This is the first chapter in my first series (and hopefully not my last!) so I would really appreciate any comments or tips you might have for me. I promise it will get steamier as the chapters go on. This chapter is fairly short because I mainly just wanted to introduce the characters.
The following story is a work of fiction and intended for ADULTS ONLY. If you are not an adult or offended by descriptions of explicit sex, please read no further.
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DISCLAIMER:All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental.
All characters in this story are 18 years or older.
Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.
Enjoy! -EgyptOasis
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You know how in all the books life has its twists and turns, but the low points are never really that bad and the world is suddenly bright and perfect at the end?
Yeah. That's not the way the world works. Certainly not the way my world works.
In the books, the girl's life is always normal until she meets the one guy who turns her world upside down at first sight. She instantly falls in love and then something dramatic happens, such as a misunderstanding or miscommunication, which causes her to go into an over exaggerated depression. Then after a few days the extremely attractive guy shows up, confesses his love, and the universe is suddenly set straight again.
I guess you could call me a cynic, or even a hypocrite, because I have an addiction to these stories even though I know for a fact they're complete bullshit.
Maybe it's because I've never been in love. Maybe it's because my life has never exactly been love story worthy. But most likely it's because I've learned enough in my 18 years to know that this kind of thing, it just never happens. No matter how much you need it too.
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I've always been a private school kid. My class had a grand total of 63 students, which happened to make us the biggest class the school had in seven years. All of us grew up together and we knew everything about everyone.
When they say that small schools have less problems, it's generally true... less sex, less drugs, and fewer wild parties. Everything's better except for the gossip. That shit spreads like wild fire.
When someone said Tina and Jim had sex, the whole school knew in seven hours. When they actually DID do the deed, everyone knew it after three. Then there's all the rumors about who's cheating on whom, who's been smoking pot on the weekends, and who's getting some from the slutty public school girls.
Yep. Apparently, nothing is sacred anymore. Not even your privacy.
Thankfully, I've always managed to avoid having any gossip spread about me. Not for their lack of trying, I just don't give those vultures anything exciting to spread. However, if they knew about that time at my uncle's house when I got drunk and hooked up with my cousin's best friend, I would be in deep shit.
So when I read books about the guys with miles of girls lining up to sleep with them, even when there is an equally long line of previous one night stands going down the opposite side, I know it is a complete fantasy. This stuff just doesn't happen in real life. No guy actually acts like that especially in high school. No one in my class, and I mean no one, maybe even my entire school, has ever slept with more than three people. And that's stretching it. Plus, has anyone else noticed that every guy in a book is presented as a modern day Adonis? They sure as hell don't look like that either.
Yet, it's one of these books that I fall asleep reading while I'm "packing" my shit for moving day next week.
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"Holy shit!" I mumbled out a much longer string of swear words while I hopped around after nailing my last two toes on the corner of the kitchen island.
"You all right, Hun?"
I'm surprised that mom even bothers to ask. She sure as hell didn't ask me if I was ok with the move, but she would have moved us anyways so it's not like it really matters. At least she waited to drop the moving bomb until after my birthday. The big 1-8 wouldn't have been too great if I knew it was the last great party I would have with my friends.
Mom finally looked up from her phone and laid into me about my fashionably late arrival downstairs.