You read chapter one, which had a mil typos and bad grammar. Now, finally,
for chapter 2. All I can do is this though:
*Drops to her knees, eyes wide*
FORGIVE ME! I DIDN'T MEAN TO LEAVE IT LIKE THIS FOR SO LONG! Stuff came up.
Im surprised at how many good reveiws and little to no flames Ive received.
^^
*Murmurs something about high school* Enjoy!
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The ruby red numbers furiously glowed against the black screen of James's console. They read 6:45. At 6:50, an alarm went off. James shot up in the bed like a rocket and yelled. "Abort mission" but realized he wasn't in his room. The brunette grumbled and went to the console to turn off the automatic alarm. He stretched and yawned, blinking many times, looking rather dumbly, she observed. Cindy was sitting in a chair, a blanket wrapped around her lithe form. She looked over the man of choice and bit her lip.
"Jimmy?" she whispered. James jumped and faced her, face pale and stunned.
"Wha-? Y-... you're here. That means... it wasn't a dream?" he asked in awe. Hangovers were a pain to get through. He had to be delusional. If he wasn't then he might have just made the biggest mistake in his life. He looked down and screamed, jumping into the bed, grabbing the pillow and covering his pelvic area. That part of his body was more then ready to face the day. His mind was still trying to catch up.
Cindy stifled a laugh and nodded. "It wasn't a dream. Though I'm sure it feels like it to you." She stood up, the blanket expertly wrapped like an elegant toga. Jimmy tilted his head and admired her beauty. Her hair was loose and in luxurious silk waves. Her emerald eyes sparkled in a glassy way with remnants of slumber. Her body was perfectly curved and he wasn't the least bit shamed of having had her. Until he remembered why...
"Cindy I-" She raised her hand.
"Don't flatter yourself sci-fi boy. I was not a virgin. I did have sex once with Nick" She sighed. "I refuse to go any further about it." She crossed her arms across her chest, her trademark position. James frowned as his jaw clamped together. She nibbled on her lip and looked away. "I understand you had a rough day yesterday so I'd also understand if alcohol and a need to escape reality lead you to... well, what happened." she said, shifting her weight. Guilt poured in Jimmy with realization.
"Cind-"
"Hold up, James, I'm making this easier for you. I have a position in the delicate cloth that is High School Society and that's on Nick's right arm." She frowned as she spoke, disgusting herself with her own excuse. She was afraid, plain and simple. This couldn't happen with the boy across the street.
Even if by his performance earlier that morning meant he was no longer a boy. And what if it escalated even more? At least what she had with Nick wasn't a delusion; it was a mutual relationship of basic facts, nothing last forever and emotions as well as hormones complicate things. No strings attached. That was the deal. High School was only four years, two in her standing position. The one time with Nick meant as little as math to her. "Once I leave this lab, this never happened." she murmured. She looked down, her crossed arms tightening around her, bracing her for the acceptance. Even more if he didn't accept it.
What came was worse. A deafening silence consumed them. They were, literally, at a stand still. She looked at him, dumb founded. He stared at her. The hands clamping at the pillow for coverage was now clinging for dear sanity. He had gone sickeningly pale and was shaking. Cindy felt her breathing get shallow and tears blurred her vision. "JAMES!" she shrieked and he jumped. "Speak to me!" she pleaded softer. He frowned and stared at her.
"No." he sputtered. He shook his head. "No. Last night in my eyes wasn't a mistake. I did the one thing I never knew I always wanted to do. I thought I finally made you love me, Cindy... for all that I was. The same as I love you. But... but I was wrong. I should have known better but I didn't." he got up and grabbed his boxers. "Now, now you can leave," he said with an oddly deep shaking voice.
Cindy stared at him, tears falling. He went to the console and opened a file on cancer and the different types there were. She watched the young genius seated before the diluted chance of saving his mother. She swallowed and numbly changed into her clothes, temporarily distracted at how scattered they were. She faced him and sighed when she was completely clothed. She touched his shoulder with shaky manicured fingers and said the only words that could leave her mouth. "I'm sorry." With that she walked out of the lab, leaving him alone.
