Scarlet Harlots (Editing Now)

Chapter 9- Diffidently not a booty call

We are about 1/2 way through the book, so be preparing yourself for the end book readers.

Just kidding, I am editing and am already at chapter 15 or so and have found that it will be a little longer- because the characters developed differently than I had first imagined and I like the way it's going, so I'm going with it.  We're probably at 1/3 of the book with this chapter.

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 Jared

I hated homework, it was a joke, and not worth my time, but I also didn’t want to flunk my senior year.  I had to give some effort, so… I copied Daniel’s math paper, Leo’s English, I did read the history pages and did my own homework in that class, as everyone was appointed their own class to do their homework for, except Daniel, Leo, Harvey, and Jasper had other classes that Kenzi, and I didn't.  After I finished some homework, we practiced in the Red Room, we needed to get 6 songs down and had 4 of them memorized and sounding smooth, but the other two were iffy.  Kenzi’s drumming was perfect as usual.  He was a beast drummer, one of the best I’ve ever seen, but his brother Jasper was not getting some of his bass notes.  My bass notes were okay, but I also needed extra practicing, my vocals were great.  Leo and Harvey’s electric notes were pretty smooth, but Harvey’s vocals were too off key just slightly.  And Daniel… His vocals sounded good for the most part, and his piano was good except on our favorite song. 

The sound was great, but we were better than great, we killed shows, and murdered the single charts more than any mafia killed people.  I knew the band was tired, so I let them go, and I cleaned up, not wanting them to be too stressed about next week’s concert.

Wrapping up, I made sure the door locked behind me and exited the building locking the school up with my special keys to the back entrance.  That’s when I heard a car pull up in the parkinglot.

I heard just a muffled mess, sounding like someone was yelling at themself, and I turned to go to my dorm, and the direction the voice came from as well.  There were two figures, one was wearing tight jeans and a flowy blouse covered by a pea coat, while the other wore a sweatshirt and shorts.  I smiled slightly, knowing where some of those tattoos were and what they were on Chase.  She had numbers on her hip, she also had a black and deep red chevron arrows on the side of her waist.  I didn’t know if she had any more, but I couldn’t help but imagine her tattoos even with her hoodie on.  Her skin, silky smooth and the long chevron tattoo, emphasizing her small waist.  Damn.

Why wasn’t she normal and have visible ones like we did?

Better question, why isn’t Chase normal at all?

“Because! Chase, your living in a word where you never get caught, you think you can do anything and get away with it, that you are excused from the horrors in life, and I have to bring you to reality.”

“No, that’s an excuse for you shoving things that happened in the past back into my face!” Chase yelled out loud in the parking lot.

“I’m not shoving it in your face; you’re just guilty and think that I am.” Jolie said sternly.

“How many times have you brought up the fact that my parents aren’t fitting, or the fact that you think I slept with Justin, how many times will you have to remind me that I mess up? Huh?  It’s not doing any of us good to keep dwelling on the past.”

Who was Justin? And what was going on with Jolie and Chase?  Aren’t they attached at the hip?  I suddenly remember a interview of sorts where Chase had to wear a blind fold while driving a go cart, while Jolie told her how to drive and where to go, Chase, being crazy as all get out was going fast while blind folded and hit so many things, but she laughed, and when Jolie yelled at her, it wasn't like the yell I was hearing now, but a care free, playful laugh.  Different from the real lives they actually had...