the curse
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
859
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The fall
Gabe\'s POV
\"Gah, only two more minutes.. then you can go home, eat REAL food (not like the mushy cardboard being served for lunch at this hellish domain known as school), and fret away on your guitar.\", I sat staring at the clock, awaiting the moment when I\'d be dismissed. Sometimes breaking my eyes away from the ticking to scan the room. No one really that interesting. A few somewhat cute girls kept on glancing back at me, eyeing me I\'m sure. Fuck them, I know those girls. Perfect hair, perfect body, perfect income. They can rot in hell... those are the girls I\'ll never be involved with again. Then I see an assorment of guys that I \'knew\'. Meaning, perfect hair, perfect, ugh, complextion, sure complextion, anyway, perfect income. Most likely jocks, Yeah, I was friends with them in Medera. Time for some new scenery. I think that new scenery is sitting beside me actually. I noticed her when I came in, it was obvious too that she was eyeing me. Only it seemed different coming from her. What was her name?.. Um, Christina I think. Yeah, she was looking at me like a human being. Not like I\'m fresh meat. As I look over at her every once in awhile she looks up at me from her random scribblings. She stares at me for a few nanoseconds and looks down shyly. Rather cute I must say. Medium length brown hair, sparkling blue eyes... Can\'t really see her body because of these goddamn desks. I can see her shoes, converses, she has potential. Faded, Dark grey nirvana shirt, yup definately has potential. I only realize that the longest two minutes in the world have come to their end when I notice her hurriedly shuffling papers into her bag and run out the door. She trips in the hallway. Some fucking asshole jock rammed into her, must\'ve been trying to get out to his BMW before everyone else.
\"Yeah, on your knees is where you belong sweetheart\", he spat out at her as he walked by.
\"...And rotting on my knife is where you\'ll end up jerk\"
Wow, yes she\'s definately on my favorites list here. I wouldn\'t have expected a startled girl to rebuttle so quickly, she must be used to this shit.
I walk out there as smoothly as possible, as she gets up I lift her arm to assist her.
\"Oh, thanks deary but I guess I\'ll have to learn to walk on my own time\", she hisses.
\"Ouch, see if I had any pride like that asshole I might just have to push you back on your knees and make sure that you worship me like the sassy bitch you are. But, since I have no pride then I guess I\'ll leave you be, sweetheart\", I tease.
\"Sorry, Guess I thought you were someone else.\" She looks embarassed. Excellent
\"That\'s okay, so where do you want to take me to show how sorry you are for wounding my non-existent pride?\"
\"How about a book-store. You obviously are either lost, trying pathetically hard to pick me up, or the doctor prescribed you the wrong medication and you need to learn how to pump your stomach.\"
{Im done for now, I\'ll add more to this chapter later}
\"Gah, only two more minutes.. then you can go home, eat REAL food (not like the mushy cardboard being served for lunch at this hellish domain known as school), and fret away on your guitar.\", I sat staring at the clock, awaiting the moment when I\'d be dismissed. Sometimes breaking my eyes away from the ticking to scan the room. No one really that interesting. A few somewhat cute girls kept on glancing back at me, eyeing me I\'m sure. Fuck them, I know those girls. Perfect hair, perfect body, perfect income. They can rot in hell... those are the girls I\'ll never be involved with again. Then I see an assorment of guys that I \'knew\'. Meaning, perfect hair, perfect, ugh, complextion, sure complextion, anyway, perfect income. Most likely jocks, Yeah, I was friends with them in Medera. Time for some new scenery. I think that new scenery is sitting beside me actually. I noticed her when I came in, it was obvious too that she was eyeing me. Only it seemed different coming from her. What was her name?.. Um, Christina I think. Yeah, she was looking at me like a human being. Not like I\'m fresh meat. As I look over at her every once in awhile she looks up at me from her random scribblings. She stares at me for a few nanoseconds and looks down shyly. Rather cute I must say. Medium length brown hair, sparkling blue eyes... Can\'t really see her body because of these goddamn desks. I can see her shoes, converses, she has potential. Faded, Dark grey nirvana shirt, yup definately has potential. I only realize that the longest two minutes in the world have come to their end when I notice her hurriedly shuffling papers into her bag and run out the door. She trips in the hallway. Some fucking asshole jock rammed into her, must\'ve been trying to get out to his BMW before everyone else.
\"Yeah, on your knees is where you belong sweetheart\", he spat out at her as he walked by.
\"...And rotting on my knife is where you\'ll end up jerk\"
Wow, yes she\'s definately on my favorites list here. I wouldn\'t have expected a startled girl to rebuttle so quickly, she must be used to this shit.
I walk out there as smoothly as possible, as she gets up I lift her arm to assist her.
\"Oh, thanks deary but I guess I\'ll have to learn to walk on my own time\", she hisses.
\"Ouch, see if I had any pride like that asshole I might just have to push you back on your knees and make sure that you worship me like the sassy bitch you are. But, since I have no pride then I guess I\'ll leave you be, sweetheart\", I tease.
\"Sorry, Guess I thought you were someone else.\" She looks embarassed. Excellent
\"That\'s okay, so where do you want to take me to show how sorry you are for wounding my non-existent pride?\"
\"How about a book-store. You obviously are either lost, trying pathetically hard to pick me up, or the doctor prescribed you the wrong medication and you need to learn how to pump your stomach.\"
{Im done for now, I\'ll add more to this chapter later}