Both had to prepare for school and fix up a mask of composure and normality. Even if inside they were tearing themselves apart.
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Cindy Vortex, the deliciously gorgeous princess of Retroville. With her sultry body and seductive ways she had gained the envy of freshmen and seniors alike. She stalked the halls in white strapy heels with elegance. Her posture as if she owned the halls. Her emerald eyes usually holding a glint of mischief and a twinkle of a temptress. A white hair clip clamped the right side of her perfectly pale blonde hair up. Her hair straightened, it fell lusciously to her cleavage and rested on it. She wore a white tube top with a skintight white jacket over it. Her black hip hugging pants were leather and took away the angelic glamour she had.
The immaculate look spared by the inky black pants. James was enwrapped with how beautiful she looked. And he was heart broken at how aloof and carefree she seemed, her exquisitely make upped faced denying all chances of regret and resentfulness. James wore a flannel shirt, his hair cut from the dopey whip cream hair do he had as a kid and now spiked. His jeans were worn and rugged. Nick began his entrance and James sulked, slamming his head against his closed locker and groaning painfully.
Sheen looked at him in confusion. Sheen had capabilities of being as cool and sleek as Nick with his bronze complexion and silky black hair. But his dressed-down appearance and carefree attitude didn't seem as attracting as Nick's I-own-the-world complex. He and Libby had a quick affair the previous month but she insisted on seeing new people and Sheen didn't argue. He figured she had better guys to seduce with her beautifully relaxed red highlighted black hair and full lips. Her body was nothing to complain about. He knew he wouldn't have her long. But hope was blind. "Yo, Jay, what's wrong?"
"My world as I know it has met Armageddon, my friend." He drawled depressingly as a reply. Sheen raised his brows. In pure concern of his only friend he questioned him.
"What happened Jimmy?"
"My mother has cancer, I will die a lonely death, my sister will be left to face the world with an idiot drunken father..." he replied with a sigh and leaned his back against the locker. Now the two ideal people of Retro High stood side by side. Nick's arms were possessively around Cindy's bared waist. James shook his head. "Sheen, I'm a genius. I should be able to cure anything."
"I thought Biology wasn't your major, Jim. I thought you were more into chemistry and physics and stuff like that." Sheen offered softly. Soon a dark chocolate colored Libby approached Jimmy and sympathetically held his shoulder.
"You all right Jim?" she asked with her thick concerned voice. Libby might have been Cindy's best friend but caste never separated her during times of extreme joy or sorrow for one of her elementary buds. She wore a black skirt and a purple blouse.
"I will be, Lib." he offered with a half smile. She hugged him and waved sheepishly at Sheen as she returned to the group with Cindy and Nick. As Jimmy made his way to the library for lunch, he caught Cindy looking over at him with a tormented look in her face. He looked away, knowing he looked pathetic enough as it was. Just like high School to make a complicated situation more unbearable then it usually was.
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Cindy faked a smile at Nick and pushed away. "I left something in the lunch room. I'll be back." she walked away and half-walked toward the Library. She stepped in as silently as she could and slowly entered. She saw how pained Jimmy looked. She felt utterly tormented and selfish. She didn't know what she was going to say or do. All she knew was that she was grateful not many people came to the useless library of Retro high.
She found Jimmy hidden of in the resource section, in a corner, a book on his lap and a notebook on the chair beside him. His right hand was scribbling aimlessly as he read. Cindy took in a deep breath and twisted her left hand in her right. She cleared her throat. Jimmy's head shot up and his deep sapphire blue eyes stared at her. Then his brows lowered and met over his nose and his jaw closed, his lips forming a pale firm line. His eyes went from surprised to annoyed and shielded. The metamorphosis awed Cindy but she wasn't shaken. "Jim?' she whispered. He raised an eyebrow; so to say 'What do you want?' In a gesture of disinterest.
