Author's Note:
First off... I've been offline a lot lately (not that anyone noticed, lol!) lightning hit the telephone pole by my house and fried my modem in my computer about a month ago... so that's why I've been absent in the updating department, but never fear, all is fixed now... hopefully...
Second off... I've been getting a lot of reviews about people up against me cuz I said in my first Scream fic that I was ashamed of my thing for Matthew Lillard... Let me clarify that that was right after I first fell for him and I was a bit 'fragile' with the whole thing... I love him now... I mean I really REALLY love him! LOL!
So... does everyone like what's going on in the story so far? Let me know okay... cuz I'm afraid its been going a little slow and now its going too fast... or I could just be high... I mean who knows with me?
Please review... my life is nothing without your reviews!!!
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The class bell was ringing, the halls were thundering with the sound of stomping feet and chaotic voices. The boy reached into his locker, trying his best to balance the many pieces of paper and few heavy books he had already gathered in his arms while struggling to retrieve more before class. His shaggy brown hair fell in his eyes slightly as the sleeves of his long jacket draped into the messy locker, suddenly he heard the sound of someone coming up behind him.
"Hello faggot!" came the dreadful sound of an all too familiar voice, echoing into his head like a loud drumbeat from hell.
The boy turned around slowly, boldly facing the large football player that was behind him. The jock forcefully knocked the stack of papers and books out of the boy's hand, letting out a proud laugh as he did so, causing the small group of onlookers behind him to join in on the laughter.
"You got something to say, bitch-boy?" the jock asked cruelly at the sight of the boy's anger, taking another step closer to him, causing the boy to stumble back into his locker, the brunette a few lockers down quickly turned her attention towards the display.
The boy averted his glance to the gray tiled floor beneath them, almost biting his tongue to keep from saying anything, the brunette girl to his left watched him warily as she slowly stacked her books into her locker.
"That's what I thought!" the football player spat back finally, giving up on tormenting the boy as he turned back towards his audience to leave.
"Dick..." the word escaped his lips before he had time to think twice about the consequences.
The jock suddenly looked back in the boy's direction, as if he had misheard him by mistake, but the now frightened look on the boy's face proved otherwise. The jock quickly slammed his fist into the boy's stomach before another word could be said, he shrank to the floor breathless and in pain.
"Travis!" the brunette cried as she ran over to the fallen boy with worry, coming to his aid.
She kneeled down beside him as he cowered on the cold hard floor, doubled over and hugging his abdomen.
"You're an asshole Brian!" the brunette shouted angrily up at the jock, fire in her dark blue eyes as she glared at him with hatred.
"Hey Maggie, your dad still cutting my grass on Friday, or is he too drunk to remember?" the football player answered back smartly, letting out another snort of laughter as he walked away from them proudly.
"Are you okay?" she then asked the boy sadly, lightly pressing her hands against his back for comfort.
"Yeah... I think so..." Travis responded in a muffled voice, trying his best to sit upright and breathe at the same time.
He leaned his head back against the locker behind him as he sat next to her on the hallway floor, not even caring about his first period class anymore.
"You're Maggie, right?" he asked finally, glancing over at her shamefully.
"Yeah..." was all she could manage to say while pushing her long dark auburn hair away from her pale face.
"How do you know my name?" he then questioned curiously, looking back and forth between her face and the other students that passed them.
"We have chemistry together..." she answered shyly, he smiled at her gratefully.
"I hate that fucking asshole!" Travis then spat, his voice seething with rage as he thought back on what had just transpired.
"Yeah, I know what you mean..." Maggie added, playing with the untied shoelaces on his shoes. "I wish somebody would cut his throat!" she then muttered scornfully, Travis immediately looked back in her direction.
"Why wish?" he replied calmly.
"What do you mean?" she was lost.
"If ya want him dead so bad... do it." he implied, she only stared at him blankly.
"Yeah right..." she scoffed with disbelief, he only stared at her seriously, Maggie's smile quickly faded once she realized he wasn't kidding. "Alright..." she concluded finally, accepting his proposal, he smiled back cleverly with a dark look in his brown eyes.
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Maggie awoke suddenly, her breathing labored and her mind racing as she leaned up slowly, glancing around as she struggled to remember where she was. There were no lockers towering over her or noisy peers sending her questioning looks, only the darkness of the small dorm room and the slight movements beneath her as Stu stirred silently in his sleep.
She let out a small sigh of relief as he settled back to sleep, luckily she didn't wake him. She gently rested her head back onto his chest, brushing her lips against his skin as she kissed him softly before pressing her cheek against his abdomen, she closed her eyes and fell back to sleep, hopefully this time without troubled dreams of the past to wake her.
