Scaramouche X Debate Club Novels & Stories

“And listen, don’t blow this tonight. No clubs, no all-night drinking. You need every ounce of energy tomorrow. Hype yourselves up, sure, but don’t waste it drowning in booze and stumbling in late. Clear?” “Clear, Coach!” Dismissed, we scattered, phones already out. Scott wasn’t with me at practice; he was busy setting up for the post-training party, but Xavier and Leo wasted no time stirring trouble. “We’re lighting up Club Eden tonight!” Xavier grinned like he’d just scored the winning goal. “And we’re gonna light it up with Spicy!” they chorused, laughing. I froze, my jaw tightening. “Hey. You don’t get to talk about her like that.”

she offered. My jaw clenched, without saying a word. I stood up, storming out of the ridiculous club. Blonde? Kate was blonde, and I was done with the endless parade of useless blondes. I craved a redhead, a ginger, someone with whom I could explore all the things I had in mind. Things I was supposed to be doing to Samira. I made my way to the next strip club, but it was the same story, no gingers. There was one with a ginger wig, but that just infuriated me further.

he started walking away. Cheerleaders, the red haired girl. I smirked taking large steps to catch up to cruiz. " you didn't strike me as a pervert type" I said looking at the cheerleaders who wore extremely exposing clothing while performing flips. I then looked at cruiz who was looking at them dreamily. " being a nerd doesn't make me any less of a man. I'm also an hormonal teenager" he said " why don't you join the players over there, you'll have a better shot at getting their attention instead of drooling stupidly" I suggested changing into a training gear. " what are you doing? " cruiz shrieked " you cant join the basketball team dude" " why not? I'm allowed to choose the club I want to j

Scar scoffed, moving away to save herself from the spill. “What's the occasion” She asked the excited Summer. “Oh,just the perks of being rich” She answered serving the drink. Scar picked a glass as she slowly sipped the drink. “Can you imagine someone threw a problematic discourse,you get to choose one rich and sad or poor and happy” Summer laughed like it was the most hilarious thing she had heard. “Like who brought that dumb idea,can someone be poor and happy” She asked, facing Scar squarely,who stared back at her clearly unsure of what to answer.

Real creation. “Well, you should not laugh at an honest person’s honest words!” Scott smirks. Saying that, he still takes over her glass so she won’t spill more wine on the floor. “Fine! You can put that on him,” Scar throws the tissue “hard” on the table with a fake pout, “It’s not like he is here to defend himself!” “Well--” Scott wants to fight more, but a cold voice breaks the joyful aura-- “Who isn't here to defend himself?”

I think it is only my class that is resuming a week later, the rest of the department are resuming this week. I try to pull my hand from Zane's grip, he doesn't let go, he looks down at me with a questioning look in his disarming eyes and my mouth goes dry. Of course, we are done hiding. All that could go wrong already did and we are still standing. Free and together. But I can't help the knee jerk reaction of trying to hide once we have an audience. I guess it is something to work on. "Professor Orion! I didn't know you were around. Hey, Alex." Martin, a third year who is in my debate club walks up to us with a smile.

Plus, it would be a great time to work on the task I was given. Morgan scrunched up her nose. “Um.” She seemed hesitant to give me an answer. “I have meetings until six, but I can always do an hour or two after that.” “Debate, right.” I was almost positive that she was the leader of the academic nerd debate club. Not that there was anything wrong with that organization, but it seemed that whoever was involved with that social suicide tended to be a bit more book smart than the average student. Thus, making them look like nerds.

Cass Classes were over. I spent the whole day with Maura; going to school together, eating lunch together, and not to mention teasing Noah together. Apparently, Maura is annoyed with Noah since the day she met him. She told me that before she even knew his name, there was a sensation in her heart that makes her agitated whenever Noah is around. I'm guessing because the two of them are worlds apart. One is a lady and the other is a delinquent; I can see why Maura feels enraged with Noah. I, on the other hand, don't exactly know how I feel toward that numbskull. I do, however, enjoy Maura's company. If it weren't for the club meeting, Maura and I wouldn't have parted ways. She's in the school

Then I called Christy to chat a little with her. “Come on Molly, you are no longer a new student, there are a lot of clubs in the school, find one to join. There are the drama club, the singing club, the debate club, the fashion club, the math club and you are very good in math, oh and they also have the nerd club, so which is it going to be?” “None,” I deadpanned. “Oh come, don’t be a killjoy.” “What of you, which one are you in?”

Staying firm, he heads back inside and expectedly hears the giggling crowd who’s having the moment as the University’s club representatives under sports, academic, arts, and music are introducing and at the same time advertising their clubs hoping to have a recruit to their circle. Currently having the sports club that by any means are all hunks and attractive boys. He shakes his head, yet expecting much from the girls and their typical teen stuck days and having a fan moment and hearts towards the seniors. “Tsk!” clicking his tongue as he lets it slide used to the scene as he perfectly has the greatest example in the identity and very image of his cousin Andrea. He heads back to his seat, w