This came out later than expected but I finished this all tonight since I actually DO have people wanting an update. It's longer than the other chapters and might seemed rushed, so I apologize in advance. I didn't even have a plot until about an hour ago. Anyways, please review! I would love as much feedback as possible. Is it good? Is it bad?
Deuce had an addiction, one he never knew he had or thought he would ever develop but somehow it seemed fitting and it felt right. Damn right. See, it all started with casketball...
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Deuce was playing his usual morning game with Clawd, Jackson and Heath (though the later was NOT there by invitation). It had turned into some sort of ritual last semester, leaving for school early to let loose on the court and have some guy talk. Though that guy talk was generally about how hot girls were (Heath) and strategies for the latest game releases (Jackson). Either way, it was nice to have some guy time and talk about things besides fashion.
"UUUGGGHH!" Heath angrily threw the ball to the ground, "WHY do we even bother to invite Clawd to these games when he's the star captain of the casketball team?"
He was completely exhausted from the game that had only started 15 minute ago. All he had managed to do was pass the ball a couple of times. It was near to impossible to score with 6'2 athletic and unusually fit Clawd hounding you down.
"At least HE was invited..." Jackson murmured.
Heath shot Jackson a dirty look before throwing the ball at his face.
"Sorry, I couldn't hear you with all that cock in your mouth!"
Clawd sighed, "Knock it off you two!"
"You two?!" Jackson answered, "I'm not the one being obnoxious!"
"What in the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"Oh look at that, annoying AND stupid!"
Deuce groaned, "What the fuck did Clawd just say?"; usually Deuce had a high tolerance for these kind of things but Heath and Jackson could go on forever, and they did this routine every morning. It was starting to become less "guy time" and more "Heath and Jackson banter time". And he got enough bitching from day-to-day conversation with Cleo.
Jackson frowned but kept his mouth shut. Both he and Heath knew how scary Clawd and Deuce could be when they got pissy.
"Good" Deuce smirked "Now we can get into serious matters... Like if Clawd finally told Draculaura that he wants to do her. "
Clawd flushed, "Of course I haven't! That's not something you just say to a girl!"
"Just be honest, Say something like, eh do you have a mirror in your pocket? Cause I can see myself in your pants!"
Deuce gave Heath a sour look "And you seriously wonder why you're single..."
"Speaking of Heath and his constant romantic failures..." Jackson interjected "We could turn this conversation into how madly in love he is with-"
Heath jumped up and shot daggers at his cousin, "Don't you dare!" he shouted.
"Oh, come off it" Jackson rolled his eyes, "It's so damn obvious that it's-"
"You used to pee the bed till you were 15!" Heath shouted. He knew that the guys were already aware of who it was he had an obsession with but it was something that went unacknowledged. Saying it aloud would just mess up his mojo and luck... So public humiliation of a family member it was because everyone knew that humiliation was the best way to turn around conversations.
Jackson meanwhile, just gaped at the fire elemental, his face red and his hands turning into fists. He wasn't sure if he should test out his luck with physical action and strangle him or just be smart about it and throw his body into a lake. (The loud laughter from Clawd and Deuce did little to help his decision making by the way).
"Duuuuude" Deuce said in between his laughter, "Aren't you like... 16 now?"
"Aw shit man, then you didn't stop pissing yourself till a year ago?" Clawd asked.
"I...I was just...Night tremors... It's complicated... Aren't we in the middle of a game?" Jackson suddenly ran to grab the ball and threw it towards Deuce, hoping that everyone would just stop asking questions. Lucky enough, Deuce was kindhearted enough to divert the attention away from him and to a new game of casketball.
"Okay, Okay" Deuce said dribbling the ball a bit "Let's ease up on the bedwetter and get back to the g-"
And then it came. Some say it was the shrill scream of a banshee, others thought it was the haunting echo of someone getting brutally murdered, but if you were a student in Monster high, you'd know it was the angry shriek of Cleo De Nile.
"DEUCE GORGON!"
Instantly the boys jumped in both surprise and panic. Jackson took cover behind the casketball pole, Heath dove for the floor and tried his best to tighten himself into a ball. Even Clawd took a couple steps back. Deuce was the only one who didn't move but the guys weren't sure if it was because he was used to it or if his fight-or-flight instincts hadn't kicked in.
Within seconds, Cleo had appeared on the court, an angry glare on her face. Deuce took a couple of deep breaths, readying himself for the fury that was to out-pour from the designer clad woman.
He cleared his throat and tried his best with a warm greeting.
"..Uh, Hey babe-"
"What in the hell is WRONG with you!?"
"... I'm doing fine, thanks. And you?"
Cleo ignored his remark. "You tell me that I should never leave you again like I did when I went to Scaris. That we do it together or take short breaks. But I find out from Operetta, that you're going to take a month trip in the Bahama's?! WITH HER?!"
Deuce cringed. Shit. True, he never did tell her about it but it was class field trip, it wasn't just him and Opretta and it was considered a work shop for one of his classes - Oceanology 2 - If students attended they would have the chance to get out of half a semester or get a handful of extra A's in the class; and seeing as how he barely passed the class last year, he thought it'd be best to get what he could. Okay, the idea of ghouls in bikini's was also a plus.
Deuce struggled to find a response. Damn it, Opretta! Why'd you have to tell Cleo, of all people! "Well..." He started "If I never even mentioned it, what makes you think I was going to go? How do you know that I wasn't or didn't already turn down the offer?"
