A/N: Helloooooooooo
Some of you might know me as the author of One of the Boys and if you read that and are devoted to it, you're probs pissed at me for not updating... sorry. I really fucking hate how that story turned out so I don't like writing for it, again, sorry.
Anyways, this story has been on my mind for FOREVERRRRR, but I never posted it and I'm in a Divergent mood due to Allegiant coming soon!
SO, here we are and here's the full summary:
Tobias Eaton has never stepped a toe out of line in all his 17 years of living. He's been a good boy- an honors student, star quarterback, and a popular kid in the running for prom king and a spot at Duke.
Well, that was before his girlfriend cheated on him with his team mate on their two year anniversary, starting a spark that blew into a fire. The night Tobias catches his girlfriend with her skirt down is the night he swears off girls that trouble follows.
But, it's also the night he finally notices Beatrice Prior- a daring, little, blonde girl with a bad reputation and a thirst for thrills. She's the loner he ignored in middle school, but now catches his attention. The girl with a dirty sense of humor, foul mouth, a spot in the marching band, and a loud table at lunch that everyone sneers at but secretly wants to be a part of. After their run-in, a chain of events occur, forcing him to question if he should stick to his rules or take the invitation into Beatrice Prior's exciting life.
Okay, everyone, enjoy:)
-Scorpiius
Paper Planes: Chapter One
"Everything has to be perfect."
His hand shakes slightly as he places his mother's fine China down onto the glossy, wood table and the plate rattles on the surface. He can see the look his friend beside him sends him and he refrains from repeating himself for the millionth time this evening.
Zeke sighs and goes to a glass cabinet to retrieve the polished silverware. "And it will be, man." He assures, his tan hands placing the silverware down beside white cloths. "Everything will be perfect. The planets will align, all the stars will be out, gas prices will go down to a dollar-" He stops and smiles as his friend lands a punch on his shoulder. "But, most importantly, You will get laid tonight."
Tobias mutters something under his breath, something like "Ridiculous" and fidgets with the gold rings around the napkins, wondering if everything he's doing is too much. Linen napkins, precious China, and polished silver? Most teenagers would just go to a house-party for an anniversary, but Tobias Eaton has to be a dork and use all of his dead mother's fancy dinnerware. The scent of the lobsters cooking in the oven make him want to push the heirlooms off the table and just order a pizza for a night of lounging on the couch. Forget the pretentious dinner.
His friend's words snap him back and his hand draws back from a crystal cup on the table, ready to be thrown against the dining room wall.
"She'll love it." Zeke smiles encouragingly at him, forcing a sigh to escape his mouth. "You know she's a sucker for being pampered. Literally." He adds as an afterthought and Tobias lands another, harder punch on his shoulder, the tips of his ears flushing pink.
Tobias's hand quickly reaches into his pocket when he hears the ping of his phone, hoping for word from Nita.
Gonna b late. So sorry love u
He stares at the little kissy face emoji doting the end of the text before Zeke snatches the phone from his grip and glances over the message.
"She's not coming." Tobias mutters, a hand reaching up to run through his dark hair.
"Don't be an idiot." Zeke replies, exasperated, and hands him back his phone. "She's just gonna be late. Probably dolling herself up for you."
The harsh sound of the oven beeping startles both boys, causing them to jump. Zeke follows Tobias into the kitchen and watches him put on a mitt and open the oven door. A surge of heat fills the kitchen. Tobias roughly sets the glass dish of lobster down on the stove top. "You don't know her." He mumbles, continuing the conversation.
"Tobias Eaton, do not start the fucking moping." Zeke snaps at his friend, reminding him of his mother, who wags her finger at him during every lecture and snaps her words like a rubber band. "She'll be here. It's your guys's two-year, why the hell would she not come?"
Tobias just shrugs, still facing away from him. He glances out the window, getting a face full of golden, summer sunshine. He watches the green leaves shake and shimmy in the wind as a warm wind passes and presses into the kitchen through the open window.
"Maybe I should just cancel." Tobias says, mostly talking to himself. "Reschedule for this weekend. I mean, we have our first day tomorrow and it's our senior year, and-"
"Dude, shut the fuck up! She'll fucking be here." Zeke tells him sternly. Then, he reaches out and pulls an apron off the hook and whips it at his friend. "Now, finish your damn lobster, you fucking woman-"
Tobias doesn't reply, not even an eye roll at the sexist remark, because the device in his pocket chimes again and he retrieves it excitedly, anticipating better news from his girlfriend.
Unfortunately, the new text does not make him smile, or sigh with relief. Instead, it makes him furrow his eyebrows in confusion.
Got out of it. B there soon;) Boys locker right?
Music drifts through the open windows of the car as it glides down the street leading towards the school.
Tobias looks out the window in a daze, his thoughts jumbled and the puzzle pieces refusing to fit together. The sky is a glorious swirl of pink and red and purple and warm wind presses against his face. They can hear the marching band's evening practice from blocks away and Tobias suddenly feels bad for the people who live so close to the school.
Zeke mumbles under his breath and reassures him through the silence of the car, but his words just drift out the window, dust in the wind. Tobias wonders if this is just a mistake. Is he just blowing this out of proportion? Though his mind is so mixed up he can't decide if the text message is the mistake or the relationship.
