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Hi, this is really sudden of me, but I decided to post up my writings for you all to view. The characters in this story are a little young, so until the story grows and progresses, the only things extremely sexual are the ideas in the narrator's head. This story is based on personal experience, so I hope you enjoy it. I may not be as good as many of the jubbers who write, but I do hope that you enjoy this. Any comments, ideas, and criticism are welcomed with open arms!

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Chapter One: Beginning of the End

“Renee! How are you?” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Ugh… how can you be so perky this early in the morning?” she moaned at me, obviously cranky. “Umm… Sleep! Come on, rise and shine! This is only the beginning!” I stated, trying to get her out of her bad mood.

As much as I love her to death, Renee is NOT a morning person, but I put up with it. After all she was the only one who was there for me when Chris ripped my heart apart and took advantage of me. Not once, but MULTIPLE times. Besides, her family loves me, sometimes more than they seem to love their own daughter. So, I was there for her when a guy had to give her ‘the slip’ once he became of age, and I was still there when she almost failed English, and I was there for her when she accidentally shattered her mother’s priceless vase.

It was our first day as sophomores, and I planned to have a blast. Now that the abused lifestyle of Freshmen angst was over, I planned on kissing up to Ben, the sexiest guy I had ever laid my eyes on. Maybe it was the dirty blonde hair, or his bright blue eyes, or his blinding smile, OR his big… arms. He was sexy, smart, and humorous, and maybe I might get to kiss down…

“Hello! Is anyone there!?” I had just realized, courtesy of the Renee Express, that I had been daydreaming again. “Oh… sorry. So are you excited?” “I guess… so what classes do you have?” “Let’s see… first period… band… second, English, third, History, I have Gym fourth, geometry sixth, lunch seventh, chemistry after that, and I end with a study hall. How about you?” “Completely different… oh, except for English and History! Who do you have?” “Murray and Dawson.” “Sweet me too! Well I better get off to homeroom! See you second period!” She shouted as she bolted down the hallway. Typical Renee; cranky one moment, the next, you can hardly keep up.

As I walked down the hall, it seemed so new to me, even though I’ve already been at this school for a year now. I finally found my homeroom. As I walked inside, a familiar voice called out to me.

“How’s it goin’, sexy?” said Dan, smirking at me. “Ugh, it’s you. Why do you always show up in my life?!” I groaned. Dan was a douchebag, plain and simple. He’s the guy who asked me out online, asked to keep it a secret, and pretended to be gay, just so he could make a fool out of me. All because of that skank…

“Wow… what an eerie coincidence.” Julia said with a smirk, as she cuddled up to Dan. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, yes, she is the skank I’m referring to. She was the brain behind the operation, the one who started this whole mess, just because I out-staged her at the talent show four years ago. “Great… is this punishment for my previous life?” I asked sarcastically. Julia just wore her cheesy, sarcastic smile. “Yes, don’t you just wish you could stab me to death?” I smiled. “Yes, I would, but I left my harpoon at home, Moby Ditz!” I smiled, as I watched her normally pale face grow bright pink, and as I left the room, I could hear her shouting in rage, and all I could do was giggle with satisfaction for my cleverness.

But as I walked down toward the cafeteria, I began to realize this would be an interesting year, which was confirmed when I bumped into a random guy, spilling his coffee all over him.

“Oh god, I am so…” I looked at his face, and then into his eyes. “…sorry.” Much to my surprise, for the first time in ten years… I blushed like a little girl.

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I don't know when I'll get the next chapter up, but I hope you enjoy this, and again, I hope you'll give me feedback.
 
Thanks you guys. You asked and you shall recieve...

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Chapter Two: Oops!

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it!” the mysterious stranger said to me, obviously a little embarrassed, but still keeping himself composed. He was cute, not my normal type, but still very handsome. He had a nice build, muscular but lean at the same time, a tan complexion, brown hair, and green eyes. I was surprised because I had not met him last year, but I wasn’t complaining.

“Here, let me get you a towel.” I offered. He stood there, looking contemplative for a few seconds before he answered. “Okay. I’ll come with you. These people have enough to talk about without our help.” He replied with a innocent smile on his face. As we walked to the men’s room, people were watching, snickering and whispering to each other. I was beet-red with embarrassment, but he didn’t seem to mind.

