How to be w screw up

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by Cherry1313, Jan 27, 2013.

  1. Oh my god. I'm so sorry this is so late!
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    Pagan

    Up until lunch the day was dragging by; a mix of head banging on the crappy table in despair (due to the t***ish answers/questions of the many dumb asses I share the world with), philosophical answers spilling from my mouth that no one but Asher understands and crappy teaching with no enthusiasm whatsoever. Anyway as I was saying, lunch. I surprise guest decided to join us our little table of… logic? Realism? Global understanding? Whatever. The guest was… Leif. Great. I glared at him as he dumped himself next to me, I scooted closer to Asher.

    "What are you doing here?" I said, addressing Leif.

    "Eating."

    "Why here?"

    Silence.

    More silence.

    "Because… I need to ask you a question."

    "No."

    "Pagan, play nice you b****." Asher said grinning at me, forcing a growl out of me.

    "Asher, I'd shut up. Look in the mirror and you'll see why."

    "Look can you just listen to the question, Pag?" Leif pleaded. I dropped my fork, snapping my head up to look at him.

    "You," I prodded a finger into his chest, "Don't get to call me that. Asher does. You are not my friend. You, are the popular, egotistical 'fittie' " I said using air quotes.

    "Pagan, just calm down!" Leif shouted.

    "Go away."

    "But I-"

    "Go away." Leif Montgomery opened his mouth to say more, closed it before picking up his tray and pouring it over my head. And…well…thats when I kinda beat him up…

    I pushed him onto the floor, allowing him to smack the back of his head, got him in a straddle and punched his face repeatedly. He desperately tried to push his winded body up but I pinned him down with my legs. The punches flew faster and faster at his face, I wasn't thinking…

    "PAGAN! GET OFF HIM!" I looked up at Asher and let my hands drop to my sides, falling into a heap and crying out the hurt. Asher wrapped his strong arms around me. "Daddy…" I whispered solemnly.

    "I know, Pag. But he's not here anymore…" Tears spilled from my eyes and Leif stood slowly, blood tricked down his face and his bruises were already beginning to show.
    "I'm sorry, Pagan." he said. Asher responded for me.

    "Leif… she's still angry. It's only been two months," he hushed his voice thinking I wouldn't hear, "She looks okay but it comes out sometimes. Just pretend its okay."
    My head popped up to see the whole of Honeycoat School staring in awe at my breakdown. Yes, Asher. FML.

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  2. Amazing  This is great!
     
  3. BUMP its getting even better!!
     
  4. This is good!!! Update
     
  5. Writers block 
     
  6. This is good. Keep it up!Bump!
     
  7. Awe it's amazing I hope u get over ur writers block soon if u need ideas feel free to ask
     
  8. I was gonna finish the update and post it but family crisis…
     
  9. I hope everything is okay
     
  10. No it's not but we're very close. Thank you for saying that.
     
  11. Awe you'll get through it everything will be okay in the end:)
     
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    Asher

    Pagan easily pulled her damp shirt over her bowed head. She was embarrassed. However… her body looked absolutely freakin' gorgeous. What? I'm a guy aren't I?
    "Asher, you've seen it all before. Give me your jumper." she spoke emotionlessly.

    Now, that wasn't what it sounded like; we grew up together- nakedness isn't really a big deal. But I can't say it doesn't turn me on nowadays.

    "Asher! Jumper. Now." I squeezed her shoulder comfortingly.

    "It's alright babe. Leif will understand and the guys we sit with won't give a s***."

    "I do."

    Well what was I supposed to say to that? Shrugging mentally I slipped off my school jumper and squinted under the florescent lighting. Ugh, so unnatural. Gently I pulled my jumper over Pagan's slim frame. When she looked up gingerly there was this cute, little, amused smile on her face.

    "How do you sweat so little? This is a flipping radiator!"

    "I'm Jacob Black." my witty comment caused a fun laugh and for once I was grateful for Twilight.

    I took Pagan home after that, she clearly didn't want to face the student body; despite my reassurance I can't blame Pagan. I don't want to face them when they haven't seen me break down into a sob…and use Leif Montgomery as a punchbag.

    On the way she drummed her fingers on the dashboard to the beat of the music. She had the grubby window down which made her red curls fly back behind her, I could tell she was deep in thought. By the time I pulled up in front of her house her hand was still and the window was back up. I was scared. She couldn't go back to one month ago, could she?

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  13. Aww sadd...update plzzz