Chad Casey Holmes is a freshman at Saint University, but he's not just there to get a college degree and move on to the next stage of life like everyone else. Chad hopes to redeem himself from the failures of his past and the failures of his father that left a deep scar on his highly esteemed reputation, with the hope of changing the world some day with his political intellect. But life is not that simple... especially college life and soon enough, Chad sets his eyes on Angelica Thompson, a beautiful, smart and compassionate Second Year Law Student at Saint University, but his attention is also possessed by the enigma that is Charmaine; A plain Jane isolated from everyone else, hiding a mysterious and dark past. It's no holds barred in this story of love, betrayal and sex in The Art of War... WARNING !!! THIS STORY CONTAINS VERY STRONG AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT !!!
Chapter 1 1. The Gazelle
Mindless zombies chit-chattering under the graceful shade of a dozen trees. Zombies, all in diverse colors speaking in a familiar yet inaudible language that numbs the senses and pulls the mind back towards earlier days. Days of late nights, beatings and close calls. Serious ass-whoopings!
Chad's firm rear briefly itched and clinched as his memories dragged him back to those sordid days. Days of pungent smells and excessively gelled- and uncombed- hair. He slowly ran his bony fingers through his short, dark hair to the back of his head. The sigh that came after was reminiscent of a familiar Satan well known by his winter-grey eyes.
'Don't forget your undies, dear.'
Chad's mother handed him a transparent plastic bag mashed with boxers. The plethora of colors made it look like an exaggerated rainbow, something drawn by the impulsive hand of a child. Her plump figure gyrated and jittered as she quickly handed him the bag. Normally, Chad would feel embarrassed about openly accepting his unmentionables in the presence and view of his future workmates.
He bent his tall figure and carelessly took the bag from his mother's puffy hands. He took an unconcerned peek inside before dropping his long, skinny arms, the bag dangling near the tip of his fingers like a coat-hanger.
She finally straightened her body to face him. Her little soldier. She beamed as she looked up at him, her yellowing eyes mimicking the dull glow of the setting sun. Her stubby finger tips were pressed against her chubby cheeks, her watery eyes engulfed in the new man in front of her.
He was now a giant. A skinny giant. His protruding cheekbones helped his face not look too elongated, but sharp. His pursed lips held an invisible cigarette. Dressed in a long-sleeved, silky, white shirt and black trousers that deliberately outshone the dying sun, he looked like he was dressed for business but his weary and bored face argued with him.
'Are you ready, my little soldier?' his mother screeched sounding like a children's infomercial.
Chad rolled his eyes towards the massive building. It was nothing short of archaic in appearance. An obsolete relic from ancient times. Colonnades on all sides of the building and large bay windows from the first floor up to the second. A prince's castle redressed for the working class' use. The colossal, green, metal sign in Old English: Saint University nailed just above the entrance seemed almost as though it was asking him the same question as his mother's.
He rolled his eyes back to his elated mother. He shrugged it off.
'This is your first year, dear. Just think of the freedom, the privileges.'
He made a soft grunt. 'This is just high school,' he said, 'with less supervision.'
'But you're a scientist now! A Political Scientist. Think of the possibilities and opportunities that await you: friends, clubs-'
Chad's focus turned elsewhere. His world-weary eyes were now patrolling the environment. Clones and zombies was all he saw. Mindless machines being assembled for a driver to take their wheels and steer them into a tree or a ditch of debt, late nights and broken marriages. The so-called future lawyers would spend the rest of their lives defending murderers. A double-edged affair. Criminals paying criminals to keep the criminals out of jail.
He saw them begin to move in single file towards the entrance of the inordinate structure. The dormitories had been opened. He wondered what his roommate was like. Probably a drunkard. A high school nerd who had heard of the freedoms of college and decided to go all out and pour that freedom in a bottle and gulp it down in a few dozen swigs.
The zombies marched on, like wildebeest to a watering hole where the starved crocodile awaited. His eye suddenly caught something peculiar. Trailing behind was one. A wildebeest? No. This was another type of animal. The others were in pairs but she awkwardly kept her distance, her books in her chest. She was wearing a tight, cotton grey jersey and dark blue jeans. Chad wanted to look away but there was something about her. She was like one of those trinkets in a gift shop, irrelevant but yet your eyes can't look away; mesmerized, beguiled and bewildered. Her head swiveled on its hinges, her semi-gold hair stubbornly staying over her eyes. Her eyes locked with Chad's, but for a moment. Hers were a plush green which did not seem to hold any roses, but a glint of misery if not a last speck of light from the sun. He spotted a faint double chin on her small face and five or six reddish spots which could have transformed into freckles but decided she wasn't worth it. But this could be the orange sun too, playing with her skin as a last laugh before it called it a day.
'-and calls, dear, always remember to call.'
'Gertrude!' Chad's father bashed the car horn twice to halt her incessant chatter. 'I've got a soccer game to get to, if you don't mind.' His bulky body could have easily filled both seats if he had not squeezed himself into a hunching pose.
'In a minute, Gerald!' bellowed Gertrude. Her facial features turned from glee to deep intolerance in a heartbeat. Her expression wavered between sour and joy as she turned back to her son. The mixture was hazardous. She opened her mouth but the words never made it out. Her husband's rude interruption had sanctioned them. She grinned and spread her arms.
Chad gave her a one arm hug.
'Be good, now.' These were her parting words to her son before she jumped into the battered down Honda Fit right beside her hulky husband. The disheveled little car looked like something from a World War II museum. 'Say bye to your father, Chad,' she said half consciously, most of her attention on the seatbelt as she fought to strap it on. The unnerving sight was like watching someone wrestle a python, then, click. She finally began to breathe again.
Chad leaned forward, his hand on the base of his mother's window. He tried to smile. It was a meager line drawn on his face by a few contours that etched together from the narrow depths of his cheeks. 'Bye, dad.'
His father grunted something similar in response.
'Now, remember, dear...'
'He'll be fine, Gertrude!' His father kicked the accelerator and like a rocket, the car sped off.
Chapter 1 1. The Gazelle
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Chapter 2 Roommate
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Chapter 3 Myles Black
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Chapter 4 Supper Time
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Chapter 5 The Bunny and the Jackal
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Chapter 6 A Dream Worth Fighting For
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Chapter 7 Orientation
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Chapter 8 Dorian Savage
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Chapter 9 The Debate
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Chapter 10 Chasing The Gazelle
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Chapter 11 Women
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Chapter 12 Incensed
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Chapter 13 Vendors
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Chapter 14 Angelica Thompson
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Chapter 15 Reputation
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Chapter 16 Charmaine
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Chapter 17 Mission Report
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Chapter 18 First Day
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Chapter 19 New Neighbor
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Chapter 20 Pig in the Mud
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Chapter 21 At the Watering Hole
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Chapter 22 Enchanted
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Chapter 23 Prichard Humphrey Waterscotch
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Chapter 24 The Art of Warfare
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Chapter 25 Faith
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Chapter 26 Distance
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Chapter 27 Backstories
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Chapter 28 Assignment
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Chapter 29 Thrust Thrust Thrust
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Chapter 30 A Breakthrough-and-a-half
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Chapter 31 Breakthrough
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Chapter 32 The Ultimatum
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Chapter 33 Demo-cats !
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Chapter 34 Andrew
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Chapter 35 Shovel to the Dirt
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Chapter 36 Two Cents
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Chapter 37 Fighting the Tide
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Chapter 38 And the War Continues
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Chapter 39 Territory
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Chapter 40 Monster
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