When we got to the bathroom, I grabbed a paper towel, and handed it to him. “Thanks. Sorry about that whole mess. I guess I’m a touch accident prone.” “Yeah, right!” I stood there looking in the mirror, when I realized I hadn’t asked his name. “It’s Zach,” he said, as if he was reading my very thoughts, “…and you are?” “Oh, I’m Harley. So, I haven’t really seen you around before. Are you new here?” I was trying to keep the conversation going. “Yeah, it’s my first year here.” “Oh, so where- wait, are you a Freshmen?” I asked in horror. This may sound weird, but I was not into younger guys. “Oh, no! No, I’m a sophomore!” he replied quickly. “I just came from out of town. I’m from New York. My parent kinda got tired of city living. So we moved out here for a little fresh air.”

“Oh, okay… so are you gonna try out for any sports this year?” I was obviously grasping, but again, he seemed okay with it. “Yeah, probably lacrosse. How about you?” I hesistated for a second before answering. “Um… probably not.” “Really? How come?” “Well, you see… I’m what you would call a ‘dumb-luck athlete’. I have my moments where I hit the grand slam. But the next time I’m up to bat, I might miss the ball and clobber myself in the face. I’m more of a performer, theatre and such.” He laughed at my earlier statement, but in a friendly way. “I see. So what is it about performing that you enjoy? What inspires you?”

I felt my heart turn. This was always a hard subject for me. “Well, you see… my uncle was a phenominal musician. He performed for the famous and the wealthy and even did a few musicals. But most of all, he was a brilliant teacher. He taught me all I know about music.” “Cool! He must be really talented!” “Yeah, er, well… he was.” I looked at me, and suddenly, he seemed to understand what I was implying. “Oh… I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.” He looked so distraught, and it touched me. “Don’t worry about it… OH GOD!!! We really should go! We might be late for first period!” I realized after looking at the clock on the wall. “Wow, you’re right. Well, I guess I’ll see you around.” He looked at me smiling once more. “Yeah, I’ll see you later… Zach.” I said as I bolted out. As I was running toward the band room, only one thought crossed my mind: Is he for real?

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Thanks you guys! I don't know when I'll have the next chapter up, due to my upcoming vacation at the end of the week, but I'll try my hardest.
 
I just found out that I messed up my vacation date, so I'll be around for a while.
This chapter will really give you a better idea about who Harley is, and how others view him. His first class gets off to an odd start, and makes a kind of bad first impression. Whether you would feel the same way, you decide.

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Chapter Three: Harlequinade

I felt a warm feeling of reunion when I stepped into the band room for the first time this year. Everything was the way I left it: glimmering trophies atop high shelves on the wall, the chairs set up in semi-circular rows, all facing the director’s podium. I quickly found my way to my section, and I looked around for my name on the chair. I almost couldn’t find it, until I saw the most pleasant surprise in the form of a chair sporting a small index card; Harley Carver, 1st Clarinet, 1st Chair.

I jumped with excitement. No sophomore ever stays at the top of their section. I was startled out of my euphoria by the sound of a voice. “ No way! This must be a mistake!” a senior girl walked up, and snatched the card out of my hand. “What is Mr. Johnson thinking?” “I’m sorry, can I have that back, please?” I snatched it right back. “Thanks.” She looked at me and glared, with the fire of jealousy in her eyes. “How did you get first chair? Or first clarinet for that matter?” She asked me. I looked at the card while thinking of my next witty response. “Hmm… maybe I just kick ass. That must be it.” I knew this was getting to her, so I sat down, opened my case, and assembled my instrument, after inserting the reed into my mouth to moisten it. I sat there for a while before noticing the sheets of paper on the stand in front of me, which, I assumed, were my parts in the compositions we were playing.