First off... I've been offline a lot lately (not that anyone noticed, lol!) lightning hit the telephone pole by my house and fried my modem in my computer about a month ago... so that's why I've been absent in the updating department, but never fear, all is fixed now... hopefully...
Second off... I've been getting a lot of reviews about people up against me cuz I said in my first Scream fic that I was ashamed of my thing for Matthew Lillard... Let me clarify that that was right after I first fell for him and I was a bit 'fragile' with the whole thing... I love him now... I mean I really REALLY love him! LOL!
So... does everyone like what's going on in the story so far? Let me know okay... cuz I'm afraid its been going a little slow and now its going too fast... or I could just be high... I mean who knows with me?
Please review... my life is nothing without your reviews!!!
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The class bell was ringing, the halls were thundering with the sound of stomping feet and chaotic voices. The boy reached into his locker, trying his best to balance the many pieces of paper and few heavy books he had already gathered in his arms while struggling to retrieve more before class. His shaggy brown hair fell in his eyes slightly as the sleeves of his long jacket draped into the messy locker, suddenly he heard the sound of someone coming up behind him.
"Hello faggot!" came the dreadful sound of an all too familiar voice, echoing into his head like a loud drumbeat from hell.
The boy turned around slowly, boldly facing the large football player that was behind him. The jock forcefully knocked the stack of papers and books out of the boy's hand, letting out a proud laugh as he did so, causing the small group of onlookers behind him to join in on the laughter.
"You got something to say, bitch-boy?" the jock asked cruelly at the sight of the boy's anger, taking another step closer to him, causing the boy to stumble back into his locker, the brunette a few lockers down quickly turned her attention towards the display.
The boy averted his glance to the gray tiled floor beneath them, almost biting his tongue to keep from saying anything, the brunette girl to his left watched him warily as she slowly stacked her books into her locker.
"That's what I thought!" the football player spat back finally, giving up on tormenting the boy as he turned back towards his audience to leave.
"Dick..." the word escaped his lips before he had time to think twice about the consequences.
The jock suddenly looked back in the boy's direction, as if he had misheard him by mistake, but the now frightened look on the boy's face proved otherwise. The jock quickly slammed his fist into the boy's stomach before another word could be said, he shrank to the floor breathless and in pain.
"Travis!" the brunette cried as she ran over to the fallen boy with worry, coming to his aid.
She kneeled down beside him as he cowered on the cold hard floor, doubled over and hugging his abdomen.
"You're an asshole Brian!" the brunette shouted angrily up at the jock, fire in her dark blue eyes as she glared at him with hatred.
"Hey Maggie, your dad still cutting my grass on Friday, or is he too drunk to remember?" the football player answered back smartly, letting out another snort of laughter as he walked away from them proudly.
"Are you okay?" she then asked the boy sadly, lightly pressing her hands against his back for comfort.
"Yeah... I think so..." Travis responded in a muffled voice, trying his best to sit upright and breathe at the same time.
He leaned his head back against the locker behind him as he sat next to her on the hallway floor, not even caring about his first period class anymore.
"You're Maggie, right?" he asked finally, glancing over at her shamefully.
"Yeah..." was all she could manage to say while pushing her long dark auburn hair away from her pale face.
"How do you know my name?" he then questioned curiously, looking back and forth between her face and the other students that passed them.
"We have chemistry together..." she answered shyly, he smiled at her gratefully.
"I hate that fucking asshole!" Travis then spat, his voice seething with rage as he thought back on what had just transpired.
"Yeah, I know what you mean..." Maggie added, playing with the untied shoelaces on his shoes. "I wish somebody would cut his throat!" she then muttered scornfully, Travis immediately looked back in her direction.
"Why wish?" he replied calmly.
"What do you mean?" she was lost.
"If ya want him dead so bad... do it." he implied, she only stared at him blankly.
"Yeah right..." she scoffed with disbelief, he only stared at her seriously, Maggie's smile quickly faded once she realized he wasn't kidding. "Alright..." she concluded finally, accepting his proposal, he smiled back cleverly with a dark look in his brown eyes.
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Maggie awoke suddenly, her breathing labored and her mind racing as she leaned up slowly, glancing around as she struggled to remember where she was. There were no lockers towering over her or noisy peers sending her questioning looks, only the darkness of the small dorm room and the slight movements beneath her as Stu stirred silently in his sleep.
She let out a small sigh of relief as he settled back to sleep, luckily she didn't wake him. She gently rested her head back onto his chest, brushing her lips against his skin as she kissed him softly before pressing her cheek against his abdomen, she closed her eyes and fell back to sleep, hopefully this time without troubled dreams of the past to wake her.