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Teaser Tuesday – NaNo

Whoa, I actually have something to post this month! Since it’s been a while, I’ll remind you that the way I do Teaser Tuesday is to actually post part of something that I’ve written, to tease you with. Because I’m evil.

Anyway, December’s Teaser is the first chapter of the novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo. Please note, it’s not fully edited, so you may find a grammatical error here or there. That will be dealt with later, once I get through the end of this semester. Anyway, enjoy!

By the way, the title I went with was Meant to be Broken. And I can’t figure out how to condense this now that WordPress changed everything…. So a long post follows.

 

Chapter One

“Ives Milton Fay, if you don’t get up right now you’re going to be late for school!”

Beneath the layers of sheets on his bed, within the shadowed and cluttered confines of his lair-like bedroom, Ives growled and rolled over, clamping a pillow down over his head in an attempt to muffle his mother’s insistent banging on the door. He was in no mood to spend all day surrounded by packs of drama-hungry teenagers and control-freak teachers and faculty who never seemed to have control. All he wanted to do was lay in bed all day. Just like he had done for the past month.

That option quickly died when Lisa Fay entered his room, stumbled around the random collection of things scattered all over the floor, and took the pillow away from him. “Up,” she commanded.

Ives groaned and rolled over, rubbing his face with a hand sporting nails covered in chipped black paint. “I’m up,” he grumbled.

“Hurry up. Your sister is waiting.” She tossed the pillow to the foot of the bed and made her way carefully back out of the room.

With a sigh, Ives sat up and shook his shaggy black hair. It took him a minute to find his favorite pair of old jeans and a black tee-shirt amid the mess, and even longer to locate his backpack. Eventually, he finished getting ready and went to the kitchen. His sister was waiting, swinging her car keys impatiently and texting someone on her cell phone.

“All right, let’s go,” he said, stopping in front of her. He couldn’t help but notice how her shorts were probably too short for the school dress code, and that her skin-tight spaghetti-strap blue tank-top definitely was. “You know they’re going to make you change, right?”

She scoffed as she led him out to her car, passing their mother in the living room where she was watching the news and smoking. “I’d like to see them try. No authority over seniors.”

He shook his head, rolling his blue eyes – which were tinted violet by colored contacts. They climbed into Kylle’s beat-up car and she grabbed a bottle of something from the back seat and started spraying her clothes with it, making Ives sneeze.

“Is that Febreze?” he demanded, looking at her skeptically.

She nodded and handed the bottle over. “Use it, if you want. I’m sick of smelling like Mom’s smoke all the time.”

Ives couldn’t agree more, and took the bottle without another word. He sprayed his clothes as they drove toward Raynor High School, rolling down the window before he felt like suffocating. “I really hope she stops this chain smoking crap.”

“So do I,” Kylle agreed. “You’d think she’d stop after what happened to Dad. Does she want to go the same way he did?”

“And leave us to fend for ourselves?” Ives added, watching the houses pass by through the window. Thinking of his dad’s death made him want to go crawl into bed again. At least he wasn’t planning on picking up a cigarette after seeing all the pain he’d gone through. He really didn’t understand his mother.

“I hope you pass your road test next month.”

Ives snorted. “Why? I can’t drive to school. It’s too late to get a parking pass.”

His sister sighed longingly. “You’re lucky you get Dad’s car. It’s so much nicer than mine.”

“Only because it’s newer, not fancier,” Ives pointed out.

Ives made it to his first period History class with seconds to spare, and sitting in the seat next to the last open desk was the last person he had been hoping to see.

“Hey there,” Sam said to him, smiling flirtatiously. “Haven’t heard from you in a while.”

Sam’s voice was somewhere in the range of too masculine for a woman, and too feminine for a man. And Sam’s body was just as androgynous, with no definitive secondary sex characteristics, nor did the haircut or clothing style suggest one sex over the other. For reasons Ives couldn’t explain, this had always attracted him to his classmate.

But now he just felt disinterested.

“I told you,” he grumbled, “my dad died last month.”

Sam waved a hand and went on, “Anyway, I decided we should make our relationship more serious now.”

What relationship? Ives just stared, eyes wide open in shock.

“You know, time to get in each other’s pants,” Sam finished with a wink.

