Okay, so since you guys are sad that I have discontinued The Scar I came up with a little solution. In my original story, a big tragedy happens. I don't want to give it away as it may spoil it for you. Just a small hint though the story is currently set in the spring of 2001. So maybe you guys can put 2 and 2 together. That instance is like the climax of the story and I believe it is like the center piece. Something that will captivate the readers. So if I were to continue writing it then I'll have to change a few things and change the major tragedy to something else entirely.
The beginnings would be essentially the same but after that then things will change especially the ending. What do you guys think? I know the second tragedy I can use if I were to continue. This will make it very different than my novel. I know this is hard to follow lol Anyway, just let me know what you guys think about this idea. I would of course let you all read my finished Scar story (the original) when I finish it. Just think of this as a new Jorish story entirely.
Special Friends
Chapter 1: The Reunion
Trish's POV
"Forever" by Chris Brown comes on and I lose it. This is my shit! I rush to the dance floor and throw myself around. Okay, maybe I'm a bit drunk. Or a lot drunk. But who cares? I sure as hell don't. Being drunk makes it all the more fun.
Trish: Hahahahaha! (I jump up and down, sway back and forth as wildly as I can. I'm going nuts but it's so much fun. I've never had so much fun in my life. A group of teenagers gawk at me like I have a third eye.)
Trish: Can I... he... help you? (They stay quiet but just stare. I shake my head trying to get my thoughts straight. If I didn't know any better I'd think I was slurring. I'm not that drunk yet. I give myself a little mischevious grin as I know the real truth deep down inside. My subconscious warns me that I've had a little too much to drink and am making a complete ass of myself.)
Trish: Stay shut you... you little shits. (I point sluggishly at them. They roll their eyes and I laugh out obnoxiously again. I watch as they walk away with disgusted looks then stick my tongue out at them. Serves those little jerks right. I roll my eyes then get back to my barbaric dancing. "Call Me Maybe" by Carly Rae Jepson comes on and I lose it even more.)
Trish: No, this is my shit! (I flail my arms around in an erratic fashion. A small circle forms around me as people move away from me.)
Trish: Wha... th... fuck... is your... problem? Never saw a bitch... (I burp obnoxiously and chuckle at myself afterward.)
Trish: … have fun before? Bunch of... fuckin... squares. (I take another sip of my poison as I continue dancing not caring what these snobs think.)
Trish: Never saw anyone... hav... having fun before? Fuck off. (I point to all the people obviously avoiding me.)
Trish: Whatever... more room... f... f... or me. (I dance even more crazy as I have more room to myself. After a second I feel someone behind me and I turn my head slightly to the right to see who it was. I instantly smile as I grind myself against his groin.)
Trish: Hey Big Boy. (I wink at him as he dances against my behind. He places his hands on my hips and I sway along with him. He is soooo fucking cute.)
Guy: So, a little too much to drink, eh? (I laugh out loud at his accusation.)
Trish: No. (Now that he mentions it my head isn't as fuzzy as before. Maybe now I can actually recite a normal sentence without slurring and stuttering.)
Guy: It sure seems that way. ("Call Me Maybe" ends and I stop dancing. I turn to face my partner. As I turn my head I make sure to slap him in the face with my hair. He has a smug look as I look in his blue eyes.)
Trish: I don't get drunk. I'm just buzzed. (He laughs as he crosses his arms against his broad chest.)
Guy: Buzzed? How do you act when you get drunk? (I roll my eyes and bite my lower lip. I turn my back to him.)
Trish: I said I don't get drunk. (I walk away nonchalantly knowing well enough he's gonna come after me. I take a seat at the bar and he leans against the bar next to me. I smile and eye him up and down. He's so sexy.)
Guy: Alright, you don't get drunk.
Trish: Nope. (He laughs. It's clear that he thinks I'm full of it.)
Guy: So, what's your poison? (He eyes my glass of vodka and I pull it out of his view.)
Trish: Why won't you find out for yourself? (I hand him my glass and he takes a moment to examine me. I guess it's to check out if I'm trying to trick him.)
Trish: I'm not plotting against you. Drink it. (He grabs it and takes a sip. He makes a squinty face and swallows hard.)
