Friday, July 25, 2014

Spark: An Imagine That Novel Chapter 1

Sunday, August 26th

The clacking of computer keys was drowned out by the alternative rock music blaring from the speakers installed throughout the van. Jay McConnell's fingers glided at a surprising speed, his brown eyes darting from the dim laptop screen to the small notebook settled on the armrest. His best friend Dean Oliver drummed his hands against the steering wheel as he drove, but Jay had tuned him out hours ago when he started working on his stories.

His mind was in a state of auto-pilot, his eyes registering the words on the notebook pages and transferring them to his laptop through his fingers with little time to think of much else. His imagination ran the scene through his conscious mind, immersing him in the emotions and experiences of each character involved.

A playful punch struck his left bicep, snapping him back ot reality with a jolt. He glanced over at Dean, who was driving with only one hand as he withdrew his dark brown fist, his dark eyes glued to the road.

Jay pushed his crimson red rectangular glasses up the bridge of his nose, blinking away the effects of staring at a computer screen for hours. “What?” he asked.

Dean pointed out the windshield at the sign they were quickly approaching. “We've reached Middletown,” he said, shouting to be heard over the loud music. “How do I get to the college?”

Jay didn't hesitate as he minimized the document he was currently working on and pulled up the directions he copied off the Internet. He paused the music as he relayed the directions to the African-American boy in the driver's seat, and ten minutes later, they turned into the west driveway leading into Severin University.

Jay's mouth hung agape as he stared in awe at the large college campus for the second time in his life. It hadn't changed very much from when he and Dean had visited to investigate it, hoping to make it their first choice. But arriving as college freshmen made the entire experience feel much more different, accomplished.

“We've made it!” he whispered excitedly.

Dean smirked. “Hell, yeah, we did!”

Jay closed his laptop and notebook and shoved them deep inside his messenger bag with some of his other belongings. He felt excited anticipation well up in his chest as Dean drove the dark blue utility van past dormitories, academic buildings, and the college's recreational center. College students of various sizes and shapes were cattered everywhere, hauling their belongings from cars to dormitories, hugging their families good-bye, even some just lazing about under the shade of lush trees.

Dean pulled up to a two-story structure approximately the size of a small office complex and parked the van. “Let's hurry up and find out which dorm we're bunking in,” he said, grinning as he unbuckled his seatbelt. “I can't wait to check out the hotties!”

Jay laughed as he climbed out of the van. “What makes you think that we're gonna be rooming together?”

“Why wouldn't we? We asked them to put us in the same room when we got accepted. Aren't they supposed to honor requests like that?”

The Caucasian shook his head, using an index finger to push his rectangular glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “I don't think things work like that, bro. Don't you think they get requests like that all the time?”

Now that they were out of the van, the boys stretched their cramped and restless legs, and it was clear to anyone who passed by that Jay was at least six inches taller than his best friend, but was lankier. Dean had clearly defined upper body muscles, similar to a linebacker on a varsity football team, while Jay was more toned, like a runner.

“Ugh! Remind me whose idea it was to drive all night?” Dean groaned, shaking the stiffness out of his legs.
Jay smirked. “Yours―you didn't want to get here at night.”

“Oh...right.” Dean pulled a rubber band from his pocket and tied his dreadlocks into a messy ponytail, leaving a strand free. “Why didn't you talk me out of it?”

Jay laughed. “You're kidding me, right? In all the time we've known each other, I've never been able to talk you out of anything.”

“True, but there's a first time for everything.”

The taller boy rolled his eyes and brushed his long bangs back. “Let's just go get our information. I want to get unpacked by nightfall.”

Dean started walking towards the building and glanced over his shoulder to make sure his best friend was following, then stopped abruptly in mid-stride. Jay noticed and turned around to look at what had captured the shorter boy's attention.

A rather attractive woman that appeared to be in her mid-thirties walked towards them in a gray business suit, her matching high heels giving off staccato clicks with each step. She sported tortoise-shell glasses and had her dark brown hair tied up in a neat bun with an unsharpened pencil holding it in place. She carried a black leather briefcase in her right hand, and when Jay peered closer, he saw no evidence of a wedding ring.

Oh, crap, he thought with a sigh.

Dean rushed past him and stopped directly in front of the woman, cutting her off. She merely blinked without expression and halted in her tracks. Jay could already tell where this was going, and leaned back against the grill of the van.

“Hello, there,” Dean said. He'd lowered his voice an entire octave in order to sound seductive. “I'm Dean. What's your name, beautiful?”

Jay rolled his eyes at the African-American's ploy. Almost every time Dean came across an attractive girl, he goes into a state of mind where he dishes out cheesy pick-up lines to seduce them. It rarely worked.

The woman was unaffected by Dean's “playboy” demeanor, and pushed her glasses up her nose to scrutinize him. “Young man, I am Rosalynn Stanley,” she said in a crisp, icy tone. “I teach English 101 to half of the freshmen students, which you two obviously are.” She growned at Dean. “What are your first and last names?”

Dean was taken aback by the fact that the attractive professor rejected him so blatantly, and Jay chuckled under his breath. “My name's Jay McConnell,” the taller boy replied. “This is my pal Dean Oliver.”

Professor Stanley narrowed her eyes at the Caucasian boy and nodded slowly. “I see. I have you in my Tuesday morning class, Mr. McConnell, but you must be in the other English professor's class, Mr. Oliver. I have no record of your name in any of my rosters.”

Dean gasped. “How do you know that without looking at any of your papers?”

Jay chuckled again, a little louder this time. “Photographic memory. She remembers everything she reads and sees.”

Prof. Stanley smirked. “Incorrect, Mr. McConnell. Eidetic memory―I've remembered everything since I was three years old.” She sidestepped Dean and waved at Jay as she passed the blue van. “See you around, boys.”


Jay finally laughed loudly as Dean shook his head. “Where did I go wrong this time?” the African-American boy murmured to himself.

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