It does get a second chapter
Title: Now Let Me Get This Straight
Author: chastity_rowan
Rating: R for Language and Innuendo (seriously, do you think I'd write something Het and Gen? XD)
Type: Original fiction
Chapter: 2/??
A/N: This is a spur of the moment thing. I actually know how it ends but I can't seem to find a way to piece the first chapter with the conclusion. This is a lame attempt of it.
I search myself; I want you to find me
I forget myself; I want you to remind me
Fridays used to never be a chore for me... even if it meant club time. During my freshman year, I was anxious to get into various clubs. We were allowed to try out everything for the whole afternoon after our Friday classes. The freshemen at that time were as indecisive as I was, hopping from one club room to another, enthusiastic to get into the best clubs in school. Aside from the fact that most of us were supposedly talented singers (we study in a Catholic school famous for it's all boys choir after all), we divulged in other male activities.
I remember Trystan imposing on me the punishment of his company while suffering from a bitch fit. He initially planned on starting the first sewing club in school but his application was naturally rejected. Trystan insisted that boys need to learn to sew their own buttons especially if they live alone. "Boys and crafts don't go together..." they said and he was promptly dismissed. During the third period, he had another argument with Macsen (indirectly involving me again) and the three of us were sent to the Discipline office to explain ourselves. We missed two more subjects for that (I being the spokesperson for both friends who wouldn’t talk to each other despite being able to hear each other perfectly). The discipline officer sent us out of the office out sheer annoyance and merely gave us a warning.
Macsen went to the clinic to get some ice for his (newly) bleeding forehead. Apparently the fight was far from over.
Finally settling himself in the chef’s club, aside from being an automatic member of the school choir just like Macsen and me, Trystan seemed to have calmed down. I left him in a pretty good mood after he promised to cook me something special afterwards. I set off to find a club to join in at once.
“You don’t have to be an IQ of a genius when you become a member of the chess club...” I told the sole freshman who submitted his application to join the club today during club time. I read over the paper briefly and gave him a small smile. The freshmen nowadays had their sights on basketball and football. Everything else was too gay for them.
“…Cornelius? Is that alright with you?”
“Yes.” His answer was brief and noticeably stiff.
I nodded numbly. He didn’t seem to forget.
“I believe we’ve been formally introduced. I am-“
“I know who you are. Macsen told me you were his roommate.” His lowered his head to hide his colored cheeks.
I smiled despite him not being able to see it, “Yes, but you haven’t heard my name yet.”
“Sorry.”
I decided to engage him in light conversation as an ice breaker. I had a lot of patience and experience when dealing with introverts. “I can’t believe the last batch of seniors would hand the legacy of the chess club to me. The other junior I was with before was far better than I am…. Do you know Martin De Coy?”
He shook his head, not knowing what else to say.
“Oh? Well, he was the other freshman who joined with me in the club four years ago. I wasn’t quite sure why he entered our school when he can’t even carry a tune… Anyway, he was a magnificent chess player. Quite antisocial and arrogant though, but a magnificent player nonetheless. I believe his father was an Olympic chess player…”
I had a tendency to ramble on as if I was conversing with myself but we allowed us to drown into a one-sided conversation. Martin De Coy was the least of my concerns right now. Cornelius was obviously afraid of me after I walked into a very uncompromising situation the day before school started. I gestured with my hands to better explain my story but he found the empty chessboard more interesting than the arrogant son of an Olympic chess player.
That aforementioned situation wasn’t new to someone like me. In fact, I was used to seeing Macsen fooling around with other boys in school (it was his unnatural obsession to sleep with 3 different people a week). He had been kicked out by his previous roommates for bringing in men in their rooms or for the mere fact that his sexual preferences leaned towards the same sex. When my previous roommate graduated, he finally had a permanent place to stay.
During the first night as roommates, he stripped in front of me and confessed that he loved me. I hesitated at looking at him, but I managed to tell him that it was a loss cause. I allowed him to give me a hug, provided if he didn’t stick the lower part of his body too close to me.
That didn’t stop him, however. A week later, he told me that he masturbates at the thought of my face. Trystan was kind enough to kick him on the head.
Cornelius interrupted my speech, as well as my train of thought. “Uhm… what’s you’re name again? Sir?”
I must have spaced out while thinking of and speaking about two completely different things. “Tilden. Only my best friend Trystan calls me Tilly. I hate it though…”
I finally had the chance to stare at his eyes. They were colorless. “because it rhymes with silly?”
