Ehhhh..
I started yet another short story...
I dunno if I like it yet but I'll let you know.
I'm also thinking about doing two perspectives on the story, to make it...different?
Anywho this is the first chapter, as seen through James' eyes.
“If I wasn’t so nervous, so nervous that I could bite I hole through my lip, I’d tell you how I feel”.
This is the story of two star-struck dreamers who are inexplicably intertwined in a hopeless romance.
A kind of romance one only experiences when all else is lost, when you’re totally and utterly alone.
“What do you mean you don’t have it!?”, Gizzy exclaimed, in obvious shock. “That paper is fifteen percent of our grade!”.
James sat back and watched as the poor, helpless boy in Gizzy’s clutches was near ripped apart by her harsh words. It finally ended when the boy began to cry.
“I’m...I’m sorry”, Gizzy said as she placed her hands on the boy’s shoulder. He couldn’t have been any less than two years younger than her. “You know I really care about my grades, right?”.
He nodded with tears streaming down his face.
“That’s ok, I’m sure she’ll have extra credit or something at the end of the semester, don’t worry yourself so much about it. I overreacted is all.” she said softly, as she wiped the tears from his eyes. “Everything’s going to be ok. I promise”, and then she kissed him.
It made James sick thinking how manipulative girls could be. In the end they always get what they want. James had never had a girlfriend before and he hoped he’d never have to. It wasn’t that James was unattractive, it was something about him. Something that put girls off. He hadn’t figured out what it was yet but he hoped it would continue to work as he watched the exchange of words between Gizzy and the boy.
James let out an over exaggerated sigh and began walking to his first period class. He had English first, which was his favorite subject. He took his usual seat in class before the bell rung and began reading “The Ugly American”, a novel about America’s horrible foreign policies.
James was an avid reader and didn’t care much for social situations. His best friend Nick came in and sat down next to him.
Nick was the star football player and quite the ladies’ man. He didn’t, however, care much for the attention. Nick and James had been friends since they were about three years old, and could not be separated if you tried. In fact, one summer, Nick was supposed to move with his family back to Wisconsin. He out and out refused and went to live with James and his family. Of course James had no objection and Nick’s parents could have cared less. They weren’t the greatest parents in the world.
Nick was a very muscular boy, where as James was tall and lanky. Nick was the athlete while James was the brains. Not to say that Nick isn’t intelligent, he was very, very intelligent, but he had to work his ass off to get anything done. James didn’t have to so much as look at an assignment before he was finished, or concluded that it was below him to do the assignment. No one question James. He was a bona fide genius.
“Hey James!”, Nick exclaimed as he sat down in front of James, turning around in his seat to face him. “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”.
James smiled while reading his book, his eyes still scanning as he began to speak. “Not a whole lot. Did you see what Gizzy did to her “Boyfriend” today?”, James said as he stuck his bookmark, a piece of folded up notebook paper, into the page he had just been reading.
“What, in the courtyard?”, Nick cracked a smile, “Of course I did. I guess this is the new flavor of the week?”, he asked with a bit of humor in his voice.
“I guess so, poor kid. He’s only a Freshman”.
“She sure is aiming low nowadays.”, Nick said, again smiling.
“Oh well I guess...”, James stopped speaking and his eyes moved from Nick to the door of the classroom.
A girl, about the same age as both James and Nick, walked into the room. She had short. Black hair that she was constantly brushing out of her eyes. Her light blue eyes were clearly visible from across the room. She walked right in front of James and Nick and sat down at the far corner of the room. Nick traced James eyes over to the girl.
“Very nice.”, Nick exclaimed as he watched her sit. “Naomi Tristine. Shootin’ a bit high aren’t you buddy?”
James returned his attention to Nick, “What’re you going on about?”.
Nick smiled. “I saw you staring her down. You know what Naomi is spelled backwards right?”, Nick released a slight chuckle.
James sighed and looked away from Nick. That was the only thing the two disagreed on, how girls should be treated. Nick, being the playboy that he was, didn’t treat girls as they should be. He had lost his virginity when they were in 9th grade and since then, it seemed, did nothing but have sex. If a girl wouldn’t “put out”, as he called it, within a week then there was no point to the relationship and he grew bored.
James, however, had always held the notion that if you were to be in a relationship with a girl than it should be a special relationship. You should care for her and put as much love as you can in a relationship, but then again he had never been that close to a girl so how should he know?
James turned to look at Naomi as she opened a book, something about the striving feminist, and smiled. “No, I don’t believe I could think of her as anything more than just another high school girl”.
Nick looked at James and then back to Naomi, “Then you don’t mind if I go for her, do you?”
