Scaramouche X Debate Club Novels & Stories

"Babble already gave us the proof, yet you're still denying it! Security, you need to arrest this thief right now! That acceptance letter in her hand belongs to Phoebe!" The crowd of freshmen and parents watching from the sidelines had swollen by the minute. Phones were out everywhere, recording every second. "Are these people in a cult or something?" "This is unreal! They showed up at Pemberton with chatbot screenshots, and they're accusing someone legit of stealing their spots?" "Get this on video! This is the most unhinged thing I've seen all year." The stares and whispers from the crowd did not shame Phoebe in the slightest. If anything, she saw it as an opportunity to escalate.

"As this brute just said, my name is Scarlet Relezea. I'm a second year from the fashion department." "Ah, I'm Black Vera." I replied. "I'm a second year from the arts department." "You're new here, aren't you?" "Yes." "I knew it. No old student would ever even think about being friends with this wild monkey. I feel so sorry for you, you poor soul." "If I'm a monkey, then you're a gorilla." Crimson passively commented. "Ignoring this useless brute, can you tell me why you need clothes?" "Ah, we're performing at the club recruitment, but I didn't know we had to bring an extra pair of clothes." I replied.

*Flashback* The campus was buzzing with students who were chattering away. It was the first day of the Spring semester and everyone was back from their vacations, ready to start their new classes. Several clubs had begun to recruit members, setting up booths and stalls to promote themselves using creative means. “Join the Business Club and get your businesses started!” one of the students shouted. “Debate Club is where you can express yourselves freely!” another student shouted. Many of them were attracting interested members who gathered around all the stalls except for one.

Clara, Sophia, and Natasha, those who were in Camilla's gang and used to bully her in college in groups. 'Yeah, it's a fucking banquet for the next Edwards princess! How could they lose such a chance of getting rich within a night!?' Not wanting to draw too much attention, Scar just changed her route, without giving any glance at them. "Hey, rude battery? We're talking to you!" Annoyed by her indifferent face, the girl called Natasha screamed while blocking her way. "Move away." Scar raised hear head and warned them, "I have no interest in your shit."

But it was from Shay. 'Club du Manchot has a gig Friday. You two in?' Right, the whole going to a club with Declan plan. Amara smiled; Club du Manchot was usually pretty chill in terms of intensity. They had steady rhythms, restricted drug use, and areas that weren't always jam-packed with people. Drinking was occasionally a problem, but that was nothing new to clubs. "Hey Declan; are you busy next Friday night?" Amara asked. "No. Nope. I am not," he said quickly.

Starting tomorrow we’d have to take our surveillance into the skeezy clubs. The first of which would be the fight club, word around town told us that there was some kind of event being held there, and if I knew Alexander Ducane, he wouldn’t miss the chance to attend in order to expand his contacts and dealings. It was common knowledge the Lions Den was the place to go if you wanted to rub shoulders with the skeevy underground elite. There was no doubt in my mind that the opportunistic bastard would pass this up—not for anything in the word.

How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric? Eric is getting jealous of Arthur, did he ever get to know his truth. Or Scarlett will make this a trump card? Clubbing, is it the best idea or what's going to happen? Who is that man? If ...If it is our hero then what store for them? A dangerous kick to Romance, Romance in Club.Haha Pls, share your views. It motivates me a lot. Purva Narang (Your Writer) Till the next time

data-p-id=dda35ee9688ab656018630958e035c89,Xoxo :Tam-Tam❤ data-p-id=44d748a483da0e2dd7f9e6e75cf9c9af,"You posted this as an invite on the school’s platform?" I ask again, even though she'd already answered me about five times. "Yes Sasha, I did and don't worry about it, the girls and I booked the entire club so they'll be enough space for everyone and it won't look overcrowded." She replies and I deadpan. "You booked the entire club?" I yell in both anger and surprise.

Morgan ignored him and asked, "Renee, which club do you want to sign up for?" Renee, still hung up on losing the fight to her roommate, said, "I'd like to sign up for kickboxing." "Don't. The guys in kickboxing are no good. We have an expert at home," Morgan argued. Renee said, "Hm. How about the debate team?" Morgan reminded her, "You can learn from me for free." "Computer sciences?" Morgan mused, "Julian is good at that." In the end, Renee had no idea what to sign up for. Morgan suggested, "Alright. You can learn kickboxing from Valerie and debate from me. If you're interested in computer science or driving, Julian can teach you.

“So I can be the nerd behind the curtain while Chad Bradley gets the mix? Hell no.” Striked two. “How about the Big Brother program? One hour everyday with a middle schooler.” I smiled. He scoffed. “Pass. I am not babysitting. Kids are scared of me. What if he cries and all that? Too risky and sticky. Next.” “Okay. We have something suitable here. Debate club.” Trevor laughed. “You want me in an argument with A.P kids? Gosh. It's so nerdy I won't be able to curse. Nope. Too boring a fake. I won't even say the word ‘fuck’” he complained.