Cindy took a deep breath and stepped closer then crouched before him. "Jimmy" she began but he cut her of.
"Vortex, I honestly see no logical reason for your presence. Unlike you, I don't live in a perfect world where being popular is enough to give me happiness. I have to work for mine which includes a healthy mother." he whispered venomously as his eyes returned to his text. Cindy winced and knew she deserved that. None of it was a lie. "And if guilt and/or pity is the only reason you can decipher then go now. I don't need it from you."
She realized her hand shook and she looked down. "James, I'm not here out of pity or guilt. I'm here as a friend. I don't want to see you in pain." she looked at him. "We used to be friends, remember? Always there when it counted. Tell me you remember those days." She said softly.
" I remember." he replied coldly but not loud enough to be reprimanded. She placed her hand on his knee. He stood up abruptly, startling both him and the librarian who heard the thump of his heavy text fall, and the one caused by Cindy falling back. "I also remember what you are." he said sourly, his fist clenched around the pencil that snapped in his hand. She watched him from the floor, her mouth a gape, and her eyes tearing with shock and anger as well as humiliation. He released his fist and extended a hand to her, his face reluctant but eyes apologetic. She reached timidly for it and he lifted her. He led her to the far end and more secluded section of the library, hidden mostly by the bookshelves parallel to the wall rather then perpendicular. He pulled her behind a shelf and looked at her.
"Why are you here, Cindy?" he pleaded. She looked at him and the closure only forced her to remember what she swore didn't happened. She bit her glossed lip.
"I'm worried about you," she whispered. "That's all." She looked down. A warm hand held her cheek and ran through her hair. She looked up at Jimmy who was looking at her hair as his hand found the clip and removed it. He placed it in the palm of her hand. She caught her breath. His hand held hers, closed over the clip. The other was stroking her other cheek.
"Cindy, please don't play games with me." He whispered. She clamped her jaw. "What's going on between us?" he asked. He had pinned her. Emotionally as well as physically. She felt defeated and oddly manipulated.
"N- nothing," she stammered. He pressed closer to her, their chests brushing against each other when deep breaths were taken. She nearly whimpered. He wasn't taking that as an answer. "James I told you, nothing can happen." she pleaded in a soft barely audible moan.
"But something did, Cindy, and as much as you'd wish it didn't happen, you know as well as I do that it wasn't 'nothing'." She felt herself repressing to her child hood. Jealous and angry with Jimmy, always right, always prominent... and in many senses even dominant. That he was now. Dominant and he used it to his advantage. He wanted answers and wouldn't leave her until they were his. Cindy felt the heat of his hands on hers.
"It was a fling." she offered. "An uncontrolled hormone-driven fling!" she said a little loudly. Jimmy looked at her with a deadly glare. She shuddered and suddenly was chilled by the icy blue of his eyes.
"Cindy." He breathed it. Her own name brushed across her cheek, leaving in its departure a tingling sensation.
She gave in and leaned into him, her lips to his ears. "A terribly powerful desire I gave in to after too many years of fantasy." Her hands ran up his arms and clamped on the back of his neck. "An admittance of something I've struggled for years to deny." His lips were painfully close to her neck as he whispered a reply.
"And what did you admit Cindy... what desire was that?"
"That I am yours." she whispered, defeated. His lips pressed against her neck and she bit down into her lip. The kiss traced up her neck to her jaw. She pulled back just enough so that their lips could meet and they kissed. He held one arm around her more so protectively then possessively. The other cupped delicately upon the back of her head. The kiss was sweet and delicate and she savored it. He pulled back from her and heaved, both trying to feed oxygen starved lungs, taken aghast at what had occurred. Now even more confusion and questions set in. How could they face the rest of the day like this?
