.

"Knock it off, both of you."

I make my way to the back of the class and take my seat next to Casey.

"Ok class. Today we're going to be working in pairs. With the person sitting next to you, complete the worksheets on your table. If you fail to complete all the assignments, the rest will be due at the beginning of class tomorrow."

I grab the folder between Casey and I, flipping through the assignments. Most of the topics I had already reviewed at my last school. Which makes me think about recycling some of my old assignments. That's not cheating, is it?

"Hi, I'm Casey."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Anakin."

"Parents' a fan of Star Wars?"

"That obvious," I laugh. "Just happy I wasn't named Obi or Solo."

Casey turns out not to be so bad. Little up tight for our age but she means well. Once the bell rings Casey offers to sit with me at lunch.

"Only if you want to. I know the first day can be hard." She says, her face turning a bit red. As I'm about to respond the same guy from earlier walks past us bumping into Casey, causing her to almost lose her balance. "Watch it new kid, Casey may hurt you with her Kulzillaness."

"Says the asshole, who I just watched deliberately bump into Casey." I roll my eyes.

"Let's get lunch, Casey." I say giving her a cheeky grin. She returns it with her own small grin, leading us out of class and away from a stunned Derek.

At lunch Casey introduces me to her best friend Emily, who is the complete opposite of Casey, wild, bubbly personality, and a gossip queen.

"So Anakin, what do you think of our school?" Emily asks.

"Well," I pause a moment removing my snap back. Revealing a cascade of chestnut ringlets falling perfectly into place. "Sorry, my head was getting itchy."

"Wow. You're a girl." Casey smacks Emily in the arm. Emily winces realizing how rude her comment sounded.

"Yes, your observation is correct. I honestly don't give a damn what I wear, just as long as I'm confortable. " I shrug, taking a bite of my what I hope I think is meat, hamburger. I look up at both the girls and can tell they're still not fully convinced.

I sigh. "Look growing up I didn't have a lot of 'girl friends', nor was I into the typical girl stuff. My life revolved around hockey." This explanation seems to make more sense for the pair as Emily begins whispering into Casey's ear. Casey nods at a couple of the suggestions but refuses to be the one to ask me.

"It's your idea." Casey points out.

"Fine," Emily pouts. She turns to look at me and I pretend that now is a good to leave for my appointment with the guidance counselor.

"I'll see you in English, Casey."