What happens to those left behind after something awful happens? A high school romantic suspense.
Amelia
I knew I had good people in my life, like my best friend, Matt, my gal pal, Mercy, and my big brother, Grant, a guy who had become my mother, father, and trusted older sibling all in one. But then, I also had Bowie Phillips, a boy I had unknowingly wronged at some point along the way. I don’t know what I had said or done, but he was spiteful and always with a devil like smirk on his face. Maybe it was simply because puberty had seemed to hit my peers with a bang, while I had been left behind trying to figure out how to fit in when I clearly didn’t.
Then something awful happened. Something that changed everything. Something that gave Bowie more reason to hate me. Something everyone refused to forget. Something I had to pay the price for.
Bowie
I’ve always been pin-holed as the wicked bully, the guy to fear and keep your distance from. Middle school was hell for a kid like me. However, when I hit High School the rules changed. As it turns out, being the bad boy with a footballer’s physique gives you the power to become king, while the good, innocent, girls, suddenly fall, becoming nothing more than peasants at my feet. What can I say? Karma is a bitch, but so is Amelia Thomas. My best mate, Matt, may worship the ground she walks on, but his obsession won’t stop me from using little Milly for my own amusement.
Then something awful happened. Something that changed everything. Something that gave me more reason to hate Amelia Thomas. Something I won’t let anyone forget. Something that cannot go unpunished.
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Sample:
For once, Bowie doesn’t speak his usual form of verbal diarrhea. Instead, he just stands up tall before me, smirking over my obvious discomfort and inability to move. I follow his hand when it reaches out to clasp around my arm. He easily wraps his fingers around to meet his thumb on the other side of my skinny limb, my shapeless figure still left-over from childhood. I then look up at his face, which leans in so close, I can feel his body heat on my skin. If this isn’t painful enough, all my mind can think of right now is; do it, do it, do it.
I brace myself for the moment when his lips will press against mine and I’ll know what it feels like to be one of those popular girls, the ones like Melody and Lucy who kiss boys like brushing their teeth every day. I’ll finally understand when they talk about how good a kisser Bowie Phillips is, how he makes you feel like you’re freefalling from space. I’ll also know what it feels like to betray your best friend. And yet, I’m ready for it, so I close my eyes tightly and lean slightly forwards, when…
“Back off Bowie!” I’m pulled backward by my brother and shifted aside so that he is standing between me and the boy who I’m sure was about to kiss me.
“Now, now, Granty boy!” Bowie clicks his tongue, an irritating habit he seems to have when he is about to be vile to someone. “Don’t forget whose sister you’re dating!”
Arrogantly, Bowie leans up against the Maple tree with one of his usual gives-zero-fucks expressions written all over his face. Grant could be the size of the Incredible Hulk and it still wouldn’t faze the know-it-all boy wonder here.
“Doesn’t mean you can have mine!” Grant threatens through clenched teeth. Bowie chuckles sadistically, so I brace myself for what he’s about to say, something horribly wicked no doubt.
“Don’t sweat it, man,” he juts out his chin towards where I’m now huddled behind Grant, “she’s far too frigid for me.”
“Shut the f-” Grant begins to step forward, but my pride suddenly decides to wake up and actually defend itself. Thank God because it’s certainly been missing in action so far this evening.
“Well, which is it?” I ask him and watch as his smirk falters a little. “I mean am I a tease, showing off skin for guys all summer, or am I frigid? Surely I can’t be both?”
For a moment he seems impressed by my newfound bravery, but it’s only for a fraction of a second before he tilts his head to the side and fixes that menacing, cold, look back into his eyes. He slowly leans in to whisper inside of my ear, “You’re whatever I want you to be!”
My mouth gapes open as he returns Grant’s icy stare without fear or hesitation. Once satisfied he’s caused both of us to hate him that little bit more, he turns around and walks away, complete with a taunting wave over his shoulder.
“See you around, Fridge!” he calls out casually.
Taylor K. Scott 