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Nee-ner nee-ner neeeee-ner! What do you think? I hope I wrote it well. I know its more then beyond mature compared to the series but my mind drifts to places like these. ^^ Don't be afraid to send me ideas. Usually I don't update for dreaded writer's block. I'll try my best to be more consistent.
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The ruby red numbers furiously glowed against the black screen of James's console. They read 6:45. At 6:50, an alarm went off. James shot up in the bed like a rocket and yelled. "Abort mission" but realized he wasn't in his room. The brunette grumbled and went to the console to turn off the automatic alarm. He stretched and yawned, blinking many times, looking rather dumbly, she observed. Cindy was sitting in a chair, a blanket wrapped around her lithe form. She looked over the man of choice and bit her lip.
"Jimmy?" she whispered. James jumped and faced her, face pale and stunned.
"Wha-? Y-... you're here. That means... it wasn't a dream?" he asked in awe. Hangovers were a pain to get through. He had to be delusional. If he wasn't then he might have just made the biggest mistake in his life. He looked down and screamed, jumping into the bed, grabbing the pillow and covering his pelvic area. That part of his body was more then ready to face the day. His mind was still trying to catch up.
Cindy stifled a laugh and nodded. "It wasn't a dream. Though I'm sure it feels like it to you." She stood up, the blanket expertly wrapped like an elegant toga. Jimmy tilted his head and admired her beauty. Her hair was loose and in luxurious silk waves. Her emerald eyes sparkled in a glassy way with remnants of slumber. Her body was perfectly curved and he wasn't the least bit shamed of having had her. Until he remembered why...
"Cindy I-" She raised her hand.
"Don't flatter yourself sci-fi boy. I was not a virgin. I did have sex once with Nick" She sighed. "I refuse to go any further about it." She crossed her arms across her chest, her trademark position. James frowned as his jaw clamped together. She nibbled on her lip and looked away. "I understand you had a rough day yesterday so I'd also understand if alcohol and a need to escape reality lead you to... well, what happened." she said, shifting her weight. Guilt poured in Jimmy with realization.
"Cind-"
"Hold up, James, I'm making this easier for you. I have a position in the delicate cloth that is High School Society and that's on Nick's right arm." She frowned as she spoke, disgusting herself with her own excuse. She was afraid, plain and simple. This couldn't happen with the boy across the street.
Even if by his performance earlier that morning meant he was no longer a boy. And what if it escalated even more? At least what she had with Nick wasn't a delusion; it was a mutual relationship of basic facts, nothing last forever and emotions as well as hormones complicate things. No strings attached. That was the deal. High School was only four years, two in her standing position. The one time with Nick meant as little as math to her. "Once I leave this lab, this never happened." she murmured. She looked down, her crossed arms tightening around her, bracing her for the acceptance. Even more if he didn't accept it.
What came was worse. A deafening silence consumed them. They were, literally, at a stand still. She looked at him, dumb founded. He stared at her. The hands clamping at the pillow for coverage was now clinging for dear sanity. He had gone sickeningly pale and was shaking. Cindy felt her breathing get shallow and tears blurred her vision. "JAMES!" she shrieked and he jumped. "Speak to me!" she pleaded softer. He frowned and stared at her.
"No." he sputtered. He shook his head. "No. Last night in my eyes wasn't a mistake. I did the one thing I never knew I always wanted to do. I thought I finally made you love me, Cindy... for all that I was. The same as I love you. But... but I was wrong. I should have known better but I didn't." he got up and grabbed his boxers. "Now, now you can leave," he said with an oddly deep shaking voice.
Cindy stared at him, tears falling. He went to the console and opened a file on cancer and the different types there were. She watched the young genius seated before the diluted chance of saving his mother. She swallowed and numbly changed into her clothes, temporarily distracted at how scattered they were. She faced him and sighed when she was completely clothed. She touched his shoulder with shaky manicured fingers and said the only words that could leave her mouth. "I'm sorry." With that she walked out of the lab, leaving him alone.