“Okay! Okay! Settle down. And please take your seats now.” Mr. Johnson entered the room, wearing his usual semi-casual dress, holding his conductors’ baton in his right hand. He stepped up onto his podium, and he waited until all was silent before speaking again. “Thank you. Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen! I hope you all had a wonderful summer vacation. Now, if you look in front of you, you will see the parts that I have given to you, so would you take out the one on the bottom, and before we try this, let’s start with some scales.” We all played our scales, with as much enthusiasm as we could muster at 8:00 in the morning on our first day back to school. Some of the clarinets were honking like ducks and geese, while many trumpets played with the sound of a dying elephant. The flutes were horribly out of tune, as usual, and the percussion were dropping their mallets almost constantly. Finally, we were done, and Mr. Johnson lowered his baton. “Umm… thank you. Now we shall look at the piece we will be doing for the next couple weeks, Harlequinade. First thing that I should bring to your attention is the clarinet has a cadenza near measure one hundred. Do I have any volunteers?” He looked around our section, but no one seemed to raise their hand, until I decided to show that senior that my placement was not a mistake. “Ah! Mister Carver! Are you sure you can handle this?” he asked giving me a questioning look. I was never one to turn down a challenge. “Absolutely!” I said with as much energy I could give. In truth, I was a tad nervous, because I knew what a cadenza was, but I had never performed one before.

Once we started the piece, I played my best, while I waited for my imminent challenge. At last, we reached measure ninety-nine, and I looked up at Mr. Johnson with full intensity. Finally, I played. There was no one else to back me up here. All I could do was maintain a balance of reading the music and watching the conductor. I paid attention to rhythm, dynamics, tempo, and accidentals as best I could, while making sure to breathe once in a while. No other sound could be heard but my clarinet and the occasional whisper in the crowd. As I reached the end of my trial, I felt relieved, and I continued until the final note faded into nothing.

When all was done I set down my clarinet while looking down at the music. All was silent for a few moments, and I looked at Mr. Johnson. I couldn’t tell if he was happy, angry, or pensive. After a while he looked at me and smiled. “Hmm… not bad. Not bad at all! I should have expected as much from you. Sure, you missed a few notes here and there, but I definitely recognized what you were playing! Well done! You deserve a round of applause!” Everyone else in the room clapped, but it was obvious that it was forced. Looking around the room, I saw distraught, annoyed, and confused faces. I looked at that senior girl, and, to my surprise, saw that she was smiling.

The bell rang, and Mr. Johnson dismissed us from class. As I put away my instrument, I felt a tap on my shoulder. “I’m sorry about earlier. You are awesome!” It was that girl from before, but a little bit brighter in her facial expressions. “I’m Carla. Nice to meet you, Harley!” she said as she walked away. I smiled to myself, as I picked up my case and left as well.

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Depending on how my day goes, I might have the next chapter up by tonight.
Things get a little steamy for Renee. ;)
 
It is well written and put together but does need to be a bit longer.
 
Thanks for the feedback. I have noticed that my work is short, and I think that might be my biggest weakness in writing. However this chapter will be a little bit longer, so I hope it makes up for the last three.

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Chapter Four: Things Fall Apart

I was still feeling the effects of my first period, so I was prepared for the long walk ahead of me. If there are two rooms that are the most remote from each other, those rooms would be the band room and my English classroom. I had to walk up two flights of stairs, down a hallway, up two more flights of stairs, and through another crowded hallway just to get from one to the other. By the time I entered the room, I was out of breath, only to find out that my assigned seat was the one all the way across the room. I walked to my seat panting, and I sat down to finally relax, or at least I planned on it.

“HIIII!!” The scream startled me right out of my chair. I picked myself up, and looked at Renee with temporary contempt. “What the hell is wrong with you!? You scared the crap out of me!” “Sorry! I was just happy to see you! So how was first period?” I was still recomposing myself after that scare. “Ugh… ask me later.” I replied, as Renee sat down next to me, when I noticed the next person to walk into the room. “Holy shit…” I look back at Renee, who apparently noticed the new arrival as well. Judging by the look in her eyes and current facial expression , she liked what she saw. That and the fact she actually swore, which she never does unless she’s feeling extremely excited, angry, or turned on.

