Disclaimer

The following is one of many installments for a story designed specifically for my blog.  While it does step out of my usual genre, there are some things still not suitable for a younger audience.  Violent/Graphic descriptions, strong language and sexual situations may be found through different sections.  Each entry will tell a small portion of the story during different times and may not directly follow the one prior to it.  

This story follows the direct interactions, as well as the deteriorating thoughts of a young man who is struggling not only with the relationships he has with those around him, but with the relationship he has with himself as well.

Finally, all work is strictly fiction and does not reflect the views of the author.  Any resemblance to actual person(s) is only a coincidence.

If this isn’t your cup of tea, then avoid these excerpts and hopefully I’ll see you around my other posts!

He looked into her eyes searchingly, trying to find that littlest bit of concern which had just been there.  He was sure he had seen it.  Or, maybe it’s that he only wanted to.  The very idea that she had any sisterly feelings for him was a fallacy.  She had, for years, tormented him, using his emotions to get what she wanted.  Even now, he could see the gears spinning.

Her right eyebrow raised slightly and a quizzical expression came over her delicate features.

“What,” she asked with but a hint of laughter on her voice.

“She’s laughing at you Scott.  You sit here covered in blood, scrapes and bruises and the bitch is laughing at you…”

“N-nothing,” he stuttered, shaking off the voice of his unwelcome guest.

“So, are you gonna tell me or what?”

And he did.  He didn’t leave out any details either.  Why should he?  It wasn’t like any of the parties involved were going to keep it secret.  Tommy, B.J. and Megan would all spin their own little twist on it of course, anything to make them look better and him more the fool.

By the time he had finished speaking, she was nearly hysterical.

“L-Lucy Winters!” she exclaimed for the third time.  “How the hell are they trying to sell THAT to YOU?!”

He chuckled despite himself.  The sound of her laughter grated on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard, but it was contagious none-the-less.

“He said…”

“What Scott, what did he say?”

Each could barely finish before they had broken into gales of laughter so strong that for the next minutes they were young again.  For the next seven minutes, as they held onto their sides and howled with all the enthusiasm of the mad, their feelings about each other were gone and they were once again two parts to their family.

Finally, after they had laughed until the breath was gone from their lungs and they had collapsed backward onto the porch, he was able to speak.

“He says to me; She has a pretty face though.”

There was another small round of giggles and when each was done, and as they continued to lay shoulder-to-shoulder at the top of the steps, they were both holding onto their sides and groaning.

“I-I haven’t laughed like that in years,” she finally said.

“Yeah…me either.”

“Scott?  Are you…  You know?”

“Going to go out with her,” he asked in response.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know…  It’s Lucy Winters, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.  But, it’s not like she’s a cow or anything.  I mean, she’s big, for sure, but it’s in a ‘hard working’ kind of way.”

“I suppose…  Do you know anything about her, Meg?”

She rolled up onto an elbow, looking down into his eyes with genuine surprise.

“Are you asking ME for MY opinion?”

“Is that so surprising,” he countered.

“A little bit,” she admitted cautiously.

She rolled over onto her back, scooting over until their shoulders were touching and it was a long while before either of them spoke again.

“I’ll tell you what.  Tomorrow, I’ll get together with my girlfriends and we’ll do some digging. How does that sound?”

This time it was his turn to turn toward her.

“Y-you’d do that for me?”

“Sure, why not.  You’ve been through hell lately, and I think you deserve having someone pamper you a bit, you know?”

“She’s setting you up, numb nuts. She’s just like the rest of ‘them’.”

“And besides,” she continued, “maybe they’ll leave you alone if you have a girl on your arm.”

She patted him lightly on his elbow before sitting up next to him.

“Let’s go inside and have a chocolate milk or something.  You can think about it and then let me know what you decide, and whatever it is will stay between you and me, alright?”

“You’re an idiot if you go along with this.”

“…shut up…”

Halfway to the front door, she turns and looks at him.

“What was that?”

“Uh, n-nothing,” he answered, shaken. “I’m up.”

She smiled and went into the house, but it would be a couple more minutes before he followed.