Both had to prepare for school and fix up a mask of composure and normality. Even if inside they were tearing themselves apart.
- - -
Cindy Vortex, the deliciously gorgeous princess of Retroville. With her sultry body and seductive ways she had gained the envy of freshmen and seniors alike. She stalked the halls in white strapy heels with elegance. Her posture as if she owned the halls. Her emerald eyes usually holding a glint of mischief and a twinkle of a temptress. A white hair clip clamped the right side of her perfectly pale blonde hair up. Her hair straightened, it fell lusciously to her cleavage and rested on it. She wore a white tube top with a skintight white jacket over it. Her black hip hugging pants were leather and took away the angelic glamour she had.
The immaculate look spared by the inky black pants. James was enwrapped with how beautiful she looked. And he was heart broken at how aloof and carefree she seemed, her exquisitely make upped faced denying all chances of regret and resentfulness. James wore a flannel shirt, his hair cut from the dopey whip cream hair do he had as a kid and now spiked. His jeans were worn and rugged. Nick began his entrance and James sulked, slamming his head against his closed locker and groaning painfully.
Sheen looked at him in confusion. Sheen had capabilities of being as cool and sleek as Nick with his bronze complexion and silky black hair. But his dressed-down appearance and carefree attitude didn't seem as attracting as Nick's I-own-the-world complex. He and Libby had a quick affair the previous month but she insisted on seeing new people and Sheen didn't argue. He figured she had better guys to seduce with her beautifully relaxed red highlighted black hair and full lips. Her body was nothing to complain about. He knew he wouldn't have her long. But hope was blind. "Yo, Jay, what's wrong?"
"My world as I know it has met Armageddon, my friend." He drawled depressingly as a reply. Sheen raised his brows. In pure concern of his only friend he questioned him.
"What happened Jimmy?"
"My mother has cancer, I will die a lonely death, my sister will be left to face the world with an idiot drunken father..." he replied with a sigh and leaned his back against the locker. Now the two ideal people of Retro High stood side by side. Nick's arms were possessively around Cindy's bared waist. James shook his head. "Sheen, I'm a genius. I should be able to cure anything."
"I thought Biology wasn't your major, Jim. I thought you were more into chemistry and physics and stuff like that." Sheen offered softly. Soon a dark chocolate colored Libby approached Jimmy and sympathetically held his shoulder.
"You all right Jim?" she asked with her thick concerned voice. Libby might have been Cindy's best friend but caste never separated her during times of extreme joy or sorrow for one of her elementary buds. She wore a black skirt and a purple blouse.
"I will be, Lib." he offered with a half smile. She hugged him and waved sheepishly at Sheen as she returned to the group with Cindy and Nick. As Jimmy made his way to the library for lunch, he caught Cindy looking over at him with a tormented look in her face. He looked away, knowing he looked pathetic enough as it was. Just like high School to make a complicated situation more unbearable then it usually was.
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Cindy faked a smile at Nick and pushed away. "I left something in the lunch room. I'll be back." she walked away and half-walked toward the Library. She stepped in as silently as she could and slowly entered. She saw how pained Jimmy looked. She felt utterly tormented and selfish. She didn't know what she was going to say or do. All she knew was that she was grateful not many people came to the useless library of Retro high.
She found Jimmy hidden of in the resource section, in a corner, a book on his lap and a notebook on the chair beside him. His right hand was scribbling aimlessly as he read. Cindy took in a deep breath and twisted her left hand in her right. She cleared her throat. Jimmy's head shot up and his deep sapphire blue eyes stared at her. Then his brows lowered and met over his nose and his jaw closed, his lips forming a pale firm line. His eyes went from surprised to annoyed and shielded. The metamorphosis awed Cindy but she wasn't shaken. "Jim?' she whispered. He raised an eyebrow; so to say 'What do you want?' In a gesture of disinterest.
Cindy took a deep breath and stepped closer then crouched before him. "Jimmy" she began but he cut her of.