He wasn’t that bad, I guess. He was about six feet tall, light brown hair, decent calves, and a slightly tan complexion. He looked like the typical jock-type, so he didn’t have the same effect on me as he did Renee. He sat down next to her, shuffling his papers, completely unaware of the attention he was getting. Finally, I nudged Renee’s side, giving her the queue she needed. “Hi, I’m Renee!” She was a little too enthusiastic for my tastes so I groaned into my hand. The guy seemed to feel the same way, but he smiled back at her. “Hey, I’m Andrew.” At that point, he seemed aware of what was happening, but before Renee got to open her mouth again, a book slammed down upon my desk, shocking me once more.

“Damn, what is with you p - Oh! I’m sorry.” I looked up at the old, stern face looking back at me. He didn’t look too happy with my outburst. “I’ll let that slide. Don’t let it happen again!” He looked up at the rest of the class, and continued. “Hello, I am Mr. Murray, and I will be your teacher this year. Your first assignment will be to read the book I hand to you. And before you get any ideas, every book is different. You will be forced to work alone.” I looked at the books that my neighbors had. Andrew was holding a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird, while Renee possessed a book called Interpreter of Maladies. I looked at my novel, or at least I thought it was a novel. The paperback was in horrible shape, pages were falling out, and the spine was illegible. “What is your novel?” Renee asked. I turned the book around to its front and read the title aloud. “Hmm… Things Fall Apart. How ironic.” I stated sarcastically in reference to the shape of the book. Renee giggled, and we read our respective novels in silence, until the bell rang, signaling the period’s end. I waited for Renee to pack up, so we could walk to our next class together.

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When we got there, my first impression with the teacher was much better than the last. He seemed very bubbly, and welcomed us by handing us our textbooks. I looked at Renee, who had that same smile on her face as she did before. Sitting there, at the table closest to the door, was Andrew, skimming through the textbook. He looked up, and smiled again. “Hey! Long time no see!” Renee giggled, and sat down across from him. I laughed too, and sat down between them. The teacher began to lecture, and I tried to pay attention, but all I could see was Renee and Andrew, smiling at each other, and communicating with hand gestures. I couldn’t understand exactly what they were saying, but I understood enough. Renee had a date. And guess who was gonna prepare her for it. Yeah, that’s right: Me!

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I was relieved when the bell rang. Trust me, I’m a romantic, but Renee and Andrew were just to hot for me to handle. I looked at my schedule to see what was next. I had gym fourth period, so I walked back downstairs and made my way to the quad outside. As I arrived I saw people lined up against the wall by the stairway to the quad. I figured this was how the teacher did role call, so I took my spot on the wall. After a minute or two, the instructor, Mr. Metts, came down the stairs, with his bag of gloves, bats, and softballs in his left hand, and a clipboard, most likely with the students’ names on it, in his right. At that point, began to call role. I waited until he got to the Cs, when he called out my name. “Carver.” “Present.” I replied. He put a check next to my name. “Okay… Benjamin Conway!” I froze, then became really giddy at the sound of his name. I looked over and saw him, his dirty blonde hair shining in the sun, his blue eyes giving off a similar reflection. “Here!” he called out. As Mr. Metts continued the role call, all I could do was stare at him, basking in his radiance. I figured I’d see him around eventually, but the first day? He looked in my direction and I whipped my face away, so I didn’t make him fell like he was being stalked. I think he noticed anyway, but he didn’t say anything.

“Okay, now that we are done role, let’s split into teams. Conway! Gordan! You’re the captains today, so take your picks, starting with you, Conway!” Ben walked up in front of the rest of us, along with Mark Gordon, the other captain. Ben looked at all of us, wondering who to pick. “Umm… Jeremy!” He called out his best friend. Now it was Mark’s turn. “Troy!” Ben once again looked at the group. “Katie!” A junior walked up to join his team. “Talia!” A sophomore pranced up to join Mark’s company. Ben looked around, his eyes scanning the rest of us, until he stopped upon me. “Harley!” As soon as Ben called my name, I walked up to the team and stood there, still taking in Ben’s presence. His short but messy hair, his large biceps, the way his shirt clung to his defined chest and stomach, the way his blue eyes looked at me…
Yikes! I was caught red-handed, and red-faced. I kept the eye contact with him, until he winked at me. What did that mean? I asked myself this question over and over again, until the teams were picked.

