Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Writer Wednesday: "Impassioned" by: Molly Bryant

Writer Wednesday
Excerpt of
Impassioned, by: Molly Bryant

The ride back to the dorms of Boise State University (BSU) took forever, it seemed. The rain poured down in the darkness, splattering on the windshield. I pulled into the parking lot to find that the only parking spots left were the ones all the way at the back, farthest away from the building.
“Shit, of course,” I said aloud as I sighed. I parked my car and sat there for a minute while I listened to the hypnotizing pitter-patter of rain on the roof of my car. I knew the second that I made the split decision to run to the dorms, I was going to be soaked, remembering the first day that Rachel and I had arrived here at BSU. It was raining then, too, soaking our luggage. It seemed to do that often here. It was kind of nice at first, but what they say is true: rain can be depressing.
“It’s now or never, Jess,” I said angrily to myself as I grabbed my black Coach purse out of the passenger seat, then hopped out and slammed the car door behind me and ran toward the big, brick building. I hadn’t noticed until now that the power must have been out, as not so much as a street lamp was lit. The parking lot was too dark.
By the time I made it through the grey, heavy double doors, my hair, jacket, jeans and feet were soaked. I was sure that if I took off my shoes, I could pour a steady stream of water out of them. I flung the doors open and stood in the hallway for a minute, shaking off the rain. It was hard to see in the halls, except for the few college kids going about their evening routines with their flashlights. I was thankful that Rachel’s and my room was on the first floor as I turned down a long hallway to the right. It was too dark to see the room numbers. I stood for a second, squinting, trying to focus. A12? I grunted. Our room was A5. I didn’t even know how I had wandered this far down the hallway. Sighing, I turned around and bumped right into someone. My forehead collided with the person’s chin. “Ouch!” I yelled, chuckling to myself as I rubbed my forehead, watching as the other person’s flashlight rolled away along the carpeted hallway. “Oh-my-gosh … I’m so sorry,” I said as I walked over to pick up the other person’s flashlight, unable to tell who they were.
I went to hand it back to them. “I should really watch where I …”
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” I could hear a smile in his voice as he took the flashlight from my hands.
It’s a guy, Jess, way to go! I thought to myself as he shone his flashlight upward, illuminating his face so I could see who he was. It was Derek from the diner.
Derek. Why did it have to be Derek? My face now was scorching. I smiled. He was so gorgeous, like no other guy I’d ever seen before. His brown eyes glimmered in the light and his smile was warm and enticing. I was curious as to why this entire time I’ve never seen him, let alone ran into him in this hallway until now. His face was one you could never forget … why now, why tonight?
“I’m Derek, and you are?” He held his hand out to shake mine.
“Jessica, but people call me Jessie, Jess … whatever you prefer to call me,” I said, taking his hand into mine. It was soft and sent an electric shock through my arm, traveling to my stomach causing all sorts of butterflies. I was extremely nervous.
“What do you prefer I call you?” The right corner of his mouth crooked upward, giving me the same half smile he gave me the first time I saw him.
I stood for a second staring at him. I couldn’t speak, let alone move. “I, uh …” You look like a complete and total idiot! Say something! I thought to myself, as I shook my head. “Oh, sorry … Jessie is fine,” I answered, blushing, then realized that we were still shaking hands. I giggled, letting my hand drop.
“Here. Since I have a flashlight, let me walk you to your room,” he said politely.
“Sure. Thanks,” I stuttered.
He handed me the flashlight, raising an eyebrow. “Here, why don’t you light the way?”
As I grabbed the flashlight from his hands, his warm skin touched mine and I shivered. My teeth were chattering, as I was still cold and soaked from the rain. Oh please, just grab me, squeeze me tight. Warm me up, Derek Humphry!
“So, you seem pretty close to Rachel,” he said.
“Yeah. We’ve been friends since first grade,” I said, smiling. For thirteen years, Rachel and I have been inseparable … pretty much like sisters.
“That girl is crazy! She always has something smart to say during the professors’ lessons. It makes me think that she may be a bit smarter than they are,” he replied, laughing.
Hearing this didn’t surprise me at all, she’s known for saying whatever she wants, whenever she wants. “Yeah, that sounds like my Rachel!” I laughed.
Great, he was asking about Rachel. I should have known better. He likes her, not me. Of course he does. I would consider myself to be good looking and tiny in a pixy kind of way, but Rachel was downright beautiful. I was quiet for a second as I waited for him to ask me something else about her, as a sudden pang of jealousy come over me. Why would I be jealous, anyway? I don’t even know this guy!
“Was that your boyfriend back at the diner?” he asked, looking into my eyes.
“No,” I laughed. “Absolutely not. No way.” Well, maybe I was wrong. He was interested in what my relationship status was, after all. Interesting…
“I didn’t think so. You left him in despair back there,” Derek joked.
“I’ve dated him before. There’s just something about him … he drives me crazy,” I said with a smirk. That was an understatement. He literally made me want to jump out of my skin.
“Why is that? What’s wrong with him?” he asked, concerned. Why? He should care less, he knew nothing about me.
“No. Just super annoying,” I said, smiling. The way he made me feel was indescribable. At the moment, I didn’t feel that it was necessary to try and explain myself to Derek … not yet anyway.
Derek sighed, coming to a stop. “Well, which room is it? I think we made our rounds many times over.” I looked around with the flashlight. We had past the main hallway and were making our way down the opposite side toward the bathrooms, passing the door to the laundry room. There was something about him that I felt drawn to; I felt the need to be around him, wishing that the walk to my room was a lot longer.
“We passed it.” I blushed. We turned around and I dragged my feet, making the moments with Derek last a few seconds longer. “Well, thank you for the light,” I said, smiling as I handed the flashlight back to Derek. The lights in the hallway flickered. We both blinked our eyes several times until our eyes adjusted to the fluorescent lighting.
“Anytime, Jessie,” he said before his face lit up with a smile. I stared at his brown eyes for a moment. They gave me a sense of warmth that flowed through my entire body, a strange sense of calmness.
“Bye,” I said as I watched him turn and walk away. I had remembered Rachel telling me that he would sit in the back of the classroom by himself and never said anything. It was intriguing, making me want to know more about him. He definitely had things going for him though; for one thing, he was gorgeous.
pp. 14-18 of Impassioned, by: Molly Bryant, now available on,, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords and Goodreads. Get your copy today! 

Synopsis: Jesse meets an intriguing young man with brown eyes, messy-blonde hair, and dimples that set his smile out of this world. As their relationship grows stronger, Jessie learns that she is in danger. Her college life at Boise State University becomes anything but ordinary in a world she never knew existed.

With college students being recruited like puppets into the arms of fallen angels, Jessie has the guardians to keep her safe. In this compelling story of love, loss and betrayal, will Jesse choose the love of eternal damnation? Or will she choose the love of eternal harmony?    

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