As you do when you're brainstorming, I wrote all of these snippits...trying to figure out which one I really wanted to write. And Riley Walker, Maysie's snarky but loyal best friend, kept coming back to me. The truth is I incorporated so much of my own personality into Riley as I put together Bad Rep that she quickly became on of my favorite characters. And I've been dying to see where her story goes.
One of the first little bits I wrote went like this: "I had been dumped. And we're talking, take-his-testicles-off-with-a-teaspoon dumped." I just loved that and so the idea for the "sequel" went from there.
There you have it...the next "Bad Rep" book will be about Riley and Garrett, the lead guitarist of Generation Rejects. Where that ends up, only time will tell. I know people will be disappointed this isn't a book entirely focused on Jordan and Maysie. They'll be around of course. And you'll get to see how they're holding up. But I really wanted to write in Riley's voice. Because I love her attitude and I love her snark and I KNOW she will be so much fun to figure out. So here is a tiny piece of Riley's story, the Bad Rep spin off...Again, no title has been decided on but I usually come up with those as I go. Will keep you posted of course!
ENJOY!!
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Dear God on everything that is
holy, please don’t let me strangle this guy! I gnashed my
teeth together, feeling the overwhelming urge to smack the shit out
of Maysie for dragging me to the seventh level of hell with her. Or
otherwise known as a Generation Rejects after party.
Sure this may be her thing. She
played the part of rock star girlfriend really well. And more power
to her. But she had gotten a wild hair up her ass thinking I needed
to party, enjoy my youth, blah blah blah. So here I was, surrounding
myself with drunken jack asses as they tried to rub against each
other (or me if I wasn’t paying attention) in some sort of scary
mating ritual. Sorry, I missed that episode of Wild Planet.
“Don’t you think?” Huh? I
blinked in exaggerated slowness, making it clear that I hadn’t
heard a damn thing he had said. Garrett wasn’t put off by my
blatant disinterest. I think the dude could talk to a brick wall.
Garrett Bellows, lead guitarist of Generation Rejects, Jordan’s
roommate, and the guy I had been engaged in a one sided conversation
with for the past fifteen minutes. One sided meaning that he was
talking and I could care less. I had tuned out around the time he
started waxing poetic about surfing at night during some trip to
Hawaii last year.
I really hated these pseudo
philosophical types. You know the ones that smoked a bowl or two and
suddenly they were Plato reincarnated; talking about the meaning of
life and how it had to be a government conspiracy that McDonald’s
only rolled out the McRib a few times a year.
“I’m sorry. You’ll have to run
that by me again. I was too busy trying to remember why the hell I
let Maysie talk me into coming here in the first place.” I said,
infusing more than a little bit of asshole into my tone. Okay, so
maybe the guy didn’t deserve to have a firsthand encounter with
Riley Walker, Mega Witch, but I was in a bad mood and feeling
annoyingly heartbroken; which made me rude and more than a little
punchy.
I didn’t handle humiliation and
disappointment very well on a good day. And Damien, ex-douche and
overall shitty human being had dosed out both in plentiful supply
over the last two weeks. And today was anything but a good
day.
I fully expected Garrett to call me a
bitch and leave me alone to stew in my bitter juices. I was really
hoping he would anyway. But the idiot did no such thing.
Instead he laughed. He freaking
laughed! Was he missing a few of those brain cells that were
required to recognize when someone was being a complete and total
fuck face to you? Oh God, maybe he thought my attitude was
endearing! Shit, I hadn’t thought that he might be one of those
crazies who got off on bitchy girls. Retreat Riley! Retreat!
“You have one huge ass chip on your
shoulder. Does it work for you?” Garrett asked lazily and my eyes
snapped up to his. He spoke in a slow drawl that was either meant to
be dead sexy or a perfect cure for insomnia.
