It’s that time of year when students have found some good reads and start doing projects. Today, I had the awesome opportunity to see a project created by a student for “So I’m a Double Threat”. I’ve seen them before but it never gets old. The first in the Double Threat series was released in 2009 but continues to have success. I’m so excited and proud to hear all the positive feedback coming from my readers. Don’t worry, the interest coming in for part three in Meg’s story is being heard loud and clear. I think I should post a small excerpt. What do you think? 😉
Okay, okay. No need to yell, here it is…
Big disclaimer: this is very ROUGH!!! No guarantees any of it will make the final cut, or not be edited and revised to death. 
Double Threats Gone SLY…
(11th Grade…already??)
Last night Josh asked us if we wanted a ride, but Trav cut him off and said, “No way…these chicks want to ditch us now remember, so they’re on their own. If they want to go out, act like hoochies, and hook up with a bunch of dudes, let ‘em. But we’re not gonna help them.”
“Fair enough,” Josh agreed with him.
Boys! So difficult. They’re acting like babies just because we want to meet new people. Ok, I’d probably be pissed too if Travis told me he’d like to put things on hold for awhile so he could explore other options. Wow. When I put it like that, it does sound mean. Now I get why he stares me down like he wants to punch me in the face. That glare doesn’t ever last long to make the intended impact on me…but I can see his frustration.
Lydia puts the car in park a few houses down from the party. No way do we want her to pull in the driveway to drop us off.
“Do you have protection?” she asks, jokingly. At least, I think she’s joking.
“Ha ha,” Steph responds.
“I’ll text you later to tell you when I’m going to pick you guys up,” she says.
Steph flips up the seat so Keesh and I can get out, murmuring, “Sounds good,” to her sister.
“Thanks Lyd,” I tell her when I’m out.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She laughs.
Keesh flickers her brows up and down, “Well, I guess that means we can do just about anything.”
Steph chuckles, “Or anyone.”
I burst out laughing.
“Real funny bitches, find your own ride home,” she yells, as the window goes up. She pulls away from the curb, and speeds down the street. Oops. I wonder if she’s serious. Knowing Lydia, it’s a definite possibility.
The shivers hit my body as we walk into Eric’s house. It’s a warm evening so it can’t be the weather. Since I’ve been here before—many times, in fact—you’d think I’d feel comfortable. But I don’t. I haven’t been here in over a year, not since we broke up. Not since I found out he was screwing my best friend. That was so long ago. While I’m still not talking to Amy, Eric and I have sort of patched things up. Enough for me to come to his party anyway.
Last year, my evil math teacher sent us to the office and Eric, Amy, and I had to go to counseling for Conflict Management. It was stupid really. Amy still acted like she didn’t do anything wrong. Bitch. But Eric apologized, and I believe he was sincere. So here I am—in his house.
The festivities are in full swing. Same story, different time. It’s classic really. I bet if I were to go back in time and hit a party my parents went to, it’d be the same old thing. Couples making out on the couch, a group of potheads smokin’ dope in the corner of the yard, football players doing keg stands to prove their manhood, and music blaring to the point you have to yell to be heard. I silently laugh to myself picturing my mom at a party getting down to some New Kids. I don’t even want to think about what my dad would have been listening to. He’s more of the classic rock guy—he was probably into mosh pits and crowd surfing.
“What up ladies. Glad you came,” Eric says, meeting up with us on our way outside. He hugs Keesh and Steph, and when he gets to me it’s more like a quick pat on my shoulder. I’m a little relieved he is just as weirded out by this as I am. “The guys are here already. Over there,” he points out Josh and Travis, “if you’re looking for them.”
“We’re not,” Keesh squeaks out. “We’re gonna get started with a little hip shaking though. Wanna dance?”
“Alright, why not.” Eric follows Keesh out to the patio where people have started to dance, and we trail behind.
The beats are really fast and loud. Before the song finishes, I start to work up a sweat. Steph and I are messing around when I recognize this guy from history last year. He’s cute. Tall, tan, and muscular…probably a water polo player. He’s sporting a longer faux hawk, kinda messy but definitely styled. He probably uses a flat iron, but it’s not bad. Not bad at all. He’s dancing with a bunch of girls so I bet he’s single.