Guy: Damn, that's good. (He gulps from my glass again and his reaction doesn't change.)
Guy: How do you handle that stuff?
Trish: I'm experienced. (I shrug arrogantly and he smirks. He pounds on the bar 3 times getting the bartender's attention.)
Guy: Give me what she has. (The bartender slides him a vodka and he takes another big gulp if it. He shakes his head.)
Guy: Phew. I feel it already. That stuffs heavy. (I nod and take a sip of my own drink. For the first time of the night I get a good look at him. I narrow my eyes and cock my head as I stare at him.)
Guy: What?
Trish: Do I know you? (He nods and smirks.)
Guy: Probably.
Trish: What's your name? I swear I've seen you before.
Guy: John. (Hmmm... I close my eyes and try to think. My head is a bit fuzzy and my brain is processing like a windows 98 computer running on dial-up.)
Trish: John. John. John... (I shake my head.)
Trish: Sorry. I know like 10 Johns.
John: Cena. John Cena.
Trish: Cena. John Cena. (I repeat my thinking process until I get an epiphany. I snap my fingers with enthusiasm.)
Trish: Brace Face!
John: The same. (I gasp in shock as I take this beautiful man in. I scoff.)
Trish: There's no way. You're... (He nods.)
John: Hot? I know. (I shake my head.)
Trish: But you were...
John: Ugly? Yeah I know that too.
Trish: You had braces and acne. You were scrawny and...
John: Hey, puberty changes everything. I'm a man now. (I check him out and rub my hand up his huge arm.)
Trish: You sure are. (He looks down at my hand as I rest it on his shoulder. Our eyes meet and he bites his lower lip and smiles.)
John: It's really great seeing you again. How have you been?
Trish: I've been good. I'm a motivational speaker and a substitute teacher. What about you? I heard that you moved to Florida after graduation.
John: I did. You know, I wanted to be a pro wrestler and joined the Florida Championship Wrestling company. I actually made it to a WWE tryout and was offered a contract but I declined.
Trish: Why?
John: It wasn't what I thought it was. Too much politics and drama. But I'm glad you're doing well. How is the whole teaching thing going? The kids give you any problems?
Trish: No, not really. They all think I'm cool. And the boys are in love with me. (I smirk proudly.)
John: I don't blame them. (He stares into my eyes and I stare back. Suddenly, I feel shy. I tilt my chin down as my cheeks redden. John clears his throat obviously embarrassed.)
John: So, uh, life. How is it?
Trish: What do you...
John: Well, last time we talked you were dating Victor. How is he? (I shrug.)
Trish: I wouldn't know. He cheated on me a few months after graduation with Victoria.
John: Your friend? (I nod.)
John: I'm sorry. (I scoff.)
Trish: For what? Him? Please, he's a sorry ass excuse for a man. I saw them about a year ago at Clarisa's wedding. He's at least 350 pounds heavier and she looks like she had some work done. (He stares at me clueless and I sigh.)
Trish: She got plastic surgery. Her A cups, yeah they're a D now. And don't get me started on the face work. She's really skinny and Clarisa told me she was anorexic. I hear he hasn't had a job in over 6 years and collects disability for being morbidly obese. Apparently, he did something to himself to mess up his thyroid and his weight skyrocketed.
John: Wow, really? Well, you know what? They were a bunch of dicks and looks like karma finally caught up to them. (He laughs and I nudge his arm.)
Trish: What's so funny?
John: Just that, you know, how time changes people. (I stare blankly at him waiting for him to fill me in. He shifts in his chair to face me.)
John: Well, I was the scrawny nerd who nobody wanted and now look at me. And Vic and Vickie were a bunch of assholes and now they're paying the price. The bad guys get what they deserve and the good guys turn out like me. I'm very well off. It's crazy, that's all. (I nod.)
Trish: I know exactly what you mean.
John: This reminds me of high school. You know, just hanging out and gossiping with you.
Trish: You were my best friend. (He looks into my eyes and smiles. I can tell that he really appreciated that.)
John: Thanks. You too. People always thought we dating though.
Trish: Yeah, I know.
John: You never would have given me that chance though. (Uh-oh. A change in tide here.)
