Scenes from a WIP

For some reason ‘scenes’ sounds better even though this is really a scene from a work in a progress. The story this piece is from is currently called ‘Instalove.’ I don’t think much introduction is needed because this is from the beginning of the book. I suppose one helpful tidbit is that magic is real. Avery Ward is a normal guy from a magical family, and he is at lunch trying to focus on his upcoming plans and not on a cute boy.

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Christian Reyes had a laugh that was music to my ears. Sitting what felt like an entire continent away from him, I could still swear I heard that laugh despite the noise and chatter in the cafeteria. I tried to keep my eyes planted firmly on my own table but would glance at him every few minutes anyway. Chris, because he said no one but his grandmother called him Christian, was hard to look away from.

I forced my focus to the discussion at hand. We were discussing me, after all.

No wonder I had trouble concentrating. That’s what my sister Stella would say. Gods, Avery, it’s like you try to be so boring and plain on purpose. My sister Stella was rude.

“Vote for Avery Ward, he’ll turn mystery meat into gold,” Jonah Harris said, staring at the dark colored sludge on his plate, pushing it around instead of eating it. I only sighed and offered him half of my sandwich. “We can add in a tiny disclaimer,” he added while happily taking the food. “Asterisk, Avery contracts out for magical feats.”

Yeah, because that was the part I had a problem with.

I didn’t have to veto the idea. Heather Redding did instead. “Okay, that doesn’t even make sense, Jonah.”

There were a bunch of us at the long, narrow table, my usual crowd, and someone who wasn’t involved in the discussion made a comment about how Jonah not making sense actually made a lot of sense because it was Jonah. Our foursome sat at the end of the table this time as we discussed my campaign for student council, something the rest of my friends weren’t a part of aside from when they would cast a vote for me.

“Who cares whether it makes sense?” Jonah argued. “The takeaway there is free gold.

I didn’t want to reject his idea, as some half-remembered thought about how all ideas were good ideas in brainstorming sessions rattled around in my mind. Even though this was a terrible idea, but my three closest friends were acting as free campaign staff, so I wanted to encourage them… I also wanted them to have better ideas.

“It still doesn’t solve the problem of what to eat for lunch,” Dae Park interjected quietly. …Was that what we were supposed to be talking about? Did I even have control over what we had for lunch as Student Council President? Probably not, but still, my big platform was, what, school lunch sucks?

…Maybe Stella had a point.

“People can buy lunch with the free gold,” Jonah argued to Dae, then turned to include us all. “Guys, how can you not get this?” He paused for effect before carrying on while making an emphatic gesture with his hand. “Free gold!”

This was not very helpful, but it was at least somewhat relevant to what we were trying to discuss, so I should jump in and get us back on track before Jonah really got carried away. My eyes drifted towards the center of the room instead, where the owner of the melodic laugh sat.

If this square-shaped room had its edges sanded away and was a world onto itself, which it pretty much was even without more circular dimensions, then the table Chris sat at was probably North America. Flashy, the biggest and best, and pretty great all things considered, but not exactly as great as many of the inhabitants thought. All the popular, pretty athletes sat at his table and he certainly fit among them.

Chris Reyes, however, lived up to the hype. He was the best of the best. The Latino Captain America, a shining example of how right genetics and personality can occasionally go. Chris wore a long-sleeved red shirt, one I don’t think I’d seen him in before. Maybe that’s why I was drawn to him, the reason I couldn’t help but stare at the way it hugged his shoulders. Or maybe someone had cast a spell and I was now part bull, drawn to the color against my will.

Maybe Chris Reyes was just super attractive.

I shouldn’t be watching him! My friends are being kind enough to dedicate their lunch break to talking about me and my extracurricular ambitions. If this school was a world, my table would be, I don’t know, somewhere in Europe probably, but not the whole continent. Or if it was a continent, maybe Australia. You knew it existed and was a neat enough place, maybe even somewhere to visit, but it wasn’t the center of attention.

Heather nudged me and drew me out of my impromptu geography class. “Please talk some sense into him before he gets too carried away with this.” She nodded her head at Jonah.

“Wait, wait, are unicorns a thing?” Jonah asked, getting carried away. “We should totally bring in some unicorns.” He saw our expressions. “Okay, right, one thing at a time.” He nodded decisively. “Free gold.”

“Alchemy is a specific kind of magic and isn’t really allowed,” I informed him. I kept my explanation short as I bit into a cherry tomato from my salad. I didn’t always have salad for lunch, except for when my family’s garden in our backyard yielded fresh produce. The tomatoes, cucumber, and spinach leaves in my salad seemed especially delicious. Maybe because of the labor put into making the vegetables grow, or possibly because of the spell cast for a bountiful harvest. I guess Stella had her uses.