Okay, maybe not. Bummer. Some chick just gave him a beer and splashed a sloppy wet kiss on his mouth. I say sloppy because I could see her tongue poking out before her lips even hit his face. Poor guy. When he’s done with her, he can come my way and I will show him what a hot kiss feels like—one you don’t need a bib to recover from.
“Did you see that?” Steph asks, nodding in their direction.
“Gross huh,” I tell her.
“What a waste…that guy is fine.” She cracks me up. She’s came a long way, making jokes and talking crap. I love it.
“Tell me about it. I was checking him out. Thought he might be an option,” I say, hanging my air quotes.
“You’d have to fight me for him. He’s too tall for you anyway.”
“Everyone is too tall for me.” We both laugh.
“Whatcha guys talking about?” Keesh says, joining our convo as Eric walks away.
“Thought we had a hottie, but turns out he’s taken,” I explain.
“No worries, there’s more where he came from,” Keesh says, looking on as his friends arrive and start doing the fist bumps with our guy.
“Water polo,” I mutter.
“Huh?”
“When I first saw hottie number one, I was thinking he had to be a water polo player with those shoulders and that tan. Look at his friends. Same build, same color…”
“And they’re wearing water polo shirts,” Keesh finishes for me.
“Guess we know what we’ll be doing after school.” Steph winks.
“Any one of them, hopefully,” Keesh says, giggling.
“Oh oh, look at that one,” Steph says, excitedly. “He’s checking you out Meggie.”
I try not to glance in their direction, but I can’t help it. Who cares if they know we’re looking? How else are they supposed to know we’re interested? Duh.
“Ooo. He’s cute. Look at them lips.” Okay, I think I have a mouth fetish. I love nice full lips, ones you just want to suck on. And he definitely has them.
Keesh starts walking over to the water polo team, who are now standing in the corner, red plastic cups in their hands, chatting away.
“What’s she doing?” I ask Steph.
“You never know with her, but it’s gonna be big no matter what it is.”
We try to keep dancing while we fake talk and spy on Keesh. I’m sure we look like idiots, barely moving and bobbing our heads.
“Oh shit, here she comes,” I say.
Steph smacks me, “And not alone.”
“Look what I found,” Keesh squeals as she walks back with three very hot looking guys.
Steph and I don’t utter a word, but smile.
“I brought you ladies an early Christmas present,” she continues. “David is for you Megster.” He plays along with her and holds out a hand to shake mine. When I put my hand in his, he pulls me toward him and spins me around.
“Hey,” I tell him with a giggle.
“And Stephanie, this is Doug.” He leans in and kisses her cheek.
“I’m not as graceful as he is.” Doug waves his hand at David.
Steph looks mesmerized. “That’s okay, I’m far from graceful myself.”
“Steve, these are my girls…Stephanie and Megan.”
“What up?” he greets us.
“Word,” I say. WTF. Did I just say that? I may as well have flashed a peace sign while I’m at it.
“Don’t mind her,” Keesh says. “Let’s dance.”
“You wanna?” I look up at tall fine David and ask.
“Word,” he replies. Funny and fine. He has my approval.
And he can move. Thank you. I absolutely refuse to go out with a guy who cannot dance. I’d go out with the most butt ugly dude in the world if he could dance before I’d go out with the most gorgeous guy in the world if he had zero in the rhythm department. I need a man who can do a little bumpin’ and grindin’ with me.
And David sure can.
We’re dancing face to face, fingers laced together, moving side to side with the beat. My heart is thumping fast and I’m feeling warm all over, and not just because I’m getting a workout. This guy is H-O-T and he’s making me feel like I have my body in a fireplace. He drops one of my hands, and places his on my hip. As we sway, he pushes me away slightly and spins me around so my backside is up to his front. With both of his strong hands around my waist, I feel like I’m going to burst. I can feel his breath on my neck and I sneak a peek up at him. He smiles at me. I wanna say, “Kiss me fool.” But I don’t. One side of my mouth curves up with a flirtatious grin.
Tearing my eyes away from his, but leaving my ass shaking in his lap, I glance back at the party and my jaw drops in shock. Or horror. Or both.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, as my steamy dance comes to an abrupt stop.
“Nice to see you too Meggie.”
What do you think? Who is that at the end? Who’s getting in the way of Meg’s fun? Who do you want it to be?
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Argh!! This writer leaves me wanting to read more!!!!!! And it better be Alex >:D Makes the book more saucy 😀 !