Sophomore year, Tobias thinks randomly.
"I know, buddy." Zeke's sigh is filled with a twinge of sadness and Tobias realizes he said that aloud. "I know."
The feeling in his gut suggests that something is wrong.
The smell of chlorine is profoundly strong as the two boys venture through the maze that is the athletic wing. The biggest in the state due to the many donations made by crazy and rich sports-lovers. Zeke throws concerned glances at him once in awhile when he slows down the pace, almost like the further he gets into the wing causes a weight to bear down on him, dragging him.
The dark blue skirt on the gray floor of the boys' locker room confirms his beliefs and he stops dead in his tracks, looking at the article of clothing. Zeke grabs him around the upper arm and drags him deeper into the room, letting the door swing shut silently.
Then they both hear it: The soft grunts, moans, groans. The noises cause Tobias to turn a mixture of green and red, like a decorated Christmas tree, and Zeke squeezes his arm harshly, without meaning to, as they're confronted with two familiar teenagers groping each other against a wall of lockers. The boy's lips are moving against the girl's tan neck and her hair sticks to her forehead with sweat. Her lips are puckered in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck." Zeke says aloud, his mouth gaping open in shock at the scene. The horny pair against the lockers freeze and then break apart just as quickly as their hands were working moments ago. The girl squeaks and crosses her hands in front of her chest, an expression of absolute terror on her face. Her skin is developing a red flush with embarrassment. The boy smooths his dark, glossy hair back into place and leans back against the lockers. His boxers have ducks on them.
"Dude..." Zeke speaks again and tosses a look at his friend, who is just staring at the pair blankly, looking like a cardboard cut-out.
Tobias holds eye contact with Nita for a long moment, feeling like eternity, and nobody says anything. The locker room is completely silent except for the sound of a sink dripping. He recognizes the baby pink, lace bra she has on. He bought that for her for this past Valentine's day and she modeled it for him. They had sex on his kitchen island after. Finally, Tobias opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again. "Happy anniversary."
And then he walks away and out of the locker room with glazed-movements, leaving Zeke to deal with them.
Tobias can't remember how to get to the parking lot.
He also can't remember why he cooked lobster for tonight, or why there's four heart emojis next to Nita's contact, or why he spent two years in a relationship with her.
And, also, he can't remember how to get to the parking lot.
Tobias drags his feet along the concrete sidewalk circling the school and he tries to step on every crack he sees. The sky is sinking into a deep purple and the lamp posts around the school are already lit.
Never again, he thinks to himself, running a frustrated hand through his hair. Never again will I fucking mess with these types of girls.
The music is still playing and he feels the need to follow it, like bread crumbs in a forest.
And then the music stops and he can hear a voice screaming through a speaker and that makes him confused and then the music starts and he hears the sound of hundreds of footsteps. Soon enough the band is in his view and he watches from the sidelines of the parking lot as they snap their instruments up and play.
He's never understood the point of marching band. Mostly because he's never cared enough to find out. It was full of the school's rejects and even though it's the 21st century, stereotypes are still in place and are holding strong. He'd rather get run over by a clown car than have to converse with the losers who think learning scales is the best thing in the world.
He shakes his head when his eyes cloud over and his body sways with dizziness and he spots Zeke's car from across the lot and his feet work without him, moving towards the cherry red vehicle, trying maneuvering around the marching kids . The band is overbearing and loud, making his head throb and he's about to scream because his head can't take anything else at the moment, thank you very much, and those drums are becoming extraordinarily-
"Oof-" Tobias grunts as his body connects with multiple people and he drops to the hard concrete and the music cuts off all at different times as a voice shouts. He doesn't try to move from his position on the ground and his ass is throbbing from the hard fall. He can feel little pebbles digging into his back and he closes his eyes on the sinking sky.
"What the fuck are you doing?" A feminine voice asks harshly, her tone like a hammer hitting in nails. "Get off the field or he'll fucking keep us here longer."
Tobias opens one eye and looks up at the girl standing over him. "Foul mouth." He slurs and his heads feels like a volcano about to erupt. She digs a sneaker-ed foot into his side and he slowly sits up, pressing a hand to his temple. He's never had a girl talk to him like that. Hell, not even a boy!
"Are you fucking deaf?" The girl asks and people around them titter. Her mouth moves into a smirk, and he figures the laughing boosts her ego.
He studies her. Her face is all angles, with high cheekbones that look like they could cut glass and a thin nose and her eyes are a stormy sky. Pale blonde tendrils are loose from her ponytail, framing her face and sticking to her skin with sweat. She holds onto a clarinet by her thumb and the webbing in between her thumb and first finger.
Tobias hears a voice, like it's screaming through a megaphone, in the background. He doesn't focus on it enough.
"Who are you?" He asks stupidly, earning more snickers, and her smile widens. Stars dance around his vision.
"Your worst fucking nightmare." The girl says. He notices how short she is and how familiar she is. "Now, get the fuck off the field."
A/N: End of chapter one! How exciting, a new story!
How'd ya like it? I love writing wild Beatrice stories, they're my fave.
Anyways, review and tell me what's up! I'd love some feedback! Should I continue?
Love you all, always:)
-Scorpiius