Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

2008-09-07T09:08:04Z

F o x t r o t U n I f o r m C h a r l I e K I l o

Summary: Cody has come to the conclusion that the only logical reason his crush’s boyfriend and personal tormentor is always on his mind is because he has been clearly bewitched by the bastard.

Author’s Notes: This is something I cooked up while having to endure a ten-hour bus ride to nowhere. Just note that this is a prologue, so the chapter is short for a reason. The next chapters will be longer.

Enjoy!

Prologue

Something I call personality

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war, love is growing up.

- James Baldwin

Now, for the record, I'm usually not a violent person. Honestly. I can barely stomach horror flicks (It probably has more to do with the fact that in every horror film, the voluptuous damsel in distress is being chased by some psycho killer wielding a massive butcher knife and decides to ignore her initiative by running up the stairs to lock herself in the bathroom. Every other normal person would have legged it out of the front door and call for help. But then, that's so beside the point) and don't even get me started on the shoot-‘em-up action films. Pfft. Please.

The fact of the matter is that this violent streak in me only comes out when a certain person/idiot/cretin/the three-day-old gum that's stuck to the bottom of my shoe is within a mile radius of my personal bubble. One minute I'm the happy-go-lucky Cody Bennett everyone knows and loves me for and then he swaggers into the picture with that stupid annoying leer plastered to his face and its like an alarm bell goes off in my head and a curtain of red falls over my yes ‘KILL MAIM KILL!'

The guy is the sole reason why life isn't so dandy in Cody World. In fact, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if someone pointed him out to be the devil incarnate. Because, you know, the devil went all out on the twit. He is the bane of my existence. The annoying itch on the sole of my foot. The bit of cabbage stuck between my teeth. The black smudge on an otherwise beautifully painted piece of canvas.

This black smudge has a name, unfortunately. I hate saying it though. It's like saying Lord Voldemort to Ron Weasley, accept I go into a shaking, shuddering mass of jittery geeky manliness.

His name is Dylan Greeves.

Shudder. Twitch.

God, that boy is damn annoying. No, scratch that. Annoying doesn't have enough emotion to it. Try infuriating. Yeah, that's better. Infuriating with a capital I. He's the most infuriating guy I had the misfortune to meet and it looks like I’m not going to get rid of him anytime soon.

I should probably explain myself better. Alright, here goes.

Dylan has always been able to get a rise out of me, has from the word go. He thinks he is so badass. Okay, so maybe he really is the badass he makes out to be. He moved to this city when he was fourteen years old, and I swear to God he didn’t bother trying to talk to anyone for the whole year. It was like the very thought of interacting with us mere mortals was beneath him. He exuded ‘don’t touch me’ vibes to anyone who ventured too close to his person. That and his cocky and arrogant attitude just cried out BASTARD to me.

Obviously girls are really attracted to that type of guy. They all swoon at his feet. I don’t think I will ever get that. He comes to school drunk, smokes in the parking lot in front of the teachers (who do jack shit to stop him) and is constantly in detention for a whole number of stupid things. There are even rumours that he has connections to the Russian Mafia. Remind me again why girls think that’s so hot?

He still doesn’t talk much (save for the scathing insults he flings at people who annoy him), skips constantly, and cannot be bothered to do any of his homework. I can’t understand how he hasn’t been thrown out yet. Maybe he has bribed a nerd to take his exams. Or maybe he does extra curricular activities with the librarian, if you get my drift.

Even if our librarian, Miss Evens, is a sixty-year-old demon woman spawned from Hell. It would certainly explain his attitude, the cretin.

People like him don’t usually bother me. People like Dylan went one way while people like me went the other. I used to fly under his radar. Completely invisible and torture-free. Now, I will be totally honest with you: I am a geek. I like fantasy, computer games, classic novels, junk food, comics, cartoons, and heavy metal. What guy doesn’t, deep down? I’m also accident-prone. I think I will be stuck in that awkward teen stage for the rest of my life. But despite all this, I manage to escape the major harassment that happens to many of my social status. I guess it has something to do with the fact I have a sense of humour to brush the insults off and common sense not to bring my comics into school or talk Clingon in front of the football players. I’m not really hated, just ‘ignored’ by the cool people. Life was so simple and uncomplicated.

