So this is the new story that I came up with. It's somewhat loosely based on my recent life. It is rated M for mature thoughts and language, not actual sex scenes. If you want sex scenes, go read 50 Shades of Gray or watch some porn.
Chapter 1 – Homecoming Part 1
"No kissing, no drugs, don't get pregnant, love you and have fun." My mother tells me in monotone before she shuts the door in my face. The ways she says this is too rehearsed. I already know that she doesn't really care about what I do, but sometimes I would like for her to show she may care about me a little. Ever since my (real) father died, she hasn't been the same.
I hop in the front seat of my step father's truck and close the door behind me. I sigh and look at my ticket. It reads, 'Mardi Gras Masquerade, admit 1, October 12.'
Tonight is my freshman homecoming. No, I do not have a date nor do I want a date. I'm not really even going with friends. We're all just showing up and seeing what happens.
"Katniss," he says as he ignites the engine. I don't even look in his direction. I hope my silence is enough for him to realize I don't want to talk about anything. Noah isn't my real father, so why should I listen to his 'fatherly advice?' "Katniss, she means it."
I sigh. "Noah just, shut up."
"I told you before you could call me dad if you want."
"Exactly," I say making eye contact, "I don't want to. You aren't my real father so why should I call you dad?"
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When we pull up to the school, I throw on my heels and straighten out my dress. It's black on top with spaghetti straps and cream on the bottom with black rose lace. It's a hand-me-down from my older sister, Prim. She is twenty-two now and out of the house.
Before I can close the door, Noah speaks. "Katniss, I love you like a daughter. I want you to open up to me. Can you at least try?"
"No." I say, barely letting him finish.
He holds his hands up in defeat. "Just be safe, okay? Don't do anything stupid."
"You can't tell me what to do." And with that I shut the door and walk away from his car.
My mom thinks she loves him, which very well may be, but she can't love him like she loved my father. Not once have I seen anyone as in love as my parents were, and that has lead me to believe that I will not be able to fall in love. It's just not worth my time and effort.
I walk into the cafeteria and hand the student council member my ticket. She marks the back with a marker and tells me to have a fun night. Like that could ever happen. I'm only here because I hear that the punch is spiked and the brownies have pot in them. I haven't done any drugs yet, what's holding me back?
The hallway leading to the gym is just sad. There are cardboard paintings of "New Orleans" and a big welcome sign that says "Welcome to New Orleans." Huh, I wonder where I am…
As I walk into the gym, the nasty smell of teenage sweat and brownies surrounds me. I spot some of my friends talking next to a circle of chairs that seems to be missing a table around them. Maybe they thought people wouldn't want to grind and actually be social in a non-sexual way. Those chairs are going to be cold all night. I shake my head and make my way to my friends. We exchange greetings and continue on with the conversation.
My feet start to hurt from what I like to call my whore shoes, or I guess Prim's whore shoes. They are too small for my elephant feet so I slip them off and take them to hide with my phone and ticket in a corner of the gym. I kneel down and hide them in a dark shadow so no one can see them. When I get back up I turn around. There is a dim lamp shining on an area blocked off with the cheerleader's mats covered in bed sheets.
Make-out corner. Luckily nobody has put it to use considering it's only three minutes into the three hour night.
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Music is blasting in my ears. I have no idea what song this is, therefore I have no interest in dancing. I tried dancing with my friends, but I just couldn't. Party Rock Anthem and the Cupid Shuffle were okay but nothing too special since everybody knew those songs.
I go to get a drink of punch, but when I taste it I do a spit take and throw it out. It wasn't spiked or anything, if just tasted like fifty year old Kool-Aide. When I turn around, I see a figure that seems to tower over me laughing. "Katniss, please do that again." He smiles and claps his hands. His laugh is contagious and I feel the need to smile. I probably look like a dork, but he wouldn't care.
The one person in my friend circle that I can tolerate. "Peeta, I don't know. I want to lick a camel's butt to get that taste out of my mouth."
"Why? Is it spiked?"
"No, it just tastes terrible." Even in the lack of light I can see him smirking. I also don't fail to miss the beads of sweat on his forehead. Only now do I realize how much I am sweating. "It's really hot in here and I can't stand the grinding, you wanna com outside?"
"Sure." He puts his hands in his pockets and we walk side by side to the door.
The school set aside a little area surrounded by Christmas lights and a tacky light-up Christmas tree just outside the gym. I want to yell at someone because it's October not fucking December.
It must be about forty degrees outside but I don't really care. At least I don't have to be inside.
Peeta and I hover near the Christmas tree. "What time is it?" I finally ask.
He goes to his wrist and finds nothing but his watch tan. "Shit, I think Clove still has my watch."
Clove isn't really one of our friends, but she pretends to be. She can get a little too bossy and annoying. A lot of people, and apparently her not as well, like to take Peeta's watch. Mostly to laugh at his tan line.
"Do you have your phone on you?" Peeta asks.
"No, where would I put it?" I stand back and my hands drop to my sides.
"Uh," he begins with a slight blush forming on his cheeks.
"No, Peeta I'm not going to put my phone in my bra. I don't have enough chest for that." I roll my eyes at him. He shakes his head and looks off into the night. "What about you? You have pockets, where's your phone?"
"Oh yeah! I forgot I had it." Peeta reaches into his pocket and reveals his phone. "It's like nine thirty."
I whimper and start playing with the ring on my finger. "What's that?" Peeta's voice breaks the silence. I look down at the ring and shrug. "Is that an engagement ring?"
"No, well yeah. My dad, well real dad, gave it to my mom. After he died she tried to sell it, but I kept it." I smile a little bit. "Sometimes when I'm at home I put it on my left hand because it feels like it fits better." I switch it to the ring finger on my right hand. "I guess I forgot to switch it back tonight."
Peeta nods. "This is kind of a fail of a night."
I let out a chuckle. "Yeah pretty much everyone is here to have butt sex with clothes on." Peeta's eyes get wider at my bluntness. "Well, if you take away the clothes it's like a sex fest!" A few sophomores give me weird looks when they overhear me. "It's true." I say defensively.
"Yeah I guess so," Peeta nods. I take him in while he looks away. I only go up to his chin, if even. I can see a little blonde stubble, telling me that he shaves already. I never noticed before now.
A small gust of wind blows and causes me to shiver. I bring my arms up and wrap them around myself. "How long have we been out here?" I turn to Peeta.
He takes his phone out and sighs. "Only fifteen minutes." I shiver again and step a little closer to him. His frame blocks some of the wind and warms me a little bit. "Are you cold?"
"Yeah a little. But it's fine."
Peeta shakes his head. "No, we can go inside if you want."
"Okay fine, but just to listen to one song. I feel like I'm going to throw up if I see someone grind."
Okay so there's chapter 1. There will be at least 2 chapters for homecoming, I'm not sure yet. This story will be different from my others because I actually know what is going to happen up to a certain point. Since this is based on something that is and has been happening to me, the end is unknown unless I make it up.
If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do review or PM me to let me know.
Wow, I sound so formal all of the sudden.