Disclaimer

This is post is one of many in a several part webseries.  While each part varies, this story, overall, will contain the following; Strong Language, Sexual Content, Graphic and Violent descriptions and it may not be suitable for a younger audience.

It does not reflect the views or opinions of the author and is purely a work of fiction.  All names and locations are drawn directly from the author’s imagination.  No animals were ever hurt in the writing of this webseries.  ;p

If this isn’t your cup of tea but you enjoy my other writings, please visit back time to time and let me know!  I’ll be making the occasional post between these mini-chapters as, I think of them.

She continued to sit in the booth long after he had gone, using her straw to idly swirl a small piece of banana around in the bottom of their glass.  He had sat there quietly as she proposed her idea to him, listening raptly with the starstruck attention of a boy in love.  It wasn’t like she hadn’t given him any reason to either.  After Tommy and B.J.’d had their way with him, she had purposefully stepped over him knowing full well what he would see.

It had been wrong of her, she knew that, but it had been so much fun as well.  He had been lying there about to cry, curled up in the fetal position, when her well placed footing instantly replaced his pain with lust.  She had seen it in his eyes and had reveled in the power she held over him.

But it was fleeting, wasn’t it?

She had agreed to meet him here today as part of Tommy’s plan to further humiliate him.  It was absolutely brilliant, but…

She didn’t get the chance to finish her thoughts, however, as her at that moment her cell phone suddenly started ringing.  She looked down at the screen, and seeing her boyfriend’s name on the screen, she swiped ‘Accept Call’ and picked it up.

“Did you do it,” he asked from his end of the connection.

“Yeah, it was as easy as you said it would be…”

She sat quietly as he laughed and explained to someone with him, the answer she had given.  It didn’t take long for her to realize who it was by the sound of his voice, he and Tommy were inseparable.

“Tommy?  I don’t think this is such a good idea,” she interjected when he had finally settled down.

“Wait.  You’re not chickening out, are you?”

“No, it’s just…”

“Just what Misty?  Jesus Christ, we talked about this for hours last night!  It was YOUR idea to set that milky jar of mayonnaise up with that fat cow in the first place!”

“I know, but…”

“But what Misty?  What??”

“I don’t know,” she yelled in response.  “I just got a bad feeling all of the sudden.”

The phone suddenly erupted with the sound of his and B.J.’s laughter and it was several minutes before either calmed down enough to listen to what she had to say.  Unfortunately for them, she was fuming with anger when they did.

“Goddamn it Tommy, will you just shut up a minute and listen?”

“Oh, we better do what she says,” he said mockingly.

There were a few snickers from his end but he seemed to be doing what she asked.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this Tommy,” she repeated.

“Yeah, you already said that.  What’s that all about, anyway?”

“I don’t know.  We were talking when all of the sudden he asks me if I remembered how we first met.”

“How sweet,” he crooned.

“It’s not like that,” she spat into the phone.

“Then what,” he asked.  The tone of his voice suggested that he was growing irritated with her.

“There was something, dark, in his eyes.  He got all quiet for a few seconds and…and it was like he wasn’t all there anymore.”

Disclaimer

This is post is one of many in a several part webseries.  While each part varies, this story, overall, will contain the following; Strong Language, Sexual Content, Graphic and Violent descriptions and it may not be suitable for a younger audience.

It does not reflect the views or opinions of the author and is purely a work of fiction.  All names and locations are drawn directly from the author’s imagination.  No animals were ever hurt in the writing of this webseries.  ;p

If this isn’t your cup of tea but you enjoy my other writings, please visit back time to time and let me know!  I’ll be making the occasional post between these mini-chapters as, I think of them.

“Scott, over here!”

She sat at the far end of the counter, where the shadows would cover them from prying eyes.  He admired her thinking.  She had to have been thinking the same thing about Tommy catching them together and had picked a spot where it would be difficult to spot from the outside.

“I’d almost given up hope on you.  Usually when I ask a boy to meet me, he shows up a few minutes early!”

