Kimberly W
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Is that a good sign? Or do I need more? My chapters average between 1-6, 7-12, 13-20, 21-30, 31-37, and now I'm working on the sixth chapter. I'm fourteen by the way and I would really like to get it published. Here's a sample:
“Want a ride?”
I turned to Ryan and laughed. “A ride…from you?”
“Yeah, I got my drivers’ license.”
“Hmm sounds so tempting but no. My dad’s picking me up.”
“I’m sure he’d understand.” he walked casually beside me while shoving his hands into his pockets. Stopping to look at him; I glared. Maybe it wouldn’t be that hard for him to tell me about the code. It wouldn’t take that much to get it out of him. Just showing my bra strap he would give in. I smiled at him and stepped closer.
“I would really like that, maybe tomorrow?”
“Sure. I’ll be waiting for that.” Again I smiled and walked slowly. He walked beside me and sighed throwing his arm around my waist, I cringed and instincts immediately kicked in. Pushing him against the brick wall I held him there and looked him directly in the eyes. “What’s the problem?”
“Don’t ever put your hands on me.” I released him and began to walk again.
“I thought you wanted it.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be hanging out with Maurine today?”
He stopped in his tracks and his face went blank.
“Shit. I forgot. Thanks for reminding me.”
“Don’t do anything that she wouldn’t want to do.”
“What wouldn’t that be? It’s pretty obvious she’s smitten by me.”
“She’s not smitten; she’s attracted to you in a physical way.”
“Oh, so you mean you don’t want me to have sex with her? ‘Cause it might get you really jealous and you’ll stalk her until she tells you the truth about what happened, right?”
“Why would I be jealous if you had sex with some girl? I don’t even know you.” he looked at me and grinned crookedly.
“So you don’t even care about what happens to her?”
“Why should I?”
“I mean that’s your friend, right? And even if you don’t really know her, god forbid that you would let her get into a sticky situation when you could’ve stopped it. That’s going to be pretty hard on your conscious.”
“She’s old enough to make her own decisions. I’m not a babysitter.”
“But wouldn’t you be just a little bit curious Laura? You’re going to be sitting up tonight in your bed. Wondering what Maurine and I could possibly be doing. You’ll try to go to sleep but you can’t ‘cause deep down inside you have a special place for me. You’re going to ask yourself ‘What is it about this guy that makes me so irritated by him yet, I’m kind of jealous of Maurine right now. What I wouldn’t give to be in her position.’ Then tomorrow you’re going to walk up to her and ask her about what happened. She’s going to tell you that it’s none of your business. Then you’re going to automatically assume that we had sex. Next thing you know we’re going to be in room 57 of a motel.”
Tell me what you think.
“Want a ride?”
I turned to Ryan and laughed. “A ride…from you?”
“Yeah, I got my drivers’ license.”
“Hmm sounds so tempting but no. My dad’s picking me up.”
“I’m sure he’d understand.” he walked casually beside me while shoving his hands into his pockets. Stopping to look at him; I glared. Maybe it wouldn’t be that hard for him to tell me about the code. It wouldn’t take that much to get it out of him. Just showing my bra strap he would give in. I smiled at him and stepped closer.
“I would really like that, maybe tomorrow?”
“Sure. I’ll be waiting for that.” Again I smiled and walked slowly. He walked beside me and sighed throwing his arm around my waist, I cringed and instincts immediately kicked in. Pushing him against the brick wall I held him there and looked him directly in the eyes. “What’s the problem?”
“Don’t ever put your hands on me.” I released him and began to walk again.
“I thought you wanted it.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be hanging out with Maurine today?”
He stopped in his tracks and his face went blank.
“Shit. I forgot. Thanks for reminding me.”
“Don’t do anything that she wouldn’t want to do.”
“What wouldn’t that be? It’s pretty obvious she’s smitten by me.”
“She’s not smitten; she’s attracted to you in a physical way.”
“Oh, so you mean you don’t want me to have sex with her? ‘Cause it might get you really jealous and you’ll stalk her until she tells you the truth about what happened, right?”
“Why would I be jealous if you had sex with some girl? I don’t even know you.” he looked at me and grinned crookedly.
“So you don’t even care about what happens to her?”
“Why should I?”
“I mean that’s your friend, right? And even if you don’t really know her, god forbid that you would let her get into a sticky situation when you could’ve stopped it. That’s going to be pretty hard on your conscious.”
“She’s old enough to make her own decisions. I’m not a babysitter.”
“But wouldn’t you be just a little bit curious Laura? You’re going to be sitting up tonight in your bed. Wondering what Maurine and I could possibly be doing. You’ll try to go to sleep but you can’t ‘cause deep down inside you have a special place for me. You’re going to ask yourself ‘What is it about this guy that makes me so irritated by him yet, I’m kind of jealous of Maurine right now. What I wouldn’t give to be in her position.’ Then tomorrow you’re going to walk up to her and ask her about what happened. She’s going to tell you that it’s none of your business. Then you’re going to automatically assume that we had sex. Next thing you know we’re going to be in room 57 of a motel.”
Tell me what you think.