Genre: YA Contemporary
Word Count: 81 000
Song: It’s an album actually, Various Failures by World of Skin (AKA Swans)
PITCH: To prove he can still be a man in a wheelchair, sixteen-year-old Ozzy struggles to dump his virginity, but discovers the difference between sex and intimacy has a price higher than a sex worker’s fee.
FIRST 250: I splash on too much of my brother’s aftershave and it’s like stepping into a rental car. Shit. I reek of whatever this stuff is supposed to smell like. Pine trees, maybe? I never smelled a pine tree that stank like this. No wonder Finn left it behind when he went to college. It does mask the scent of chlorine that clings to me after a four-hour practice this afternoon. I rub my palm across my face and sniff it…nope. I can’t go meet Lainey smelling like this. She won’t be able to get anywhere near me. Not without choking. I can’t stay near me. God, this stuff’s awful. I glance down at my watch. It’s after six, but I guess I have time for another shower. I have to have time.
I shuck the towel from around my waist and turn the shower back on. The bathroom’s filled with steam from the one I took ten minutes ago. At least the water’s still hot. I climb in and let the liquid sluice over me. I don’t know if that’s enough to get rid of the awful aftershave, so I grab the soap and scrub my face and neck until they feel raw. That’ll have to do. For good measure, I soap the rest of me again too. Look at me, Mr. Clean. I lean back against the wall and think about Lainey. Those shorts she was wearing this morning should be illegal. At least on her.