Teaser Tuesday

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Did you guys think I had forgotten you? Forsaken you even? I would never do that! I’ve just been busy busy busy! I wanted to be able to share a little more of the new WIP with you though, so here I am!

An excerpt from Heavyweight (I am SO digging on that title for many reasons). As always please feel free to comment!

The second bell peeled and we broke away with a hand in the air and an exchange of “see ya later”. Bio class was half full already. A couple of teammates had taken up residence in the back corner. I loped over to an empty seat where the familiar sounds of my friends rating the girls in the class greeted me. So crass are teenaged boys. They tried to get me to play along, but I didn’t take the bait.

We bullshitted about our summers while the teacher took attendance and handed out the fifty pound text book we’ll be using. He explained we’re going to be doing a lot of dissecting this year and the if anyone has a queasy stomach, they better get over it right now or opt for a lab partner who’ll do all the cutting. My head jerked up at the mention of lab partners. A feverent wish came over me for the teacher to do the picking, but it’s dashed when I hear him say we’ve got two minutes to pick someone. My teammates are already pairing up. My arm stretched out to tap one on the shoulder when I felt myself being pulled away by the other. Shit. This could not be happening. Eyes wide with panic, I glanced over my shoulder to see that Maggie was the one doing the pulling. My gaze swung back to the guys who were smirking and helplessly shrugging their shoulders. Traitors. Fucking traitors. Every last one of them.

“Maggie, this isn’t a good idea,” I sputtered. She pouted her shiny pink lips at me.

“Why not?”

“Uhh it’ll be easier to study with the guys before and after practice.” Please oh please let her see the logic in my statement.

“Our practices end around the same time. We can meet up after just as easily,” she said. “We can go to your place to study.”

“NO.” No fucking way was she ever coming to my house. No one comes to my place. Not even Clay. Not anymore.

She looked shocked at my vehement refusal. Sighing I ran my hand through my messy titian colored hair.

“It’s just not a good idea Mags.” Anger stormed briefly in her dark blue eyes. She swung around and looked about the class. Turning back to face me, hands on her hips, she raised her eyebrows.

“Welp, looks like there’s no one left, so you’re stuck with me anyway.” Shoulders sank in defeat as glancing around showed me she’s right. Dammit. This will not make for a good year.

A deep breath helped calm me. Not much that can be done about it now. I’ll just have to try and make the best of the situation. Head down, I trudged along behind Maggie as she lead us to the last empty lab table. We barely got settled when the bell went off.

“Got to jet,” I said scooping up the new fifty pound paperweight before dashing out the door. Please God, don’t let her be in any more of my classes.

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