Teaser Tuesday

Workout Song of the Day: “Take Me Home” by After Midnight Project

Okay, here’s an excerpt from Chapter 2 of Wants. One of the main characters, Gavin, is leaving a pep rally after staring in awe at a pretty blonde on the flag squad. He has a minor confrontation in the gym with a classmate, and this confrontation is now continued in the parking lot:

The sun nearly blinded him even though it was blanketed by a thin layer of clouds. Rain probably. He could only hope. As he zigzagged his way through the crowd of rambunctious teens, he flipped open his book and continued to read. He always knew the way to his car—even in parking garages. And it’s not like he wanted to socialize with any of these schmucks and filter through empty invitations to the latest party. He tolerated them throughout the week. The weekend was his time.
A burly hand scraped his nose and landed in the center of his page. His book made a heavy thud against the pavement. Gavin looked up and saw Curly wink at him. Corn Row was right next to him, cackling like a trusty sidekick. They were also joined by one of the fat bastards from the football team. The right side of his face was lifted into a grin as if he had a stroke.
“Whoops,” Curly said, and Corn Row howled in laughter. Curly lifted his arm and wrapped it around the blonde’s neck. Wait—the blonde? Gavin’s eyes shifted to her but she didn’t give him a second glance. Her gaze stayed on his frayed novel, its guts splayed out for the entire world to see. “Sorry about that man. My bad.” Curly stepped on the spine of the book as he led his crew towards the parking lot. The blonde moved a bit slower than the others, so Curly had to practically drag her.
Gavin cleared his throat. “Pick it up.” He cleared his throat again to reassure that those words just came from his mouth.
Curly and his crew turned to face Gavin. “What did you just say?”
Gavin glanced at the blonde. She bit her lip and stared back at him. Her eyes roving over what seemed like every inch of his body. Gavin sucked in his breath. “I said pick it up.”
Curly chuckled, but it sounded force. He needed a laugh track now that his friends were muted. They just stared at Gavin in disbelief. Curly removed his arm from the blonde, and took a step towards Gavin. “Care to run that by me again?”
Gavin did not take his eyes off the blonde, whose eyebrows were raised at him in pure amusement. “What are you, a ‘tard?” Gavin asked. Corn Row’s mouth pursed into a perfect O. He may have bellowed, but all Gavin could hear was his heart throbbing in his ears. Curly seemed to come at him in slow motion, his fingers so tightly wound in fists that his knuckles grew pale. Gavin sucked the inside of his cheek, calculating his next move. Nobody wanted to pummel him since he spit in Joey Hanson’s Jell-O pudding cup in the third grade, and he was lucky enough to have a teacher interfere before too much damage was done. But Curly was even more pissed, and big as hell. He could probably take out Gavin with one blow to his face. Shit, his face. Gavin raised his arms over his eyes and ducked. He bit down on his cheek to tourniquet the imminent pain.


Teaser Tuesday!

Workout Song of the Day: The theme to “Fresh Prince of Bel Air” (my MFA crew would get this joke)

Okay, here’s my first stab at Teaser Tuesday. I’m posting a small portion of my novel that will actually be workshopped tomorrow (hmm, no wonder why my stomach hurts). It’s nothing too revealing, but I hope you all enjoy. Please feel free to let me know what you think:

“Can I help you?” The blonde inquired in an uncooperative tone. She gave Alicia another once-over before dragging her hand through her hair. Her robe lifted a little as she did so, revealing two lithe but muscular thighs. And that’s when Alicia erased all doubts that they were on the same playing field. There was no denying that the blonde was beautiful—it radiated through her skin in just a simple action.
Alicia smirked. “Actually, you can’t.”
The blonde blinked at Alicia and frowned. This was obviously an inconvenience. An intrusion on what could possibly be an alluring life, pink eyes and all. For now, at least. The two girls stared at each other in silence. Alicia forced air into her lungs.
“I’m not buying shit.” The blonde retorted, growing more impatient.
Alicia bit her lip and then stared down at her fists. “I see you hang out with that one guy.”
“Okay.” The blonde shrugged in confusion.
“It looks like you two are a couple.”
The blonde started to push the door close. “I have company.”
Alicia pressed her hand against it. “No you don’t. He’s not here right now.” The words flew out of Alicia’s mouth before she could catch them.
“Okay, you need to leave…”
“And I know this,” Alicia still gritted her teeth, pushing all her weight against the door. The blonde was no match for her. “…because I know where he is right now.”
“I’ll call the cops!” The blonde insisted, yelling at Alicia’s feet. She loosened her grip on the door and then pushed her hand against Alicia’s chest. When Alicia resisted, the blonde took her palm and swung it across Alicia’s forehead. Alicia touched her forehead, stunned. She felt the tears bloat in her eyes and that pissed her off. She grabbed the blonde’s wrist.
“He’s screwing my boyfriend!” Alicia spat out. The words seemed to smack the blonde right in the face because she, too, started to cry.
“What?” Alicia thought that was what the blonde croaked. Alicia loosened her grip on her wrist, and their fingers dangled together—a weaving of defeat.
Alicia snatched her hand away, and took in a breath. “I just thought you should know.”