I dunno if I like it yet but I'll let you know.
I'm also thinking about doing two perspectives on the story, to make it...different?
Anywho this is the first chapter, as seen through James' eyes.
“If I wasn’t so nervous, so nervous that I could bite I hole through my lip, I’d tell you how I feel”.
This is the story of two star-struck dreamers who are inexplicably intertwined in a hopeless romance.
A kind of romance one only experiences when all else is lost, when you’re totally and utterly alone.
“What do you mean you don’t have it!?”, Gizzy exclaimed, in obvious shock. “That paper is fifteen percent of our grade!”.
James sat back and watched as the poor, helpless boy in Gizzy’s clutches was near ripped apart by her harsh words. It finally ended when the boy began to cry.
“I’m...I’m sorry”, Gizzy said as she placed her hands on the boy’s shoulder. He couldn’t have been any less than two years younger than her. “You know I really care about my grades, right?”.
He nodded with tears streaming down his face.
“That’s ok, I’m sure she’ll have extra credit or something at the end of the semester, don’t worry yourself so much about it. I overreacted is all.” she said softly, as she wiped the tears from his eyes. “Everything’s going to be ok. I promise”, and then she kissed him.
It made James sick thinking how manipulative girls could be. In the end they always get what they want. James had never had a girlfriend before and he hoped he’d never have to. It wasn’t that James was unattractive, it was something about him. Something that put girls off. He hadn’t figured out what it was yet but he hoped it would continue to work as he watched the exchange of words between Gizzy and the boy.
James let out an over exaggerated sigh and began walking to his first period class. He had English first, which was his favorite subject. He took his usual seat in class before the bell rung and began reading “The Ugly American”, a novel about America’s horrible foreign policies.
James was an avid reader and didn’t care much for social situations. His best friend Nick came in and sat down next to him.
Nick was the star football player and quite the ladies’ man. He didn’t, however, care much for the attention. Nick and James had been friends since they were about three years old, and could not be separated if you tried. In fact, one summer, Nick was supposed to move with his family back to Wisconsin. He out and out refused and went to live with James and his family. Of course James had no objection and Nick’s parents could have cared less. They weren’t the greatest parents in the world.
Nick was a very muscular boy, where as James was tall and lanky. Nick was the athlete while James was the brains. Not to say that Nick isn’t intelligent, he was very, very intelligent, but he had to work his ass off to get anything done. James didn’t have to so much as look at an assignment before he was finished, or concluded that it was below him to do the assignment. No one question James. He was a bona fide genius.
“Hey James!”, Nick exclaimed as he sat down in front of James, turning around in his seat to face him. “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”.
James smiled while reading his book, his eyes still scanning as he began to speak. “Not a whole lot. Did you see what Gizzy did to her “Boyfriend” today?”, James said as he stuck his bookmark, a piece of folded up notebook paper, into the page he had just been reading.
“What, in the courtyard?”, Nick cracked a smile, “Of course I did. I guess this is the new flavor of the week?”, he asked with a bit of humor in his voice.
“I guess so, poor kid. He’s only a Freshman”.
“She sure is aiming low nowadays.”, Nick said, again smiling.
“Oh well I guess...”, James stopped speaking and his eyes moved from Nick to the door of the classroom.
A girl, about the same age as both James and Nick, walked into the room. She had short. Black hair that she was constantly brushing out of her eyes. Her light blue eyes were clearly visible from across the room. She walked right in front of James and Nick and sat down at the far corner of the room. Nick traced James eyes over to the girl.
“Very nice.”, Nick exclaimed as he watched her sit. “Naomi Tristine. Shootin’ a bit high aren’t you buddy?”
James returned his attention to Nick, “What’re you going on about?”.
Nick smiled. “I saw you staring her down. You know what Naomi is spelled backwards right?”, Nick released a slight chuckle.
James sighed and looked away from Nick. That was the only thing the two disagreed on, how girls should be treated. Nick, being the playboy that he was, didn’t treat girls as they should be. He had lost his virginity when they were in 9th grade and since then, it seemed, did nothing but have sex. If a girl wouldn’t “put out”, as he called it, within a week then there was no point to the relationship and he grew bored.
James, however, had always held the notion that if you were to be in a relationship with a girl than it should be a special relationship. You should care for her and put as much love as you can in a relationship, but then again he had never been that close to a girl so how should he know?
James turned to look at Naomi as she opened a book, something about the striving feminist, and smiled. “No, I don’t believe I could think of her as anything more than just another high school girl”.
Nick looked at James and then back to Naomi, “Then you don’t mind if I go for her, do you?”