"Vortex, I honestly see no logical reason for your presence. Unlike you, I don't live in a perfect world where being popular is enough to give me happiness. I have to work for mine which includes a healthy mother." he whispered venomously as his eyes returned to his text. Cindy winced and knew she deserved that. None of it was a lie. "And if guilt and/or pity is the only reason you can decipher then go now. I don't need it from you."
She realized her hand shook and she looked down. "James, I'm not here out of pity or guilt. I'm here as a friend. I don't want to see you in pain." she looked at him. "We used to be friends, remember? Always there when it counted. Tell me you remember those days." She said softly.
" I remember." he replied coldly but not loud enough to be reprimanded. She placed her hand on his knee. He stood up abruptly, startling both him and the librarian who heard the thump of his heavy text fall, and the one caused by Cindy falling back. "I also remember what you are." he said sourly, his fist clenched around the pencil that snapped in his hand. She watched him from the floor, her mouth a gape, and her eyes tearing with shock and anger as well as humiliation. He released his fist and extended a hand to her, his face reluctant but eyes apologetic. She reached timidly for it and he lifted her. He led her to the far end and more secluded section of the library, hidden mostly by the bookshelves parallel to the wall rather then perpendicular. He pulled her behind a shelf and looked at her.
"Why are you here, Cindy?" he pleaded. She looked at him and the closure only forced her to remember what she swore didn't happened. She bit her glossed lip.
"I'm worried about you," she whispered. "That's all." She looked down. A warm hand held her cheek and ran through her hair. She looked up at Jimmy who was looking at her hair as his hand found the clip and removed it. He placed it in the palm of her hand. She caught her breath. His hand held hers, closed over the clip. The other was stroking her other cheek.
"Cindy, please don't play games with me." He whispered. She clamped her jaw. "What's going on between us?" he asked. He had pinned her. Emotionally as well as physically. She felt defeated and oddly manipulated.
"N- nothing," she stammered. He pressed closer to her, their chests brushing against each other when deep breaths were taken. She nearly whimpered. He wasn't taking that as an answer. "James I told you, nothing can happen." she pleaded in a soft barely audible moan.
"But something did, Cindy, and as much as you'd wish it didn't happen, you know as well as I do that it wasn't 'nothing'." She felt herself repressing to her child hood. Jealous and angry with Jimmy, always right, always prominent... and in many senses even dominant. That he was now. Dominant and he used it to his advantage. He wanted answers and wouldn't leave her until they were his. Cindy felt the heat of his hands on hers.
"It was a fling." she offered. "An uncontrolled hormone-driven fling!" she said a little loudly. Jimmy looked at her with a deadly glare. She shuddered and suddenly was chilled by the icy blue of his eyes.
"Cindy." He breathed it. Her own name brushed across her cheek, leaving in its departure a tingling sensation.
She gave in and leaned into him, her lips to his ears. "A terribly powerful desire I gave in to after too many years of fantasy." Her hands ran up his arms and clamped on the back of his neck. "An admittance of something I've struggled for years to deny." His lips were painfully close to her neck as he whispered a reply.
"And what did you admit Cindy... what desire was that?"
"That I am yours." she whispered, defeated. His lips pressed against her neck and she bit down into her lip. The kiss traced up her neck to her jaw. She pulled back just enough so that their lips could meet and they kissed. He held one arm around her more so protectively then possessively. The other cupped delicately upon the back of her head. The kiss was sweet and delicate and she savored it. He pulled back from her and heaved, both trying to feed oxygen starved lungs, taken aghast at what had occurred. Now even more confusion and questions set in. How could they face the rest of the day like this?
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Nee-ner nee-ner neeeee-ner! What do you think? I hope I wrote it well. I know its more then beyond mature compared to the series but my mind drifts to places like these. ^^ Don't be afraid to send me ideas. Usually I don't update for dreaded writer's block. I'll try my best to be more consistent.