Positively Negative [Rewrite]

Nov01: A Project with a Queer that could be Fun After All

Chapter 1: Nov01: A Project with a--

POSITIVELY NEGATIVE V.0002 [beta] [REWRITE]

For this thing you've prolly never heard of called NaNoWriMo.

D'accord, alors... C'est un 'rewrite'.

I previously had begun editing the schnozzle outta version 0001, but, as some of you may know, I lost the memory stick (last year in school/sixth form somewhere, I'm pretty sure. So, like, hotdamn to whoever found that shit) and got all angsty and depressed and couldn't write for yonks, as you (followers of my shnazz) likely know... But then NaNo sprang up on me this year and I was all HEY, WHY NOT FINALLY DO A LEGIT REWRITE OF YO PN SHNIT AND THEN YOU MIGHT EVEN HAVE A CHANCE OF WINNING NANO THIS YEAR BECAUSE YOU'VE ALREADY WRITTEN A (crappy) VERSION, AND IT WAS OVER 100,000 WORDS SO WHATS THE PROBLEM and thus this was born. It's all gonna be different and crap so .. Yeah. Daily updates, if I can keep this crop up.

Do note that this chapter is prolly the one that is most similar to the original, and the rest differs greatly. Only the bare bones be the same. So, stick around for the ride?

That's enough of a rantyranty. Sil vous plait, mes amis, do enjoy. (Et bonne nuit.)

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Chapter One; A Project with a Queer that could be Fun After All

JOEY

"Fuck that!"

The class fell silent as Mrs. White's lips practically disappeared into the wrinkles in her face, and her eyes bulged, disbelieving, at my use of language. Admittedly, I was a little taken aback by my outburst too, but, shit, fuck that!

"Joey," she said tightly, "I do not want to hear language like that ever again. Do you hear me?"

Ryan snorted from behind me. "He's looking forward to it." Then he kicked my chair. I twisted around to glare at my best friend, but he only laughed at my attempt and winked at me instead.

"Fuck you-"

"Joey, it really seems as though you'd like to spend your lunchtime with me."

I said nothing. Couldn't be fucked to risk it; I was hungry - could already feel my stomach twisting in anticipation and growling to remind me that it was there and empty as heck. I allowed my head to fall onto my desk.

God, she could not take a break. "Are you listening?" I nodded my head at White, our Citizenship teacher, but had no idea what she said next. Hardly gave a shit. What I'd heard so far was enough to drive me off the edge; building some kind of portfolio or CV structure influenced by personality and interests/school subjects. It was meant to help towards university applications and the wider world of the working class hero. The idea of it was dull enough, and on top of that, I had just been assigned to work with Freddie Fucking Lewis.

I glanced towards him from my slumped position and therefore saw him from an angle. He was a couple of rows in front of me, leaning forward on his desk. The ginger girl beside him, bitch as I knew her to be, was whispering something in his ear and, for some reason, the action seemed incredibly sexual. I almost expected her to to lick the shell of his ear and for them to begin wildly making out, the way she had her arm around the back of his chair, and her chest against his arm. But, of course, that would never have happened. Freddie Lewis was gay. Loved boys and dick. Neither of which the ginger bitch could identify with.

And I was to work with him.

He laughed softly at whatever it is she said as she looked over her shoulder at me, smirking. Any idiot could tell the subject of their little joke. I flipped her off tiredly and closed my eyes. Like I cared. Just wanted to be home.