Our team was first to bat, and Katie was the one to start us off, striking out. She put the bat down on the ground, and I went up next, hoping to do better than she did. The first pitch was a miss, and I got a strike. I hit the next pitch, but it was a foul ball. I asked the pitcher to wait a second, so I could recompose myself, and try one last time. This time I hit it, and it was a fair ball this time. It went pretty far, far enough for me to reach third base. I stood there, as I waited for my time to run. Jeremy went up to the plate. He hit the ball, and I ran to home. As I looked back, I was surprised to see that someone had caught the ball, and he started to return it to the pitcher to tag me out, but I ran as fast as I could, bowling over the third baseman in the process, as well as banging my knee on the ground. It hurt pretty badly for falling on grass, but because I knocked over the baseman by mistake, the ball went flying right past him, giving me the queue to run back to home. I started to get up, and my knee hurt a lot, but I continued to limp back to home. As I looked up, I saw Ben running towards me. “What are you – whoa!” Before I could finish that thought, he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder like a rag, and carried me back to home plate. I was extremely surprised, partly because he did it with such ease, but also that he did it at all. I could have made it back myself, but I wasn’t complaining about the help.

As he set me down on the grass behind the plate, he looked at my knee and cringed. “Ouch! That had to hurt.” At first I didn’t know what he was talking about, but when I looked at my knee, I was shocked by the size of the bruise in it. Mr. Mitts walked over and examined the bruise. “Hmm… Conway, would you accompany Mr. Carver to the infirmary?” “No, don’t be silly. I can make it there myself.” I began to rise, but the pain overwhelmed me once more. “Not in the shape you’re in.” Mr. Mitts nodded to Ben and he help me off the ground and put my arm around his shoulder, and walked me up the stairs.

Most of the trip to the infirmary was silent, until about halfway when Ben spoke up. “So… that was a pretty nasty fall back there.” My face went pink, as I stammered my reply. “Y-Yeah, it was. So why did you do that?” He took a while before answering. “I guess it’s just force of habit.” He said smiling. I had to smile back, unsure if it was because I liked the guy of if the line was overused. “Yeah, right. What’s the real reason?” He turned a shade of pink to match my own. “Well… you see, the thing is… I kinda need your help with something.” Of course he did. I’m used to people being nice to me for the sole reason of wanting something from me. “Okay… what do you need?” I asked, making sure to hide my sarcasm. “Don’t worry about that now. First, let’s make it to the infirmary.” As we rounded the corner, our destination came into sight. “Well we’re almost here,” he said, “so when do you have lunch?” It took a couple seconds for me to remember, for I hadn’t really memorized my schedule yet. “Sixth period.” “Good. I’ll try and talk to you about it then, okay?” Seeing as I didn’t really have a choice, I nodded, and walked myself into the infirmary. I looked back, and I saw him walking away. He turned around, and saw that I was watching him leave, so he waved at me, and continued back to class.

As I entered, the nurse asked me my name, and before she could ask me what I was here for, she obviously saw the giant bruise. She then asked me to rest there until the end of fifth period. I guess I would have to meet my geometry class another time. As I lay down in the dim room, all I could think about was me, wrapped in Ben’s arms, and I began to wonder if that was what Ben meant when he said he ‘needed help’.

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How'd you like it? I tried to make this chapter a little more hot than the last few, so tell me what you think.

Ps. Things are going to get 'interesting' between Harley and Ben later ;)
 
I'm like on the edge of my seat!!!

Please post a new LONG chapter, please!!!!
 
It'll take me a while to write up the next one, but I've got an interesting sneak peak for you guys.

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Before I could realize what was going on, he reached in, pulled me closer, and kissed me with everything he had. I was surprised, but I kissed right back. When he pulled back, I went forward, as if it was instinct. When we finally ended the kissed, I looked into his eyes, and the look on his face told me he wasn't 'the one'.
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Keep your heads on, and I'll have the rest for you hopefully by the end of the week.
 
I like this story already. Can't wait to see how this story developes.
 
sorry guys, I said I would have it by the end of the week, but life for me has gotten difficult. I don't know how long it'll take me, but I won't be able to post for a few weeks.
 
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