If Like Repels Like, Do Opposites Attract?
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Adult +
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10
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13,400
Reviews:
132
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Chapter 3
Yay!!! I’m glad that people are liking the story! I love reading your guys’ reviews they crack me up. It makes me happy to know that people connect with the characters and enjoy the plotline.
As my personal rule, I don’t E-mail out updates (for multiple reasons), but I have an account at fictionpress.com under the same authoress name and same stories so if you register they have author alert where you can be E-mailed when updated. Sorry not to be more personal about it.
If Like Repels Like, Do Opposites Attract?: Chapter 3
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Sam was having a better day. It seemed like people had decided to leave him alone. He wondered if Chad, Todd, and Alyssa had something to do with that. The football players still glared at him and called him names, but there was no more shoving or physical violence.
He saw his three new friends sporadically throughout the morning until the study hall that they shared.
Alyssa approached him happily, “Sam! Sit with us.”
He slid into a seat next to her, Chad was seated behind him and Todd was behind Alyssa.
“How’s it going?” Sam asked them.
“Same old thing ya know. Your face is looking prettier today Sammy,” Todd answered.
Sam rolled his eyes. “I know, I’m like totally gorgeous.”
Alyssa giggled. “Too true. Even without eyeliner, I think you’re the beauty in this group.”
Sam’s eye was still bruised and sensitive, so he had temporarily given up on using his eyeliner.
Chad’s knee nudged his leg. “Are you feeling better?” He asked.
“Yeah, not as sore. It’s pretty much just scrapes and bruises. You saved me from it being worse.”
“I wish I’d gotten there sooner,” Chad’s voice was soft and slightly angry. Sam was surprised to hear him sound like that.
“He’s been beating himself up for the past two days about how he could’ve been there a few minutes sooner,” Todd added an explanation to Chad’s anger.
Sam turned around in his seat to face the other boy. “Chad, you helped me, that was enough.”
Chad wasn’t meeting his gaze and it reminded him of what Alyssa said about him being sensitive.
“Hey,” Sam leaned closer and touched Chad’s forearm gently. Chad glanced up at him. His face still looked upset. “Don’t beat yourself up about it.” Unconsciously, Sam’s thumb was circling patterns on Chad’s skin.
“Awww gotta love this chick-flick moment,” Todd broke the serious mood and caused Sam to jerk his hand away from Chad’s arm.
“Why’d you have to interrupt them? They looked cute,” Alyssa complained.
“Well you know,” Todd pointed to himself. “Douche. Self-admitted.”
“Admitting it’s always the first step. Coming to terms with your douche-ness,” Sam teased.
They chuckled and joked the rest of the period.
xxxxxx
After school, Sam went to the art room to work on some projects. He figured he’d have a little time before the basketball practice was over and he could meet Chad afterwards.
Ms. Rosenburg was there straightening up the classroom.
“Hey Sam, how are you?” She asked softly. She looked concerned. He had spoken to her about what had happened earlier in the day to explain the absence of his piece.
“I’m good. I just thought I’d get some catch-up time in. We’re starting a new unit next week right?”
She smiled. “I was thinking we could take a break from paints and do some portrait drawing. I was hoping to get a model for class, but so far I haven’t had any takers.”
“I hope you find someone,” Sam told her before they both turned back to their tasks.
Sam was focused on his painting when he felt a hand on his shoulder and nearly jumped out of his seat. He turned to see Chad standing there.
“Hey, sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Chad grinned sheepishly, then gestured to his landscape painting. “That’s really beautiful. It looks so peaceful and still.”
“Thank you,” Sam accepted the compliment. “Is it that late already?”
“We got out of practice early. Coach wants us rested up for the game.”
Ms. Rosenburg took notice of them. “Hello, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in this room before. I’m Ms. Rosenburg.” She held out her hand.
“Nice to meet you ma’am. I’m Chad,” He shook her hand, taking in her eccentric appearance.
Ms. Rosenburg was one of the coolest and wackiest teachers at the school. She had to be close to fifty years old, with curly grey hair she kept long. She wore flowing clothing and sandals and always many clinking bangle bracelets. She was extremely liberal and revealed those views in class. She was basically Sam’s idol. He wished he were that comfortable to be himself.
“You have very strong features. Has anyone told you that young man?”
Chad grinned a little. “I can’t say that anyone has ma’am.”
“And you’re so tall, you must be over 6 feet tall.”
“6’4” to be exact.” He was blushing a little now at the close scrutiny.
“Do you have 3rd period free?” She asked.
“Yeah I have a study hall. Why?”