Trish: What are you talking about? You were my best friend. You met my mother and slept over my house.
John: I was your nerdy friend. I was so far in the friend zone I didn't even get reception for my cell phone. (For some reason I feel bad.)
Trish: Did you have a crush on me or something?
John: I was in love with you. (My jaw drops. Wow. I didn't expect that. At all.)
John: I just never had the confidence to tell you before. Plus, you were smitten by that asshole Vic. He didn't deserve you, ya know? (He looks at me and I sigh feeling guilty and ashamed. I slowly nod in agreement.)
Trish: I know.
John: Took you long enough to figure that one out. (He looks at me with a stern look and I can tell that he is upset. I don't blame him. I blew him off for some jerk.)
Trish: Look, I know why you're so sour about this subject. I don't blame you. But all that happened over 10 years ago. I'm not the same person anymore and neither are you. Lets forget the past as stupid teenagers and worry about us now. As adults.
John: You've really matured. That's great. So, lets talk about now. Give me a brief description of yourself currently.
Trish: 28 years old. Single. Motivational speaker and substitute teacher. Love to party and have a good time. Hobbies include reading, writing poetry, and yoga. (He needs as if he's pleased.)
John: Not bad. No more dreams of being a boxer then? (I laugh.)
Trish: No, I'm too pretty for that.
John: You really are. (I feel myself blush.)
Trish: Your turn.
John: Okay. Also, 28 years old. Former wrestler turned prison guard. Work out on a daily basis. Own a horse named Betty. And that's about it really. (I nod as I take in this information.)
Trish: A horse?
John: Oh yeah. I ride her everyday. I'll take you out on her someday if you want.
Trish: I'd love it.
John: You always did have a thing for animals.
Trish: Still do. I see them as small little furry people. Their lives matter just as much as humans. I just wish that people would get that through their thick skulls.
John: It'll take time for that considering how hard-headed some of these people are out here. (I chuckle because I know it's true. Some people are just too stupid.)
John: Look, I'm just gonna be blunt with you. In high school you were the hot popular girl. Everyone wanted you. And usually those girls turn into the ugly fat chicks...
Trish: Hey! What that's supposed to mean. (His eyes grow wide and he holds up his hands in defense.)
John: I don't mean you. I was trying to say that you were the opposite. I actually think you look a lot better now than you did back then. You really look great, Trish. I'm glad I got to see you again. I hope I'll be able to see you again.
Trish: I'm sure you will. (I smile at him. Probably due to the alcohol I'm feeling extremely horny. He has no clue what I'm in the mood for. In about an hour he'll have it all figured out.)
I unlock my door and we stumble in knocking over some stuff on my table. John forces me up against the wall as his tongue dances with mine. I feel his hands slide up my thighs sneaking their way under my dress. Slowly they climb up my abdomen exposing my thong. He grabs both of my bare breasts causing me to moan into his mouth upon contact. With one swift move he yanks my dress over my head and begins an assault on my neck licking and sucking. His hands roam behind my back and I hear a small click. My bra becomes undone and I back away from him holding the cups to my double D's.
John keeps his stare intent as my bra straps dangle on either side of my upper ribs. I back up from him until I reach the couch. I keep my eyes locked on his as I drop my bra. His jaw drops as he takes in my breasts.
John: Damn. (I chuckle as he grabs me up in his strong arms and places me on the back of the couch. I sit on top of it and wrap my legs around his waist. Our tongues twirl around each other as his hands wander over my body playing with my breasts. I pant as he sucks and kisses my neck and throat. He squeezes my butt hard pushing me into his erect groin. I gasp as I feel how hard he is. Damn, he's good. Such a tease. He breaks his assault for a second as he rips his own shirt off.)
I rub my hands all over his chiseled body as he runs his hands over my soft, sensitive skin. I let my hands drop to the hem of his jeans. With one flick of the wrist his belt is undone and his pants sag slightly. I unbutton them and let them fall to the floor. His very long member sticks out straight. His boxers leave nothing to the imagination. The way I like it. I lick my lips as I tease him through his linen. He gasps against my ear. He pulls me closer to him. His tip presses against my panties giving me a small feel of what's to come. Literally and figuratively. I'm so naughty. I chuckle at my own thoughts. I feel myself panting against his ear as he sucks on my throat.
