AN: This is the first chapter of my new story that I have no idea where it shall go. Please enjoy this.
New Taste
He was an average boy. He was turning eighteen tomorrow and graduating later on in the month. His name was Nick. He was readying himself for school. It was Friday. His radio was on and they were playing his favorite Beatles song "Help". He was not popular, but most certainly not uncool. He had a girlfriend that he cared for dearly. He was still frustrated by the way that some people treated him. Jocks, preps, and even some geeks treated him so. He was going to the second to last day of his school year in NY High. Then it was off to the school of his dreams. Texas University. His cell rang. He picked it up. It was his girlfriend, Naomi. Don't let the name fool you, though, she is 100 American just Like Nick. "Hey babe," Nick said. "Hey Nick," she said back. "What's up," Nick asked. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to the end of the year party at Dave's house on Saturday," she answered in a question. "Sure, what time," Nick replied. "9:00 'o clock," Naomi said. "Sure, 'kay see ya," Nick said. He hung up. He had all of his stuff ready. He heard the bus. "Oh, crap," he cried in shock. He sprinted out of the door. Fortunately he got there in time. He sat by his friend, Stevey. "What's up bro," Nick said holding his hand up. Both their hands met. "Nothing much man," Stevey smiled. "You going," Nick asked. "Where," Stevey wondered. "To the party on Saturday," Nick answered. "Hell ya man," Stevey grinned. He was a star on the basketball team. He explained himself as "The finest black man since MJ". "When is it," Stevey asked.
"9:00 'o clock."
"9:00 'o clock," Nick answered. "Why do you have to bring that thing everywhere," Stevey complained. "My electric guitar signed by Jimi Hendrix," Nick asked. "Yah," Stevey answered plainly. "One, this thing is awesome. Two, this thing is awesome. Last, my band plays today," Nick said looking at Stevey as if he was the stupidest person on earth. "Oh, right," Stevey said a bit embarrassed. "Yup, my band might get some recognition," Nick said. Before Stevey could ask why, Nick continued, "Some guy from Hollywood is coming. So that might get "Bullet Rain" to the big time." Bullet Rain was the name of Nick's band. It was made of five guys. Nick, the singer and electric guitarist. Josh, the bass player. Jake, the other electric guitarist. Taylor, the saxophone player. Last, Michael the drummer. "You guys rock. I know that you will make it," Stevey encouraged Nick. They got to school and Naomi hugged Nick. A jock called Mark smiled wickedly and walked over to Nick and Naomi. "Well Nick. I am impressed. You aren't going out with guys anymore," he said in mock astonishment. Nick hated it when people said he was gay. He hated it. It was such a stupid lie. Nick just ignored it, though. Mark crossed the line, though, when he pushed Naomi away and put his arm around Nick. Nick could not stand for that. He elbowed ark's stomach. Nick's blue haired, blue eyed, beautiful girlfriend ran to him. "Stop, this will just end up badly," she looked into his eyes. Nick nodded his head. Mark ran at him and tackled him down. He started punching Nick till blood came out of his mouth. Somehow Nick got in front of Mark in a second. Mark as well as everyone was in awe. Nick just shrugged and punched Mark in the nose. Nick started to kick Mark's stomach till he started to bleed. Then Nick did something that disgusted and shocked everyone. He leaned down and wiped Mark's blood off with his hand. Then drank it all up. Nick didn't know why he did. "You freak," Mark yelled. Everyone started calling him a freak. Finally the third period ended and everyone was told to go into the cafeteria.
Nick and his for other friends got ready. Taylor walked to him and asked, "Is something wrong?" "No, I'm fine," Nick answered. The curtains lifted and revealed the band. Taylor started by playing "William Tell". That song is the one that usually gets played when you see cowboys come charging in. Then Michael did a drum roll. So two things went on. Then Jake played two notes in each second. Josh came in and so did Nick. They played so fast that you could hardly see their hands. Then it all came together. They played for an hour. Finally the school ending bell rang. It seemed that everyone had forgotten about what happened that morning. Nick thought. Everyone just snickered amongst themselves. Naomi was always walked home by Nick. Nick and Naomi reached there destination. Nick pecked her cheek and watched her go inside. He walked away. "I wonder why I don't just drive her home. I mean I always have my car in the garage," Nick thought. "Hey, freak," someone yelled at him. Nick turned. He saw fist.
An hour later he woke up and saw that his guitar was in two pieces. Dried blood stuck to his lip. He wasn't outside, though. He was in a house. Naomi came to him. Nick's mom was behind her. "I saw him like this outside, Mrs. Crimson," Naomi said pointing at Nick. Nick was rather down cast at the moment. His guitar was broken and he was beaten in a most embarrassing way. Nick's mother sat next to him and caressed his cheek. Nick sat up. Naomi smiled weakly at him. Nick did the same. "If you don't mind me asking, Nick and I have been together for a year and I have yet to find out why your last name is Crimson," Naomi said. "Well, I'm not so sure of that reason either. But we have a strange and rather disturbing myth of how our last name came to be. They say it used to be Inston," Nick's mother said. "Inston," Naomi repeated. "Well, why did we have a change of last name," Nick asked, intrigued. "Well, I'm not saying that it is true. The legend is ridiculous. I for one think that our name has always been Crimson," Nick's mom answered. "Come on mom. Tell us. I even live with you and you've never said anything about this," Nick said. "Well, I suppose. It goes like this…..
AN: Well that's the end of that. Oh, the reason that nothing happened about the fight is, well, I don't really know. I just didn't bother to say that they got in trouble. So they didn't. Hope you liked it.