The names are not mine, the rest - is.
Pre-Game Tricks
Jasper told me he's getting better at being around them now. At being a functioning person instead of me having to babysit his ass all day. I never found the thirst that restrictively overbearing, though it was ever present in my mind. I made a muzzle for myself in the way of certain medications. Still, even on the days I went without that sort of help, I never really felt the kind of pain he seems to constantly endure. Except now. Except for then, that day. That first day she sat next to me, I couldn't breathe. At first I thought it was simply her, her actual face - she's perfect - perfectly soft, she sits tender and I felt like I couldn't breathe. And when she faced me and said something about the turtles smelling like a boys locker room, I knew. Because I could see something else; a painting, a tattooed deluge, spreading out and along, inundating me, pulling me to the very ground my feet couldn't move from. All across her face and down her arms, were just lines and vines of blood. And I wanted it. I wanted her perfect mouth, her perfect fucking fingers covered in pretty colours and I wanted to taste her. I have to taste her.
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I don't so much like College; I like people. To watch them, to see their faces moving in funny and new ways, and their mouths saying words that don't always mean what they think. Because what is a word? And who made them? I watch all the teams at this school; I watch them practice, and I go to games. Mostly by myself but sometimes, sometimes Nettie and Rose will sit with me too. Surprisingly, Rose wants to be a cheerleader; for reasons she won't say but I think it's because of a boy. We don't talk about boys. Not really. She sometimes tells me about this guy in Cooking class who she always gets paired with but, he's always getting her to teach him stuff and I don't get it. So I watch people. And Nettie watches too. And we do talk about boys. But not to them. Not really.
The girls are my roommates, we live at WV Three. I didn't know them before I came here, and when I got assigned a room at the beginning of the school year, I walked in to find them dancing. Dancing to the Spin Doctors so loud that no words could be exchanged. Rose pulled me in and quickly jumped on the bed before Nettie put her arms around me and promptly began blowing raspberries on my face. They're a bit special, part crazy and they've been my best friends ever since. Rose comes from money, and is quite private about her feelings and well, about her stuff in general. Nettie is like a hippy, pulled straight from the seventies to now. She wears flowers in her hair and purple DM's, she paints and loves both boys and girls.
I haven't really told them about Edward but Nettie, she teases me about him. She sees me watching him, watching him at games, and she won't stop.
He doesn't play sports. I do see him at games though, with other guys and sometimes girls. He just sits on the hood of his car or they all go under the bleachers. I think they're smoking or maybe having sex or doing what freshman in college do. I want to see though. Like, watch. But if I go down there, they might make me have sex too. So I don't. I just wonder. And I try not to look when he's looking. Though I think he's only looking at my knee socks. Everybody looks at them. They're torn but I don't care. Yeah, he's looking at my socks.
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I go to the party after the game because here at WV, there are, what some people would call, cool guys who will be in attendance. Well, they sell me pot and that makes them useful to me. That they also do this for others makes them cool, at least, I think that's how it works in this time, in this town. I tell myself I need the weed. I tell myself I need it so I can be relaxed when I'm around her. Jasper looks like he's getting fucked in the ass whenever he's around humans; or rather he looks like he's getting fucked in the ass and doesn't like it but well, on the contrary. I want the first time I can speak to her without wanting to rip her throat out to be...epic. Yeah, life size. I want it to be so we can't not look at each other when we speak. And she'll give into me. Give it all to me. I can do all the things I've been craving, and I won't be killing her and drinking her blood, messing up the place - her very essence blinding the sight of many.
She wears knee socks sometimes, ripped up knee socks in the bright colours she has adopted. They match her, they were made for her, and they're torn and sexy. I like it a lot. I wonder if maybe she knows I get high. I wonder if maybe she would get high too? I wonder if maybe we could fuck under the bleachers as the cheerleaders cheer and the football team scores their first goal. I wonder if she'll wear those socks tonight.
AN:
I thank The Boy, he pre-reads, making ways with his own set of pens.
Next chapter: Thursday.
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