Trish: Wanna hear a secret? (He starts kissing my shoulder and collar bone.)
John: What's that?
Trish: You were my first. (His mouth stops working it's magic. He slowly lifts his head and stares at me in shock.)
John: What?
Trish: Remember that time you slept over at my house when I was down because Victor was being an ass?
John: Yeah.
Trish: One thing led to another and we had sex?
John: So?
Trish: You were my first. (He swallows hard and looks at me through narrowed eyes. He bites his lower lip anxiously and rubs his chin.)
John: But I thought you and... (I shake my head.)
Trish: Never. I've actually never slept with him. Ever. Just never had the urge. Probably why the prick cheated on me.
John: I never would have done that to you. (I nod as a smile creeps up on me.)
Trish: I know, John. You were a good guy.
John: I am a good guy.
Trish: You are.
John: I can't believe I was really...
Trish: Well believe it because it's true.
John: Well, since we're being honest you were mine too. (I feel myself blush again.)
John: Let's reenact that night. Shall we? (He pulls me off the couch into his arms.)
John: Where's your...
Trish: Through that door. (He carries me through my bedroom door and sets me on the edge of my bed. He drops to his knees and I feel my heart beat pick up. He slowly starts kissing my calf. Slowly inching his way North. He places his hands on my chest and gently pushes me down so I can lay on my back. Up my thigh he climbs and I begin to get anxious. Don't tell me he's gonna do what I think he is. He kisses me through my already wet panties. He looks up at me with a mischievous look.)
In an unexpected tug my panties are nothing but a heap on the floor. I moan out as his tongue makes contact. He hikes my legs over his shoulders and pulls me so that my butt is on the edge of the bed. His tongue swirls around and around. I feel myself losing control. I grip his shoulders and dig my nails into them trying to relieve the overwhelming pleasure. He dips his tongue in and out as I scream out.
Trish: Oh my God... John, I'm almost there. Don't stop. (Against my pleas he withdraws his tongue and licks his lips with a sensual glare. This is not the same boy I knew a decade ago. This is a sexual man before me.)
John: Not yet baby. Contain it. I'm not done with you. (He dips his head back between my legs. With the tip of his tongue he licks gently and slowly over my clitoris. I moan out again. The sensation is just too much and I can't help myself.)
Trish: I'm gonna come... (Heeding my warning he stops his on-slaughter keeping my orgasm at bay. Only for the moment. He pulls off his own boxers and climbs over top of me. Pushing my legs apart with his own he dips himself so that he is right outside of my opening.)
John: Ready? (I pant and nod frantically. He bucks his hips and he slides into me with ease due to all the lubrication down there he caused with his tongue. He brings his lips to mine and kisses me as he slowly eases himself in and out. I can taste myself on his tongue. He starts to grind his groin against mine as I grip his shoulders for dear life. He rocks his hips into mine creating a rhythm. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper into me.)
John: Fuck... it's so good. (I moan out loudly as he picks up the pace. Our skin slaps against each other mimicking the sound of clapping. He breaks our kiss and kneels back on his knees. He hoists my legs up. Before I know it my ankles are by his ears. He pounds into me desperately clutching my thighs.)
I feel that warm sensation in my lower stomach begin to heat up. He continues his deep hard thrusts. The sensation keeps heating up until it's burning. It boils over as I yell out in ecstasy. My mind blanks as I climax around him. I can feel my walls clench him. He grunts out with one last deep thrust as he empties his toxins inside of me. He falls onto me. He pants loudly trying to catch his breath and I follow suit. He climbs off of me and falls flat on his back next to me. I turn my head to catch him already looking at me.
John: Damn. (A smile fills his face and I again follow him.)
John: That was the best. Ever.
Trish: Same here. (He drapes his arm over his forehead.)
John: Phew. (I pull the covers up and throw them over him as I cover myself. He rolls over to face me and I do the same. He runs his hand through my tangled hair.)
John: That was a ton better than the first time. (I chuckle and nod in agreement. He yawns and I find myself yawning as well.)
Trish: I'm so tired.
John: Same here. (Before I know it I'm counting sheep.)