“Would you be interested in modeling for one of my classes?”
Chad’s eyes widened. “Me? Model?”
“Yes.”
“I’m no model. You should get someone pretty, like Sammy,” Chad protested.
Sam’s mouth dropped open at the compliment.
“Sam’s in the class. And besides, I think you would be an excellent choice in model. Don’t you think so too Sam?” Ms. Rosenburg insisted.
“Ummm…yeah he’d be great,” Sam was still stunned that Chad had called him pretty. Seriously. To a teacher. Without a joke attached.
“You’d want to draw me?” Chad turned to him.
“Sure.”
Chad seemed to contemplate this for a moment before asking, “It’s not nude is it?”
Ms. Rosenburg laughed. “This is a high school.” She looked thoughtful, “Would you be okay with being topless?”
“I guess I’ll do it,” Chad agreed.
“Fabulous! That’s such good news! Thank you!” Ms. Rosenburg was very excited.
Chad looked bashful but agreed on a day to start the modeling while Sam packed up his supplies and straightened up the area he was working at.
“So, did you want to head out?” Sam asked.
Chad nodded and they went down to the truck.
“Thanks for giving me a ride,” Sam told him.
Chad glanced at him. “No problem.”
“Did you want to stay for dinner?” Sam offered.
“I…I would, but I can’t tonight,” Chad replied.
“Oh.”
For some reason, Sam felt extremely saddened by that response. It must have shown on his face, because Chad stopped him before he got out of the truck.
“What about Friday after the game? Did you want to get pizza?” Chad paused, “Wait you’re probably not going to the game right? Maybe…”
Sam cut Chad‘s uncharacteristic babbling. “Actually I’ll be there Friday.”
“You will?” Chad looked surprised and a small grin appeared on his face.
“Yeah. I thought my dad would want to do something manly with me. He likes basketball so I figured it would be a good time to bond.”
“Oh.“ Chad’s smile faded a little at that answer and it looked as if he were struggling to keep his lips upturned.
“And to see you play,” Sam added quickly.
Chad didn’t seem cheered up as they said their goodbyes and it left Sam regretting what he said.
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Short chapter. This story isn’t really going where I wanted it. I’ll continue it, but I was aiming for a more adversarial love/hate relationship, but I pretty much got sucked into fuzziness. I plan on writing a more love/hate story about a football player and a male cheerleader…I’m thinking of calling it: I’m not cheering for you…would anyone be interested in reading it?
As my personal rule, I don’t E-mail out updates (for multiple reasons), but I have an account at fictionpress.com under the same authoress name and same stories so if you register they have author alert where you can be E-mailed when updated. Sorry not to be more personal about it.
If Like Repels Like, Do Opposites Attract?: Chapter 3
xxxxxx
Sam was having a better day. It seemed like people had decided to leave him alone. He wondered if Chad, Todd, and Alyssa had something to do with that. The football players still glared at him and called him names, but there was no more shoving or physical violence.
He saw his three new friends sporadically throughout the morning until the study hall that they shared.
Alyssa approached him happily, “Sam! Sit with us.”
He slid into a seat next to her, Chad was seated behind him and Todd was behind Alyssa.
“How’s it going?” Sam asked them.
“Same old thing ya know. Your face is looking prettier today Sammy,” Todd answered.
Sam rolled his eyes. “I know, I’m like totally gorgeous.”
Alyssa giggled. “Too true. Even without eyeliner, I think you’re the beauty in this group.”
Sam’s eye was still bruised and sensitive, so he had temporarily given up on using his eyeliner.
Chad’s knee nudged his leg. “Are you feeling better?” He asked.
“Yeah, not as sore. It’s pretty much just scrapes and bruises. You saved me from it being worse.”
“I wish I’d gotten there sooner,” Chad’s voice was soft and slightly angry. Sam was surprised to hear him sound like that.
“He’s been beating himself up for the past two days about how he could’ve been there a few minutes sooner,” Todd added an explanation to Chad’s anger.
Sam turned around in his seat to face the other boy. “Chad, you helped me, that was enough.”
Chad wasn’t meeting his gaze and it reminded him of what Alyssa said about him being sensitive.
“Hey,” Sam leaned closer and touched Chad’s forearm gently. Chad glanced up at him. His face still looked upset. “Don’t beat yourself up about it.” Unconsciously, Sam’s thumb was circling patterns on Chad’s skin.
“Awww gotta love this chick-flick moment,” Todd broke the serious mood and caused Sam to jerk his hand away from Chad’s arm.
“Why’d you have to interrupt them? They looked cute,” Alyssa complained.