No one questioned my statement about alchemy, which was good because I had nothing to follow it up with. They trusted my statement since I was the only one that came from a magical family, and what I said might even be true. People making free gold would be disastrous for the world economy or something. My parents would know more, but I wasn’t going to ask them and find out. I didn’t have powers, so I didn’t have to worry about the rules governing them.

Jonah frowned down at his food. “You could at least tell me when lunch is gonna suck.” If I did possess any latent mystical abilities, my biggest skill was an innate knowledge of what quality the cafeteria food would be on a given day.

“You could just get the printout and see for yourself,” Heather said with all the sass she could muster. It was a lot of sass. Yeah, anyone could also judge the cafeteria menu themselves by getting a menu, so it wasn’t a very useful talent.

Heather and Jonah got off topic snarking at each other in their usual fashion, so I was free to tune out after sharing the standard, commiserating glance of ‘why are we the only sane ones’ or ‘why are friends with them’ with Dae; I couldn’t figure out which one it was as my attention was happily pulled away, back towards Chris Reyes.

Physically, the tall athlete had broad shoulders and caramel skin with a trim midsection and very lickable abs, which I knew from experience. His shoulders hinted that he played football, but that was just a coincidence, since soccer was his game and he happened to serve as a kicker for the football team. All this meant his legs were phenomenal. His long, lithe legs and muscular thighs were all the proof anyone needed that God or Magic or whatever was real.

Everything is awkward, a true (fake) high school story

Previously on One Little Word, a totally straight boy and a not-at-all straight boy kissed each other to convince a teacher they’re dating, because a series of contrivances made this necessary. And now everything is awkward.

Only one of them knew the kiss was coming, which is part of the problem because the surprised boy can barely handle stuff he’s expecting when it comes to this fake dating arrangement. And also the two boys like each other, which is most of the problem. One boy doesn’t think mutual affection is possible and the other one doesn’t even know about his crush on a conscious level.

Because I feel like it would be annoying and boring if I posted the same summary every time, I instead make something up when necessary. So I’m not sure if that summation is confusing, but it at least sets up this deleted scene from One Little Word very well.

Side note: If for some reason I had to sum up One Little Word in five words, then “And now everything is awkward.” would work really well.

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Ryan

1littleword - smallI could face Luke. Definitely. If he even showed up.

I sat at our usual table in the library in the corner farthest away from the librarian. The table was crammed in between shelves that housed history tomes no one ever touched.

I tried not to worry over whether Luke would be here or not. We usually met in the library and goofed around more than studied, but he hadn’t shown up the last few times after our kiss.

We were friends, I reminded myself. My attraction wasn’t real. Or it was, but it was also chemical. I understood that. I could get past that.

Dopamine production increases with attraction and makes the body loopy. Butterflies appear, feelings become more intense, and dopamine triggers similar responses to what crack cocaine creates.

Seriously, love was a drug, and it needed to be freaking outlawed so I would avoid overdosing and totally embarrassing myself.

I used my science brain whenever I could to make the mess of my life more palatable. There was herd mentality, which was why I was reduced to the sidelines of school. And survival of the fittest, so I hoped I never broke a bone again because I definitely wasn’t very fit.

Not like Luke.

While a little delirious and in a lot of pain, I possessed vague memories of him catching me when the loft floor collapsed. I remembered being pressed against his solid chest. Or maybe I’d dreamed about it so much it seemed like a memory now: those arms cradling me and holding me up.

Shit. Dealing with my insane crush seemed difficult enough when no one noticed me. Now everyone had seen me and the most popular guy in school making out.

I felt like an exhibit in a zoo as people kept staring at me. Normally, I’d have some witty comeback to make them blush and look away, but I was too lost in my own thoughts.

How should we handle this? Was there a way to handle this where I could still have Luke as a friend? Doubtful.

I’d been working myself into knots about this mess all day. Just when I was ready to let myself relax because Luke wouldn’t show up, there he was.

He looked as delectable as I remembered.

Dropping down in the seat next, he pretended everything was normal and he hadn’t been keeping his distance. I couldn’t blame him. I blamed Lydia, not that she noticed or cared about any of my frosty looks at lunch.

Had I been aware Luke was going to kiss me to avoid Mrs. Sharp’s wrath, I would have talked him out of it. I knew it would cause him to freak out, but he hadn’t consulted me. Lydia had somehow convinced him not to. She wanted Luke obviously and he wanted her too. Everyone knew that, so why was hurting me a necessary step in the process?

I tried to conceal a dreamy sigh as I got to drink in the sight of Luke up close once again. His blonde hair looked soft as ever, and I thought it was getting a bit longer. He wore a blue, long-sleeved shirt that stretched over his broad shoulders. He looked frantic but still smiled at me. I went lightheaded for a second. He looked so good and the dimples hadn’t even made an appearance.