Okay… originally I wasn't going to continue this, but then several people said I should and my muse gave me some ideas and yeah… *sigh* I don't know if this chap is any good. I wrote it through writer's block, so I want honest opinions. And some constructive criticism. Onwards!
Nothing Loved
Chapter One
"Hey! Bandana boy!" I turn slowly to see Riley standing there with two of his goons.
"My name is Portman, asshole. Having your goons to protect you doesn't change my birth certificate." I turn back around and start walking towards the dorms. Suddenly Riley is standing in front of me. I can sense his goons on either side and slightly behind me, waiting to jump me at the slightest twitch of His Majesty's eyebrows.
I raise my own eyebrow at him and curl my lip into a silent snarl, taking a small amount of pleasure in the fear that flickers across his face, remaining in his eyes. "You're wasting my time Riley. What the hell do you want?"
His eyes narrow and he grabs the front of my shirt, sticking his face close to mine. This kid really amuses me. "Stay away from Jessica Bates." I furrow my brow pretending not to recognize the name.
"You mean that new chick on the cheerleading squad?"
"Don't fucking play innocent." Riley's breath stinks and his teeth are yellowish. I stare in fascination as spittle forms on his lips and chin. I wonder why his mouth is still moving and realize he's still talking. "I saw you talking to her just 5 minutes ago in the hall. Stay the hell away from her." He steps back, letting my shirt go.
"Worried Riley?" He glares and shakes his head. Too quickly. I grin at him and walk away whistling and wondering what he would have tried to do if he knew I have a date with her tomorrow night.
"Yo, Portman!" This time it's Goldberg. I nod to him and keep walking, slowing a bit to let him fall in step.
"What's up Goldie?"
"Just thought I'd let you know we're meeting in mine and Kenny's dorm tonight to plan what to do to Varsity." I nod again and he drops back, calling across the quad to Dwayne.
By the time I get to the room I share with Fulton, I've put together a couple of ideas for our prank. It's got to be good, considering the last prank Varsity played on us consisted of stealing our clothes and hockey gear from the locker room and making us walk across campus in those damn postage stamps Eden Hall calls towels.
Short, yes. Good, maybe. Review please. Flames, constructive criticism, praise, doesn't matter.