This is another 8 from my YA story “It’s Not Our Fault” and it should answer the nagging question—if Jordan stalks a girl, how can it be a queer romance?
If anyone’s interested in the whole “stalking” thing the rest of the snippets are here.
As usual, please ignore the creative punctuation. The antho was well-edited and as far as I know does not contain such run-on sentences. 🙂
I’ve clipped the end of the scene with Mr. Thrift Store-Preppy, and this starts a new section.
SO, YOU can imagine how I felt the first day of my photography class when I walked in and saw her brother sitting in the exact center of the room, fooling around with the settings on an amazing camera. The guy had the same angelic profile, all the way down to the pretty pink lips. Maybe a twin? But even twins wouldn’t look that much alike. He tilted his head to get a closer look at… something… and slipped his pinkie into his mouth just like— That wasn’t her brother.
I chose the seat closest to the door, in case any part of her—him?—was still angry with any part of me, and tried to forget she was there by looking through some of my photos. I came across one from that day, and it seemed like a good time to study it; I’d been walking on NW Ninth, a few blocks from Powell’s, the focal point of the shot was a particularly striking architectural feature that I couldn’t remember the name of with the scent of vanilla filling the room.
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This week’s snippet gets us almost to the end of poor Jordan’s “awkward, painful experience in Powell’s City of Books.” Please ignore the creative punctuation—my editor wouldn’t let this through on her worst day!
It’s probably obvious, but the first line is Nay’s.
“Asshole, don’t stalk. It’s not sexy, even if you are cute,” she hissed, her cinnamon breath caressing my lips. When her knee moved back up the inside of my thigh, I didn’t think anything of it until it connected, a little too hard, right where I was feeling so good; my on/off switch.
WHEN THE world wasn’t made of pain anymore and I could open my eyes, I found myself slumped on the floor with my back against the stacks. A guy dressed in a strange combination of thrift-store, preppy, and a Powell’s name badge stood over me. “You okay?” He was grinning.
After three tries I could say “Yes.”
“Then you’ll have to leave—you can’t stalk people here, it’s against store policy.”
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The anthology will be released on September 4th, so next week’s snippet will clear up the question that may (or may not) be nagging at you. Nope, not posting the question until then.
Ain’t it pretty!?
I’m so excited for this release — September 4th is coming up fast!
It’s always a thrill to break into a new genre, and YA is near and dear to my heart. I always thought if S.E. Hinton could do it, why can’t I?
Anyway, delusions of grandeur aside, here’s the blurb to the antho and to my story, and the link to pre-order if you’re so inclined (<3).
First Time for Everything
A Harmony Ink Press Young Adult Title
There’s nothing like the first time. Whether it’s a first crush, first date, first kiss, or finding tolerance and approval for the first time, for gay, lesbian, bi, and trans teens—or those still exploring and discovering their sexuality and identity—these important firsts can shape the rest of their lives. Gathering the courage to come out to their families, admit their feelings to a friend, or go to school presenting as the people they really are can be a struggle. But with the support of their allies and their own inner strength, the brave young people in these stories take the first steps toward happiness and living on their own terms. From sweet stories of newly discovered love, humorous accounts of awkward dinners and dances, to fights for acceptance and even survival, the teens in this anthology must face new challenges and rise to meet them. These are the first times they’ll never forget.
Jordan Pond graduated from high school a year early. He didn’t know he’d have three weeks to fill before his first day of classes at the community college. He also didn’t know that during those seemingly endless weeks he’d have an awkward painful experience at Powell’s City of Books that might turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to him, even if it causes him to question everything he thought he knew about himself.
Everyone in the US, have a fun and safe Labor Day Weekend, and everyone else have a super regular weekend!
I went through the galley proof for “It’s Not Our Fault” today! I already had a huge soft spot for those two kids, but the editors at Harmony Ink helped me polish the story and now it really shines. I can’t wait for September, so I can share it with everyone!
Since I got sideswiped by the Jordan/Nay feels today, this snippet is from their story. I’ve skipped a few sentences past their last snippet, hopefully it’s as easy to follow as… a hot chick out of a café.
I hung around while she ate her cinnamon roll, and when she left I followed her.
Out on the street, it was easy to stay close without getting caught. I didn’t want her to think I was a stalker or anything. I kept my distance, watching the back of her head, hypnotized by the heavy swing of her hair, so I didn’t notice where she was going until she went into the green entrance of Powell’s City of Books. I thought I’d have a joygasm when she stopped to browse in the sci-fi section, but I managed to maintain my composure and settled in to browse there too. How was I going to get up the nerve to talk to her, a goddess, a goth, sci-fi, masturbating goddess?
I’m not worthy.
I’d started to talk myself into leaving when a girl came up and gave her a hug; she called my goddess Nay.
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By the time you read this, I’ll probably be sitting for my last final exam (or at least on my way to that long-awaited, mythical place). In that spirit, I’m sharing from a new story today—it’s so new it doesn’t even have a working title yet.
This is 8 from a bit of flash I wrote to get to know my main character, Sam Baker, a little better. The first line is her older brother Josh, who’s not always a jerk but is pretty much a normal brother—he truly enjoys tormenting her.
“What are you doing, Samantha?”
“Making a list. Why, you writing a book?”
“What kind of list?”
“None of your business.” Ten more days until Josh would leave for college—two thousand miles might be far enough to keep him from poking his long pointy nose into everything I do.
“Things you wish you hadn’t done? You could start it with kissing a girl, and end it with kissing a boy.”
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On Sunday I begin my life as a non-student (that’s a word!) and I plan to bat clean-up on Psyche’s story before I go any further with Sam’s. Depending on how that goes, next week I may share a little more from Psyche’s future world.
Have a great weekend!