So... here's the new update! :D Hooray! I'm sorry it's been awhile since the last update. I was writing this and it was going great, but as I got to Grant's part, I didn't know how to respond. I didn't know how he would respond and it took me awhile to think of it since Grant has many sides of himself that can come out. So I chose his natural state:
Condescending and mocking.
Also, not to play favorites or anything, but I'm feeling particularly good about the new guy in this chapter. ;D I won't say his name until you read about him, but lets just say he is very... interesting. Eccentric, but not Bryce eccentric. Bryce is just weird >.>
Anyway, leave a comment (if you would be so kind) and vote if you enjoyed it! Or favorite. Or fan.
You know, those sorts of things.
- Sierra
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“So, how was yesterday?” Chance asked, mischief shining bright in her eyes. I narrowed mine in turn and flipped her the bird. The sound of my charm bracelet mixed with the murmurs of the cafeteria. We had just finished with fourth hour AP American Government and the whole time, Chance had badgered me about what had happened between Sumner and me.
In all honesty, I wouldn’t mind telling Chance. She was, after all, my best friend forever. But it would involve telling her about what really happened at Ren Fair all those years ago and that, I knew, was something she could not handle. Sexual assault wasn’t exactly a hot topic to the weak of heart.
“Did he kiss you?” the brunette pressed on, grinning wickedly. I tore off some crust and popped it into my mouth. Chewing slowly, I contemplated the question. If I was going to be grilled for details, she was going to be scorned. A look of pure rage began to cross Chance’s face at the time it was taking me to answer. I smiled and stuck my tongue out at her, revealing that I had already finished chewing. She glowered in response.
“No, he didn’t kiss me hon.”
“Did you want him to?” the cerulean-eyed teen fired back. I felt a bemused irritation consume my face. The exasperation reared its ugly head and hissed at my best friend.
“No- you know I don’t plan on giving my first kiss to just anyone,” I replied, fighting back the hissing and spitting monster. Chance seemed to notice it anyway because she frowned. I always was her open book, ever since third grade.
“Seaver, what’s wro-“ A screech exploded from my best friend’s full lips. Apple juice dropped down her top, instantaneously soaking through. I blinked in surprise, unsure how to process this.
Where the hell was that from? I didn’t have time to answer my own question when an impudent slap resonated across the tiled floor of the lunch room. A sharp sting began to throb on the back of my head. The room quieted, eyes looking over shoulders to see the commotion around me.
I imitated the crowd and looked over my shoulder, placing a hand to my hair. Rachel McKinley stood above me, her perfect mocha lips twisted into a somehow beautiful scowl. Why do all pretty girls have to have such trolls for personalities?
“Here’s a little warning for you, Proctor,” she cooed, her voice like bitter chocolate. Rachel leaned forward until her eyes were inches from mine. They were onyx pools, swirling and moving obsidian. I felt all my fight leave me at her words.
“Back off Sumner, hear? He isn’t yours to have,” Rachel said, her stare unwavering. I tried to keep my gaze as steady as hers, but it was hard when my eyes wondered in every direction except her face. I probably looked like a chameleon with down syndrome.
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If It Were Me
Teen FictionSeaver Annabel Proctor is sixteen years old and has never been kissed. Or held hands...or even had a boyfriend. She is more than content with this lifestyle, but Seaver's life takes a turn for the worst when Grant Sumner is her partner in her bigges...