“Well you know,” Todd pointed to himself. “Douche. Self-admitted.”
“Admitting it’s always the first step. Coming to terms with your douche-ness,” Sam teased.
They chuckled and joked the rest of the period.
xxxxxx
After school, Sam went to the art room to work on some projects. He figured he’d have a little time before the basketball practice was over and he could meet Chad afterwards.
Ms. Rosenburg was there straightening up the classroom.
“Hey Sam, how are you?” She asked softly. She looked concerned. He had spoken to her about what had happened earlier in the day to explain the absence of his piece.
“I’m good. I just thought I’d get some catch-up time in. We’re starting a new unit next week right?”
She smiled. “I was thinking we could take a break from paints and do some portrait drawing. I was hoping to get a model for class, but so far I haven’t had any takers.”
“I hope you find someone,” Sam told her before they both turned back to their tasks.
Sam was focused on his painting when he felt a hand on his shoulder and nearly jumped out of his seat. He turned to see Chad standing there.
“Hey, sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Chad grinned sheepishly, then gestured to his landscape painting. “That’s really beautiful. It looks so peaceful and still.”
“Thank you,” Sam accepted the compliment. “Is it that late already?”
“We got out of practice early. Coach wants us rested up for the game.”
Ms. Rosenburg took notice of them. “Hello, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in this room before. I’m Ms. Rosenburg.” She held out her hand.
“Nice to meet you ma’am. I’m Chad,” He shook her hand, taking in her eccentric appearance.
Ms. Rosenburg was one of the coolest and wackiest teachers at the school. She had to be close to fifty years old, with curly grey hair she kept long. She wore flowing clothing and sandals and always many clinking bangle bracelets. She was extremely liberal and revealed those views in class. She was basically Sam’s idol. He wished he were that comfortable to be himself.
“You have very strong features. Has anyone told you that young man?”
Chad grinned a little. “I can’t say that anyone has ma’am.”
“And you’re so tall, you must be over 6 feet tall.”
“6’4” to be exact.” He was blushing a little now at the close scrutiny.
“Do you have 3rd period free?” She asked.
“Yeah I have a study hall. Why?”
“Would you be interested in modeling for one of my classes?”
Chad’s eyes widened. “Me? Model?”
“Yes.”
“I’m no model. You should get someone pretty, like Sammy,” Chad protested.
Sam’s mouth dropped open at the compliment.
“Sam’s in the class. And besides, I think you would be an excellent choice in model. Don’t you think so too Sam?” Ms. Rosenburg insisted.
“Ummm…yeah he’d be great,” Sam was still stunned that Chad had called him pretty. Seriously. To a teacher. Without a joke attached.
“You’d want to draw me?” Chad turned to him.
“Sure.”
Chad seemed to contemplate this for a moment before asking, “It’s not nude is it?”
Ms. Rosenburg laughed. “This is a high school.” She looked thoughtful, “Would you be okay with being topless?”
“I guess I’ll do it,” Chad agreed.
“Fabulous! That’s such good news! Thank you!” Ms. Rosenburg was very excited.
Chad looked bashful but agreed on a day to start the modeling while Sam packed up his supplies and straightened up the area he was working at.
“So, did you want to head out?” Sam asked.
Chad nodded and they went down to the truck.
“Thanks for giving me a ride,” Sam told him.
Chad glanced at him. “No problem.”
“Did you want to stay for dinner?” Sam offered.
“I…I would, but I can’t tonight,” Chad replied.
“Oh.”
For some reason, Sam felt extremely saddened by that response. It must have shown on his face, because Chad stopped him before he got out of the truck.
“What about Friday after the game? Did you want to get pizza?” Chad paused, “Wait you’re probably not going to the game right? Maybe…”
Sam cut Chad‘s uncharacteristic babbling. “Actually I’ll be there Friday.”
“You will?” Chad looked surprised and a small grin appeared on his face.
“Yeah. I thought my dad would want to do something manly with me. He likes basketball so I figured it would be a good time to bond.”
“Oh.“ Chad’s smile faded a little at that answer and it looked as if he were struggling to keep his lips upturned.
“And to see you play,” Sam added quickly.
Chad didn’t seem cheered up as they said their goodbyes and it left Sam regretting what he said.
xxxxxx
Short chapter. This story isn’t really going where I wanted it. I’ll continue it, but I was aiming for a more adversarial love/hate relationship, but I pretty much got sucked into fuzziness. I plan on writing a more love/hate story about a football player and a male cheerleader…I’m thinking of calling it: I’m not cheering for you…would anyone be interested in reading it?