Cleo frowned. He had a point, the trip was optional... And she had no proof that he actually was going... But Opretta wasn't the type to say things without backup (She was just as prideful as Cleo) If she had the balls to come up to her face and brag about how she'd have Deuce to herself, she must have had some sort of notice...
"So if I look up your name on the list, I won't see yours?"
Fuuuuuck. "Well... I mean, I never said no... Just that-"
"You two faced son of a bitch!"
Aww Damnit. He wasn't in the mood to argue with Cleo, especially with an audience. All she was going to do was go on and on. And on. Without so much as listening for a second to what he had to say.
"You piece of shit! Lying with a straight face? Is that what you do now?!"
"You need to calm down, Cleo. Now."
Clawd, who was within ear distance, clenched his jaw; having dated Cleo for about two years, he knew exactly what ticked off the young Queen and right now, Deuce was wandering into dangerous territory... Hell knows no fury like a Women's wrath, and Cleo was one hell of a woman.
"...Excuse me?"
"I said calm the hell down. I'm not going to get into a shout fest with you about this. We can talk later but you need to pull yourself together."
Cleo issued a deadly glare at her boyfriend, "Who in the shit do you think you're talking to?!"
Deuce just crossed his arms. He loved his girlfriend, he did. But no one could deny how annoying she could be. Even her own father thought she was something of a miserable bi-
SMACK!
Cleo had just summoned every ounce of her strength into her left hand and smacked her boyfriend's shades off his face. Hard. Like hella' hard. Like even trained military men on steroids would wince in pain.
Deuce hadn't been prepared for such a hit - or a hit at all! He stumbled till he fell back onto the ground and knocked his head on the concrete floor, writhing at the impact. Cleo, however, took no pity. With a quick mumble of "Pathetic" and "Douche", she simply stormed off in her imported Egyptian heels.
"DEUCE!" Clawd called out, running towards his friend, "Hey man, you okay?"
"HO-LY SHIT dude... Cleo just smacked you into another nationality! Can you understand what I'm saying? Do you still speak English?"
"Heath, you're stupidity isn't helping here at all!" Clawd snapped, "... Oh man... I think he's unconscious.. Jackson! Turn into Holt and blast some music into his ears!"
"What?!"
"I don't know, it might wake him up!"
"But there's no guarantee that Holt will even do what I-"
"I'll MAKE him listen, now do it!"
"You can't rely on a normie to do a monster's job Clawd."
"Will you just shut the hell up Heath!?"
Deuce began to stir and slowly opened his eyes, "Duuuuuuuude... What the fuck?"
"We can ask you the same thing!" Jackson responded, offering Deuce back his shades, "How do you feel?"
Deuce slowly got up and tossed his shades back on, he couldn't feel his face and he was sure that his brain might have shifted positions. "I feel... I feel... Amazing."
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Deuce was a guy with simple taste, simple pleasures and simple thoughts but after that wicked smack he got from his ghoul he found himself thinking about things far from simplistic. Did she smack his senses out of whack or did she smack them in? Deuce wasn't too sure but what he did know, was that he liked being hit.
By the time lunch time had came around, Deuce was still lost in his thoughts. The excitement (and stinging) from it all was still going strong in his bones - It had given him a wake up call, a rush of some sort and for some odd reason... A tingling sensation in his lower regions.
Heath spotted his friend sitting alone from the lunch line, daydreaming and nudged Jackson.
"Hey man... Deuce has been quiet all day. Maybe you should go talk to him."
"Talk to him? I'm pretty sure we know what's bothering him. The hand print is still on his face!"
"Stop being a little wuss Normie, and try to help the guy out."
"But... Why can't you do it?"
"Because I'm not a touchy-feely kind of guy plus this is one of the only times I can get my game on with the ladies. The just love to hear my jokes."
Jackson rolled his eyes "Not even your own reflection likes to hear you talk", he sighed before nodding.
"Fine. I'll do it."
"Good boy!" Holt smiled while slapping Jackson's back. Jackson just scowled and walked away, tray in hand.
Good for nothing slacker, always messing with me and making me do things...
Absentmindely he slammed his tray on the table, startling Deuce out of his daydream.
"You should warn a guy before you go around slamming trays."
"Oh! I'm sorry. Heath just gets more annoying per conversation."
Deuce chuckled. "I know exactly what you mean bro."
"So..." Jackson started, picking at the non organic meal on his tray (Was brains considered organic?) "You okay? You seem out of it..."
"Oh yeah... Just...I've been thinking..."
"Is it... About what happened this morning?"
Deuce nodded. "... And I have come to a conclusion."
Jackson gulped, he hoped his friend wasn't planning to dump the Queen Bee of the school. Lord knows she'd fuck up the lives of every single student and then some. And she wasn't particularly a fan of him... The thought of an angry Cleo turning her wrath upon the lanky nerd was enough to get Jackson shaking. Not even Manny would go up against the Queen of the Nile on her worst day.
Nervously he responded back "W-What is it? I hope it's not breaking up with Cleo"
"Wha-? No! Far from it, what I need... Is to get Cleo to hit me again".
It's been a while hasn't it? Sorry I haven't updated. I just haven't had the attention span, the motivation or the idea (of what to write). BUT I finally got around to a new chapter. I already have half of the next chapter but it's only a filler, nothing major. In fact, I'm not even sure if I'll post it but it all depends I suppose.
The important question is though... Which character should be next? And how many characters should I take on?