There was only laughter in her voice and she smiled warmly as he approached.  He felt awkward.  His hair hung off of his head, hardly touched by the towel he had used to pat himself dry.  Though he rode his bike all the way here, it still dripped onto his shoulders.  He had put on his nicest clothes; a denim shirt and black jeans over his Sunday’s best dress shoes.

“S-sorry.  I was, uh, working out and…and I needed…”

“It’s okay Scott, I’m just teasing.  I’m just glad you came!”

She leaned in and gave him a friendly hug.  It was an innocent gesture, with her hands barely around his shoulders, but it was enough to stoke his internal flames.  He flushed with embarrassment, unsure of what to do next, but before he could make his mind up as to where to place his own hands she had stepped back and was leading him into one of the two booths against the far wall.

“Is that from,” she started, reaching over and touching the bruise on the side of his face.

“I-I guess it is.”

“Does it hurt?”

There was genuine concern in her voice, something which had him utterly confused.  In all the time they had gone to school together, she had never once looked his way.  Now, not only are they having a shake together, but she seemed almost…affectionate toward him?  What was going on here?

He softly echoed his thoughts, unaware that he was even doing so before it was too late.

“Wha-  What do you mean?”

He felt that familiar old friend lurking just beneath the surface, quickly coming to a boil, and even though there were parts of him that were happy just to be this close to her, his anger narrowed his thoughts with crystal clear focus.

“Do you remember when we were freshmen and I had just transferred over to our school?”

“Yes…?”

“Then you might also remember how you and your friends conspired to make me think you liked me.  Do you remember what you did?”

She looked at him with a confused look on her face and he could have easily…

“Tell me you remember what you did, you bitch!”

“Scott?  What the hell?!”

His old friend had surfaced and there was no placating him until it was gratified of the hurt he had suffered.  His hand lashed out quicker than her eye could follow, connecting solidly across her cheek and turning her head violently to the side.

“You know goddamn well what I’m talking about; how you and those ugly little cows sent me that little love letter?  I followed you around like a dog for weeks, carrying your books to class for you.  Do you remember now?!  HUH??  Do you???”

He struck her again, this time on the other cheek.  The blow landed with enough force to sent her tumbling out of the booth, where she landed on her side and looking up over her shoulder at him with something akin to fear in her eyes.  Her nose had begun to bleed out of the left side and, already, her left eye was swelling closed.  

“Scott…”

“Scott, I’m so sorry about that.  God, I was such a bitch to you, wasn’t I?”

He hadn’t been aware of it, but his hands had balled into fists at some point over the last couple of minutes.  His eyes darted to (where he had hit) her, but the only red he saw was from her blush.

“N-no, I…”

“Let’s not talk about that, okay?”

She reached across the table and laid her right hand over his left.

“O-ok,” he answered, suddenly unsure of himself.  Some of the warmth had left his cheeks and for the moment his thoughts were his own.

“Dewie,” she asked of the man behind the counter.  “Could you make us a banana milkshake?”

“You got it,” the pharmacist answered.

“Scott,” she asked, bringing his attention back to her, “I asked you to come down here for a reason.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

No sooner had the words escaped him that he found himself feeling sorry they had.  The hurt expression that came across her face was all he needed to see.

“I’m sorry.  It must be…nerves, or something,” he offered lamely.

“No, it’s okay, really.  I probably deserved that,” she answered softly.  “Which is kind of the reason I wanted to talk to you.  After what Tommy did, I got to thinking.  Maybe he wouldn’t pick on you so much if you weren’t always alone.”

“What are you getting at…?”

At that moment, Dewie ambled over and placed a large glass in front of them.  A typical glass for two, it was widest at the top, where two straws stuck out facing each of them, and tapered down to the step.  There were large chunks of banana in the thick mixture and despite everything his mouth had begun to water.

“There ya kids go,” he said.  “Is there anything else…?”

“No.  Thanks Dewie,” she answered.

“Sure thing.  Enjoy.”  He walked to the back, making the two of them the only customers in the front of the store.

Scott looked at her with a quizzical expression on his face, but she only smiled as she leaned toward him.

“Come on silly.  Let’s enjoy this before it melts!  We can talk afterward.”