New Adult Threesome Contest Entry #13

Title: CURVE

Genre: New Adult Contemporary

Word count: 71,000 words

Query:

English Everygirl Cass is seventeen and never been kissed, let alone touched, when one night of humiliation brings two boys into her life.  Flynn is the older brother of her best friend, yet Cass has never considered him as anything other than that.  Rob is the school sports star and becomes obsessed with Cass when he loses a bet because of her.  Her relationship with Flynn takes Cass's breath away with its passion and intensity, helping her feel more confident about herself. 

However, Rob's malevolence spirals out of control and one terrible night change her life forever.  The aftermath threatens to destroy her relationship with Flynn, her family, her sense of self.

First 250:

Things like this don’t happen to me.

As we swayed slightly awkwardly in time with the warblings of a ballad being sung by one of those manufactured boybands, I tried to enjoy the moment for what it was: me, Cass Jones, dancing with Rob Meadows at the Sixth Form Christmas party. Rob Meadows, star of the school rugby team. Rob Meadows, blonde god of gorgeousness. Me.

The evening was coming to an end and, after the rowdy jump-dancing of earlier, the DJ was playing the compulsory slow numbers that signalled the end of the party for some but just the start of the evening for others.  And there I was, still dancing.

The Sixth Form Christmas party was a highlight of the school social calendar, especially as it usually provided significant fodder for the yearbook.  All of Year 13 had started to think about lives beyond school, our small town, even our friends, as part of the university application process.  Consequently, there was a sense of desperation to our attempts to create some happy memories to take with us.  There we were, on the cusp of legal adulthood, yet not really sure of our place in the world.

Neve and I had debated whether or not to even bother going to the party.  As habitual residents of the social periphery, we didn’t really belong to any of the usual cliques found in most high schools.  And we were OK with that, enjoying the sense of irony in watching those cliques shift and re-shape, occasionally even imploding.