We both found it slightly amusing.
Author: chastity_rowan
Rating: R for Language and Innuendo (seriously, do you think I'd write something Het and Gen? XD)
Type: Original fiction
Chapter: 2/??
A/N: This is a spur of the moment thing. I actually know how it ends but I can't seem to find a way to piece the first chapter with the conclusion. This is a lame attempt of it.
I search myself; I want you to find me
I forget myself; I want you to remind me
Fridays used to never be a chore for me... even if it meant club time. During my freshman year, I was anxious to get into various clubs. We were allowed to try out everything for the whole afternoon after our Friday classes. The freshemen at that time were as indecisive as I was, hopping from one club room to another, enthusiastic to get into the best clubs in school. Aside from the fact that most of us were supposedly talented singers (we study in a Catholic school famous for it's all boys choir after all), we divulged in other male activities.
I remember Trystan imposing on me the punishment of his company while suffering from a bitch fit. He initially planned on starting the first sewing club in school but his application was naturally rejected. Trystan insisted that boys need to learn to sew their own buttons especially if they live alone. "Boys and crafts don't go together..." they said and he was promptly dismissed. During the third period, he had another argument with Macsen (indirectly involving me again) and the three of us were sent to the Discipline office to explain ourselves. We missed two more subjects for that (I being the spokesperson for both friends who wouldn’t talk to each other despite being able to hear each other perfectly). The discipline officer sent us out of the office out sheer annoyance and merely gave us a warning.
Macsen went to the clinic to get some ice for his (newly) bleeding forehead. Apparently the fight was far from over.
Finally settling himself in the chef’s club, aside from being an automatic member of the school choir just like Macsen and me, Trystan seemed to have calmed down. I left him in a pretty good mood after he promised to cook me something special afterwards. I set off to find a club to join in at once.
“You don’t have to be an IQ of a genius when you become a member of the chess club...” I told the sole freshman who submitted his application to join the club today during club time. I read over the paper briefly and gave him a small smile. The freshmen nowadays had their sights on basketball and football. Everything else was too gay for them.
“…Cornelius? Is that alright with you?”
“Yes.” His answer was brief and noticeably stiff.
I nodded numbly. He didn’t seem to forget.
“I believe we’ve been formally introduced. I am-“
“I know who you are. Macsen told me you were his roommate.” His lowered his head to hide his colored cheeks.
I smiled despite him not being able to see it, “Yes, but you haven’t heard my name yet.”
“Sorry.”
I decided to engage him in light conversation as an ice breaker. I had a lot of patience and experience when dealing with introverts. “I can’t believe the last batch of seniors would hand the legacy of the chess club to me. The other junior I was with before was far better than I am…. Do you know Martin De Coy?”
He shook his head, not knowing what else to say.
“Oh? Well, he was the other freshman who joined with me in the club four years ago. I wasn’t quite sure why he entered our school when he can’t even carry a tune… Anyway, he was a magnificent chess player. Quite antisocial and arrogant though, but a magnificent player nonetheless. I believe his father was an Olympic chess player…”
I had a tendency to ramble on as if I was conversing with myself but we allowed us to drown into a one-sided conversation. Martin De Coy was the least of my concerns right now. Cornelius was obviously afraid of me after I walked into a very uncompromising situation the day before school started. I gestured with my hands to better explain my story but he found the empty chessboard more interesting than the arrogant son of an Olympic chess player.
That aforementioned situation wasn’t new to someone like me. In fact, I was used to seeing Macsen fooling around with other boys in school (it was his unnatural obsession to sleep with 3 different people a week). He had been kicked out by his previous roommates for bringing in men in their rooms or for the mere fact that his sexual preferences leaned towards the same sex. When my previous roommate graduated, he finally had a permanent place to stay.
During the first night as roommates, he stripped in front of me and confessed that he loved me. I hesitated at looking at him, but I managed to tell him that it was a loss cause. I allowed him to give me a hug, provided if he didn’t stick the lower part of his body too close to me.
That didn’t stop him, however. A week later, he told me that he masturbates at the thought of my face. Trystan was kind enough to kick him on the head.
Cornelius interrupted my speech, as well as my train of thought. “Uhm… what’s you’re name again? Sir?”
I must have spaced out while thinking of and speaking about two completely different things. “Tilden. Only my best friend Trystan calls me Tilly. I hate it though…”
I finally had the chance to stare at his eyes. They were colorless. “because it rhymes with silly?”
We both found it slightly amusing.