Ives’ mouth fell fully open. “Uh… can we talk first?” he stammered, caught totally off guard.

Sam smiled. “Of course. We have lunch together, too. I checked your schedule.”

“You – what? Where did you get my schedule from?” he demanded.

“I figured out your password to your student account,” Sam said with a shrug. “There’s a reason you’re supposed to change them twice a year, at least.”

Ives forced his mouth closed and rubbed his face. He turned his attention suddenly to the teacher, who was calling attendance, just in time to raise his hand at the mention of his name. As he rubbed his face again he made a mental note to change his password that afternoon.

He spent the next two classes dreading his lunch period. If only he could just leave for lunch like the seniors could… but he was one year too young for that privilege. When he finally arrived at the cafeteria he made straight for the table in the back corner. It was the table furthest from the entrance, and it was unoccupied. Hopefully, he would be able to isolate himself there and Sam wouldn’t find him.

But Sam found him almost immediately, and slid into a seat right next to Ives. “So, babe, what do you say?”

Babe? Ives tried not to shutter when Sam caressed his hand. “I really have no interest in a relationship right now.” Better to just get it over with, he’d decided.

Sam gave him a sly smile, eyes glittering mischievously. “We don’t have to make it official. We can just be friends.”

Ives pulled his hand away. “Friends? You didn’t even say anything to me when I told you my dad died! A friend would care!”

“I don’t want the burden of your emotions. I just want to help you work them out.” Sam winked.

“I don’t want your help,” Ives snapped, glaring daggers at his classmate. “I don’t want a relationship. Or anything. I just want to be alone.”

Sam stood up and gave him a playful smile. “I’m not done with you, Mr. Hard-To-Get.”

Ives watched Sam walk away, clenching his fists on the table. What had he done to deserve this? He had lost his father, his mother was bound and determined to deliver herself to the same fate, his sister was flirting through the halls dressed like a sex object, and he had an androgynous stalker.

He folded his arms and rested his forehead against them, closing his eyes with a sigh. At least he was alone.

He wasn’t alone for very long, however. Five minutes after Sam left him, Ives was startled by someone sitting down in the seat next to him. Thinking he was going to need to fend off Sam again, he instantly sat straight up. Who he saw wasn’t Sam, but Mark Salazar, the captain of the Raynor archery team.

“Hey, I’m sorry about your dad, man,” Mark said, sounding sincere.

Ives nodded, letting himself relax. He’d tensed up too much expecting to be dealing with Sam again. “Thanks.”

Mark looked over Ives’ depressed state with intense blue eyes. “You’re still going to be on the team this year, right?”

Ives just shrugged. He hadn’t practiced for a month, at least.

“We need you,” Mark insisted. “Scott and Becca graduated, so we’re down two, and you’ve always been one of the best on the team.”

“I haven’t been practicing,” Ives confessed.

“Practice starts next week,” Mark pointed out. “I’m sure it’ll come back. Like riding a bike, I guess.”

Ives sighed and gave in. After all, archery was the only activity he was interested in. “I’ll be there.”

Mark smiled and clapped him on the back. “It’ll be a tough year. Walton didn’t lose any seniors, so they’ll be just as tough, and rumor has it Madison is coming out with a team, too. First year, so who knows what they could have.”

Ives nodded. “It’ll be tough,” he agreed, not sure he wanted to be competing at all.

Mark smiled again as he got up. “See you around. Keep your head up.”

Ives put his head back down on the table as soon as Mark walked away.

When Ives got home from school, he reluctantly retrieved his archery equipment from the garage, and went to the back yard where he had created a practice range against the side of the shed. He set the foam target on the sawhorses against the shed, and strapped on his arm and wrist guards because he knew he’d need them after skipping practice for so long. Finally, he lined up and nocked an arrow, adjusted his stance, and winced as he momentarily struggled to draw the longbow. It had been stupid of him not to practice for so long.

When he finally released the string, the arrow buried itself in the wall of the shed, a foot to the left of the target. He sighed as he pulled it out of the old wood. Another thing to add to his list of wonderful things lately; no longer being one of the best archers on the team and letting his captain down.

But he really couldn’t make himself care all that much.

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December 6, 2011 - Posted by | Teaser Tuesday, Writing

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  1. […] Check out chapter one! […]

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