----------------------------- "I'm not interested." "Well I heard that-" I tuned out at this point, his voice was boring me and I'd heard it over a hundred times. I pressed a finger to his lips. "I'm…not…interested." He was looking at me, his mouth slightly ajar. He looked exactly like a woman applying mascara. I sighed walking away… 'I heard you did it with a guy in this position.' 'Well someone told me even your Dad has you in bed.' 'I've been told that you do it with girls too!' Hi, I'm Slut. Short for people think I even f***ed the headmaster. No, not that anyone would believe me but thats not my name. People don't know me, People don't care, People think my body's free, But they have no heart to share. Every position Everywhere To any composition Wearing any clothes you can tear
IT'S PERFECT THE WAY IT IS!! But if you want some criticism the double enter after every paragraph/ line of dialogue. Other than that just wonderful! Not trying to be nit-picky or anything. Just wanted to help.
--------------- I bet you have no idea what it feels like to have everyone think they know you inside out. I bet it never occurred to you that because you had a rough patch and went into drugs alcohol and prosti- "Jami! Stop staring into space! You're such a dork…" Nick laughed, instantly snapping me out of my trance. "Oh hey Nick…" I mumbled. "Oh hey Nick…," he mimicked, "Dammit babe don't be so boring!" I suppose I should explain, I've been friends with Nick my whole life, we grew up together and he's been the best friend ever. Not to mention he stuck by me after my 'rough patch'. "Staring into space ag-" And the bell cut him off, stifling a chuckle out of me. "Form time." My favourite lesson. It lasted twenty minutes and required minimum talking, no one could comment and I only had to say three words, four syllables. 'Yes…mis…ter…Cole'.
Oh and by the way people this is not another friendxfriend situation I'll only say this once outside of my updates NICK IS GAY.
------------------------ I sat in my chair, next to Nick, it was really lucky that my last name (Martig) is next to his(Melbry) in the alphabetical register. "Right everyone. This is our new student, Hunter-James Kroby." Mr.Cole announced in his thick Northern accent. Hunter-James Kroby looked extremely moody. His dirty blonde hair was gelled into a quiff and his dark blue shirt was draped over his burgundy skinnies. "Don't even think about calling me Hunter," He mumbles, "It's Hunter-James." Nick's eyebrows have disappeared and don't seem to be reappearing anytime soon… he yelped quietly as my foot connected with his abnormally weak heels. Hunter-James kicked his desk forward, slipping back into his chair. His face never fell from its scrunched up position. "Right… Hunter! You'll need a buddy. Jami?" Shit. "Yes Mr.Cole." "You'll be Hunter's buddy." "Its Hunter James!" Hunter-James was fuming, I mean dude. Anger management! "F***ing fantastic…" I mumble as the bell rings. Slinging my satchel bag over my shoulder, I stand up. "You may go." Mr.Cole says, collecting up papers. Sighing, I take, Hunter-James' forearm. "C'mon Hunter-James." I say through gritted teeth. He tugs his arm away, growling quietly. This forces me to roll my eyes which provokes him into speech. "Don't undermine me you stupid b****! You don't know me, I don't know you." I smirk amusedly, thats a first. "Funny that…everyone else does." Of course my smirk infuriates him more and he starts spouting abuse at me. I walk to my next class and he follows. Thank God I can drown his deep growl out.