[whitepearl]

Interesting thread.

I allegedly have always had a knack for writing (something I only realized when I was in high school; otherwise, I had written a lot in 5th grade and throughout junior high school) so I thought this was a great thread for me to show off something I had been working on since the middle of May.

Like others here, I have a bad habit of starting something and never finishing. I also have a bad habit of rewriting from scratch when I grew tired of my own work. For this, however, I hope it doesn't happen.

This has no title yet. The first chapter is ridiculously long so I split this excerpt into two manageable portions (and I still left out much of the first chapter). I hope you guys like (most other people have given me positive feedback on what I've written though I'm hesitant to believe them)

Spoiler for part 1 contains censored foul language:

Chapter 1

It was just undeniable swagger.

Once again, Hayden Black had saved his history class from the wrath of Ms. Duke, who was just about ready to add on a 500-word essay on the Industrial Revolution as a supplementary weekend assignment.

The class was dismissed, and almost everyone left with a sigh of relief.

“Seriously, I’m getting sick of this,” he said. “Am I the only one who reads the ____ing book?”

“Maybe you can let me do the answering next time,” said Heather Grey, a long-time classmate of his. “I just give you the answers and you take them and run away with them.”

“Then don’t be so afraid to speak next time, stupid. ‘Oh, no, Ms. Duke will yell at me.’ Please. Grow some balls. Or widen your ovaries, whatever girls can do that is the equivalent of growing a bigger pair of cajones.”

Heather crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “You’re so mean.”

“But seriously, I hate bailing out this ____ing class. If I weren’t here for just ONE stinking day, Duke would probably sodomize you all with the textbook.”

“Don’t flatter yourself that much. You just love stroking that ego of yours, don’t you?”

“I stroke it just as much as I stroke my—”

“Ew, stop!”

“Hair. As much as I stroke my hair, Heather. What were YOU thinking?”

Spoiler for part 2, some more censored bad words:

“How are we friends, again?” Heather asked.

“It’s my undeniable swagger.”

“I beg to differ.”

“It is. You just don’t know it. Plus, you—Hey, Jocelyn, you little b____!”

Heather stopped in her tracks as Hayden’s attention was suddenly fixated on Jocelyn White, a fellow junior who happened to be walking in the opposite direction.

Jocelyn stopped and looked over her shoulder. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t my rival Gayden Black. How is everything?”

“Miss Jocelyn White, you know that is not my name,” he replied back, putting on a faux British accent.

“Stop calling me by that name!”

“Even though that is your name?”

“I prefer to be addressed as ‘Jessie,’ thank-you-very-much. You know full well that I prefer to be called ‘Jessie,’ right, Hay?”

“And you know full well that I hate being called ‘Hay,’ right, Jocelyn?” Hayden made sure to exaggerate each syllable in her name, just to come across as an even bigger prick.

“My, oh my, aren’t we at a crossroads! Gosh, Hay-hay, you are so rude. I’m surprised Heather has the patience to handle you. How are you, Heather?”

Heather was caught off-guard (and wasn’t paying attention). “Oh, I’m...I’m good, Jessie.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Shut the hell up, Jocelyn, you don’t give a ____ about Heather in real life.”

Jocelyn was appalled. “That’s so not true, Hayden!” She rushed over to Heather to embrace her. “We’re super friends, aren’t we, Heather?”

“Yes...uh, yes we are!” Heather blurted out. “Uh, Jessie, you’re kinda squeezing me a little too tight.” Jocelyn’s arms were around Heather’s waist while she wrapped her head around Heather’s neck, trying either to smell her perfume or to give her a hickey.

“Heather, word of advice: Jessie is a little tight herself, if you know what I mean.”

“Hayden! Shut up! Stop making these accusations about me!”

“Hey, while you’re busy sexually harassing Heather, haven’t you forgotten we had a committee meeting today?”

“Huh. We have nothing planned, but just to spite you, I will make myself busy.”

“You dumb___! Haven’t you already forgotten?”

Jocelyn stared blankly. So did Heather. Hayden walked towards Jocelyn and whispered in her ear.

“Meet me in our spot after this. Just play along, stupid.”

Jocelyn’s mouth became a gaping hole as she feigned her shock and surprise. “Why, yes, there is! Oh, I should’ve come to talk to you anyway. To remind you of that.”

“We might as well fulfill our academic duty. Sorry, Heather, but I gotta go.”

Heather nodded. “I understand. But how come you didn’t tell me earlier?”

Jocelyn quickly interceded. “Uhh, these meetings happen last minute, unfortunately. It’s just how it goes, sweetie.”

“Yep, the cookie crumbles, Heather. I’ll see you Monday, I guess.”

Just as Heather was about to say her goodbye, Jocelyn and Hayden had walked away. They quickly made their way towards the stairs.

Jocelyn White was the other “genius” of the school. She was vying for the honor of being the school valedictorian but became distracted with other “extra-curricular affairs,” most of them involving Hayden Black.

As he walked up the stairs with Jocelyn, Hayden snuck over a glance. There was something about her that always made him turn his head. Today, it was the nipples poking through her lavender blouse. Her chest was like her last transcript: there were only two A’s.

Hayden had noticed that she didn’t have on her typically poisonous layer of perfume. He figured she was running out, so she applied less of it, or maybe she had just forgotten.

“You like what you see, Haydee-boy?” Jocelyn was obviously well-aware of Hayden’s wandering eyes. “There will be more of that later, I promise. Get a hold of yourself.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just there’s always something pleasant about you to look at.”

“Wow, a compliment from Hayden. Shocking.”

The two had arrived in their classroom to commence their committee meeting. Of course, they were the only two in the committee.

And there really was no committee.

Usuratonkachi, I liked the second excerpt you posted.