“Does what work for me?” I
asked him warily, not sure where he was going with this. He pushed a
hand through his hair and narrowed a pair of thoughtful blue eyes in
my direction. I couldn’t really make up my mind if I thought
Garrett was good looking or not. His dirty blonde hair was on the
longish side, hanging down to his shoulders. I wasn’t typically
into guys with long hair, but this dude sort of worked it. He wasn’t
overly tall, probably coming in around 5 foot 11 with a wiry frame
that he seemed to like to show off, given the amount of time he spent
without a shirt on. Though if I had defined abs like that, I’d
probably be topless all the time, tits and all.
His cornflower blue eyes could have
been appealing if they weren’t blood shot and glazed over. He
exuded that laid back could-give-a-shit demeanor that only came after
inhaling a copious amount of THC into your system. And given the
number of chicks who had attempted to get his attention since he had
plopped down beside me to begin the most asinine conversation in
history; he must have some sort of magnetism. Too bad I was wearing
my armor of snark and not remotely susceptible to any of his possible
charms.
I could admit that I had already
dismissed him as a low functioning stoner who was smoking away the
last of his brain cells. But then his question and his following
statement caught me off guard.
Garrett leaned forward and rested his
elbows on his knees. He waved a hand in my direction. “This. The
whole I’m-a-bitch-so-stay-the-fuck-away act. I get that this
probably isn’t your scene. I bet you’d rather be at some eco
warrior save the pandas meeting or something. You seem like the idealistic
save the world type.” I bristled at his annoyingly astute
observation.
“Wow, so you picked that all up from
the complete lack of conversation we were having? Can I add deluded
quasi psychic to your resume? Right under wannabe rock star?” I
said rather nastily, not wanting to give anybody the upper hand.
Particularly this grunged out dope head whose eyes seemed to have
cleared a bit. And I couldn’t help but notice that, yeah, they
were pretty appealing. How obnoxious.
“Well, you’re wearing Reco jeans,
which points to the fact that you think you’re environmentally
conscious but in reality it smacks of pretention if you ask me.” I
opened my mouth to tell him he could take his bullshit preconceptions
and shove them straight up his ass. But I didn’t get a chance
because he just kept going, whether I wanted him to or not.
“And then there’s that shirt. I’m
sure you spent a long time stitching all those little patches
together. Does that make you feel better than everyone else? The
fact that you sew your own clothes and wear pants made from plant
shit? Because I bet you just feel really lonely. And sad. So you
throw out this attitude and judgmental BS hoping no one calls you on
it. And if they do, that only proves they aren’t worth your notice
or your time.” Garrett delivered his stinging critique with a
frustrating blasé smile. Like he was commenting on the weather! When in truth he was flaying me alive. I wanted to punch
him in his stupidly attractive face. Because yes damn it, I suddenly
realized he was pretty darn cute. And I hated him!
“Whatever.” I hissed out getting
to my feet. Garrett laughed and I realized I had reacted just as he
expected me to. Well, who cares, I didn’t need this crap.
“Have fun dulling your senses and
killing your brain cells.” I bit out as he pulled a joint from his
pocket and lit up.
He pulled in a lung full of smoke and
slowly exhaled. “And you enjoy standing up on your soap box while
you doll out your all-important criticisms. I’m sure it’ll make
for a fun evening.” He said drolly as he turned to a pretty girl
who sat down beside me. She giggled and leaned into him as he slung
an arm around her shoulders. He literally turned his back to me as
though I had been dismissed.
What a dick!
I stood there fuming. No one out
bantered Riley Walker. Especially not a guitar playing, pot smoking,
needs a hair cut in the worst way, jack ass.
So I stormed off. It was only much
later that I realized Garrett Bellows had done something more than
piss me off and incite my urge to maim and kill. He had made me
forget about Damien. And for the first time in weeks I hadn’t been
depressed and miserable.
Huh. Interesting.
I am so excited about this book ahhhhhhh! You are amazing XXX
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ReplyDeleteOhhhh I cannot wait for this book now.. It sounds amazing already!! Arghh what a tease!!!! :) x
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Oh Goodie!!!! This book will ROCK for sure with sparks these two have.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to read this new book. When is it coming out? I'm really excited to see what's happening with Riley. And I think Garrett will make for an interesting read
ReplyDeleteI love Riley!! She's so feisty
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