Scaramouche X Debate Club Novels & Stories

“That’s the spirit, Scar! We’re gonna rock Club Inferno like never before!” Aurora grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “That’s the spirit, Scar! We’re gonna tear up that dance floor and leave them all in awe.” Maeve sighed, knowing that arguing with Aurora was futile. "Fine, let's go to Club Inferno. But if we end up in a fight with those Underground jerks, it's on you, Aurora." “Whatever! You are going to have the best time of your life, bitch!” Aurora guffawed.

A magical broadcast. The air above the central table shimmered, resolved into the translucent figure of Lord Alaric - President of the Debate Club, scion of House Ignis, the particular kind of aristocrat who wore his power like a second skin and expected the world to adjust its temperature accordingly. "The inter-house debate compilation approaches," his voice boomed, layered with enchantment that made the stone tremble. "The god of wisdom has blessed this year's tournament. The topic shall be revealed on the day of contest - no preparation, no prediction, only the raw capacity to think and persuade under pressure."

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?”

Scar asked, batting her lashes at him. “No. I don't like you.” He yelled back, picking up the ball. “Are you still sore about the last game?” She asked. “You cheated. That fûcking brother of mine helped you, otherwise I’d have won.” “How about we play again?” Scar asked and looked at the girls around her. “What do you think, girls?” My princess met my eyes and said, “It’s going to be girls vs boys.” Dominic laughed. “Oh, you are going to loose.”

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

Declan brings up, "and has been somewhat bizarre from that point onward." I take the primary nibble of my homemade breakfast, delighting at the pleasantness I'm at last ready to enjoy. Regardless of how irritating Liam might be, I feel fortunate that things have turned out along these lines. "We should not discuss Oliver," Declan excuses after a long, off-kilter quietness, "educate her regarding the club, Sebastian." "Better believe it," I concur, "what club?" "We own a dance club in the city called Twilight. It is quite possibly of the best club you will track down anyplace in the state," Sebastian says, "and it is additionally the way that we bring in our cash."

“You’re the dumb one, idiot.” “At least I’m not dumb enough to think I’m the Easter Bunny.” Scarlet shot back. “So you are dumb?” Kaileeh asked with a smirk. “At least you know it. Now, if you’d just learn to tell the difference between sarcasm, clueless one.” “I just think you’re jealous,” Scarlett spoke. “Of what?” Sage asked. “Oh, yes. Bimbos like you just make me extremely jealous. I want to be an airhead just like you when I get older. You know-“

And shit, I find them cringe as fuck. Then, the message pops up. “DO YOU NEED A TRY OUT?!” The message says, blinking in red and silver on my screen as if my laptop has caught a virus. This is crazy. This is insane. I stare at it for some seconds before pressing on it and it leads me to another site entirely. “LA DEBAUCHÉ.” It reads. I squint and sit properly. And after some minutes, I came to a conclusion. La Debauché seems to be an exclusive gay club that has an ad running on the gay side of p**n hub and they prioritise customer’s privacy more than anything else based on demand.