I probably wouldn’t have such a big problem with him if it weren’t for the fact that he has made it his personal goal to make my life a living hell after he found out that a have a major crush on his girlfriend.

But I digress.

It is HE who is standing in my way of my happily ever after with the love of my life.

The love of my life being the one and only Rebecca Chase. How could I possibly describe someone such as this nymph-like creature? A thousand adjectives spring to mind, but none could possibly justify her loveliness.

Beautiful.

Gah, She is so god dammed beautiful, it hurts to breath properly. Every time I catch a glimpse of her down a hallway, or hear her glorious voice, I turn into a nervous gibbering wreck. It’s probably a very good thing that I never ever get to talk to her. The closest I have ever got to something that resembled a conversation with her was when she asked me if I had a spare pen she could borrow. I will never forget it:

“Hey, do you have a pen I could borrow?”

Bug eyes. “Wha?”

“A pen? Do you have one?”

“I…gishchrfu…”

“…”

“I take that as a no then?”

“…fhrfhfhvbh…”

…I am such a bloody moron. Seriously. I even surprise myself with the new levels of ‘loser’ I can reach. After that embarrassing episode, my only contact with her is staring at the back of her head in history class. It really is a very pretty head, though. You have no idea how many times I have caught myself being fixated by her long blonde hair. The strands were like spun silk. It smelt so good too, like strawberries and cream. Sometimes she flips it over her shoulder as she writes and it spills onto my desk. I have to remember where I am and physically stop myself from reaching out to touch it.

However, as I was saying, Dylan is standing in the way of my happily ever after with the beautiful Rebecca. Why is it that all the beautiful innocent girls have to come with dicks for boyfriends?

They just started dating, right out of the blue. I mean, come on, the golden girl and the delinquent? People like them don’t usually mix. It seemed like they were the darling couple over night and the social hierarchy was turned upside down. He was not, after all, a jock. He made the jocks tip toe around him and make them piss their pants with so much as a look. It was rather amusing, right up to the point when he directs the look at you.

And he likes to direct the look at me all the time. He singles me out as his guinea pig for torture and humiliation. You know, because he is a giver like that. I still don’t quite know how it all happened, though. But somehow he knew. He knew I was crushing on his girlfriend. Maybe I was too obvious in my staring. Maybe I sighed her name aloud too many times. Maybe he had a crystal ball he could look into. Either way, he knew I get boners over his girlfriend and he was making my life miserable for it.

…Jesus, maybe he’s a witch? Or do you call male witches warlocks? He could have secret powers and cast the evil eye on me, knows what is going through my mind. Knows where I am at all times to exact his revenge in stupid annoying pranks. Has powers to put images inside my head of him throttling me in my sleep. Of him flushing my head down the toilet. Of him shoving me up against a wall and sticking his tongue down my throat-

Okay, what the hell just happened?

OH. MY. GOD.

He really is a witch! Warlock! Scary person with magical powers!

AND HE’S POISONING ME!

To Be Continued…

…Right. Well, I hope you enjoyed it. This is simply a chapter to lay the foundations of the story out. Next chapter will go back in time and explained the whole thing.

Review, my pretties!

First post, first whine.

2008-06-16T10:24:01Z

Ugh. Writing shouldn't have to be this hard. Really.

I love writing. It's what i want to do with my life. But somewhere along the line of writing for pure enjoyment and really taking it seriously, i never realised how much hard work you put into it.

I am so much more aware of plot holes, plot development, character development and world building. I am continuously re-reading everything and re-writing bits and pieces that i have to wonder if my writing is any good. It could be a good sign that i am pouring my blood, sweat and tears into this thing, but does it actually mean its a good piece of fiction?

I don't write as fast as i used to, which is a bit aggravating, nor do i like how i write anymore. Perhaps a little of my low self-confidence in real life creeping in there.

Either way, i might have to post part of it onto a writing community and see what other people think from an entirely different point of view.

::Headdesk::

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Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

First post, first whine.