Game Over
young adult, fiction
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July 7, 3:03amWord Count:
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July 18, 12:07amWork Description
A young girl whose flirtatious ways have made her popular with the boys decides that the pursuit of bigger prey is more satisfying.
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"Jay?" she whispered.
The boy's brown eyes darted toward her uncertainly and he laid his
pencil down. "Yeah?" he replied under his breath, glancing back at
the teacher, who paced absently back and forth in front of her
desk.
"Save me a seat with you on the bus, ok?" She said it offhandedly,
knowing he would do as she asked. He always did.
"Sure. Hey, I don't have practice today. Want to come over for a
while and swim?"
She smiled at the hope in his voice. It was just so easy. He played
along as if he knew exactly what she wanted from him. The secret
was staying just out of reach. A smile, a shy glance or lukewarm
compliment to chase every other thought from his young mind as he
was falling asleep at night, and then she could safely ignore him
for a day or two. Just when the hurt, wounded expression began to
darken his face, carelessly she would toss him another bone, and
the dance would begin again.
The game had been such fun for so long. So long.
Barely fourteen, her secrets weren't the ones girls share at
sleepovers or during marathon phone calls. It was hard not to yawn
when her friends confided in hushed, wide-eyed tones the details of
a French kiss, or the thrill of being felt up during a game of
Heaven. It was little more than amusement that kept her silent, or
gave her some encouraging response to keep them spilling their guts
to her in the hope that they might earn her dark respect.
"It's Friday. Date night, remember?" It was irrelevant that she had
no plans. Not yet, at least.
"Oh." He was crestfallen, but not defeated. "Well, maybe you could
just come for a couple of hours before you have to get ready. I'll
play you the new Muse CD I got last weekend."
She glanced toward the front of the room, where the teacher was
making a slow circle back toward them. "Well...ok, I guess I can
come just for a little while. I'll have to check my messages and
pick up my suit first." It was like fishing, in a way--play out
some line, let them think they were running the show, and then hook
them before they knew what was happening.
Maybe it was the fading excitement of the chase, or the lack of
challenge. Either way, she was bored. It was almost too easy, the
way she could tell exactly what to say, what to wear, what pose or
expression would inflame them. There was just no fun when she knew
she would always win.
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Only one car was parked in the driveway. The walkway led directly
to the big, arched front door, but with practiced confidence, she
let herself into the garage and rang the bell at the side
entrance.
There was a scuffling sound inside, then Amanda opened the door,
her arms full of wet, squirming bull terrier. She smiled,
recognizing her son's friend (and crush, though he would never
admit it).
"Oh, hi! Come on in! Jay told me you'd be coming. I'm sorry for the
mess--Herman needed a bath in the worst way. Would you like
something to drink?" Her dark hair was tousled and sticking to her
face, and her shirt front was soaked.
"No, thanks, I'm fine. But could I use your room to change?"
"Sure, make yourself at home. I've got to finish up here, but the
boys are already in the pool." Suddenly the dog wriggled out of her
arms and made a clattering beeline toward the living room. The
dark-haired woman threw her hands in the air and ran after him,
clearly exasperated.
Closing the bedroom door behind her, the girl slipped off her shirt
and jeans. The sliding glass doors opened onto the patio, but she
knew the glare of the sun would prevent her from being seen.
Andrew's toys were scattered all over the back yard as he splashed
and laughed in the shallow end with his big brother. Their brown
bodies glistened in the sun as she watched.
There were pictures, of course, arranged in
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Discussion
One of the most controversial subjects in literature is the subject of sexual desire involving an adult and a teenager. "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov, written in the 1950s, was condemned for a few years until some smart people decided that it was such a work of art that its universal distribution should be unrestricted. Besides, Nabokov dealt with the subject with extraordinary finesse and was not a fan of it himself. The story was presented from the point of view of the protagonist, the European professor. The way he relates to his own reality, to the twelve year-old who eventually becomes his stepdaughter, and later on his lover . Thankfully, we now live in a more open century in which we can grapple with any taboo intelligently and constructively.
The short story: "Game over" presents the same theme from the standpoint of the fourteen year-old lead character. It's quite refreshing, specially for male readers -I have to confess the sad fact that we guys don't understand the female psychology. And when a female author presents such a well-rounded character like this one, our antennas stand up in attention- The tale is well written. I get the feeling the writer paid a good amount of time to define a good beginning, a middle, and a surprising conclusion.
The teenager's thought processes and actions ring quite true. If anyone disagrees about this last assertion, just think of the famous "Long Island Lolita scandal" of the early 1990s. The motives driving this young girl are plausible: she has arrived to early womanhood with all the physical changes and shocks of that stage of biological development. One of the gratifying surprises, a gift from nature, she's discovered is the power of seduction. Her changing body attracts the boys of her own age and turns them into easy putty. As a smart girl, she finds the craft easy to master. She feels like the cat, (in a cat and mouse game,) when she applies her wiles on the boys.
She's been practicing seduction and manipulation to a point of excellence. So, like any expert hunter will tell you, she's come to a stage of extreme boredom. (The hunter will move up to bigger and more dangerous prey.) She's arrived to that understanding -seducing boys of about her same age does not provide the same thrills she used to get- She must set the bar higher, to a real man, someone like her friend joey's father, a rocker in his mid-thirties. Just the thought of it gives her goosebumps. (An auspicious beginning.)
He represents a worthy adversary to test her extensive abilities. A man of the world, who used to be a baby magnet, happily married, and still successful in the music business. And she goes to work with such abandon and emotional coolness. Her behavior might seem to the reader to belong to someone older and more experienced. Yet, I agree with the writer's exposition: this character is very mature. I guess, for some divine reason, perhaps the miracle of future motherhood, nature entitled females to reach mental maturity quicker than their male counterparts.
All the characters in the story are assigned a first name, except for the teenage temptress. Is that done with a further purpose by the author? Is she the universal representation of the very young females and the way they look at reality. Although, most teenagers would refrain from carrying out what the heroine did in this tale. (The general reader would like to think so.) -I did not notice the lack of the name until I went back to the tale to double-check some facts-
I congratulate the author, she has created a well-rounded character. Magnetic in her own devilish way, and somehow universal: a young woman who has discovered the tremendous power of sexuality and seduction and the many material and psychological benefits that come with their masterful application. Let me apply a maxim to your story: "The unquenchable ecstasy of being so young and beautiful, and the unreasonable sense of permanence and invincibility attached to it."
Although you’re writing is good, your story as a whole is extremely lacking. The fact that you’ve gone down the a-typical route of writing Green Day slash fiction really turns me off and doesn’t say much about your skills. The reason for this is simple before I found this site I was a member of both, GSB and Mibba- two sites who’s fiction sections where filled with stories just like this: Young girl meets member of (insert band name here) seduces said member etc, etc. Although, to anyone else reading this, the names of Joey Jackob, Billie Joe and Adrienne would not invoke this opinion, but since I have this knowledge and background. Because you use a rather hackneyed concept of Billie Joe Armstrong being seduced by a 14-year-old girl, all the possible creditability the story might have is lost. Not because the basic concept, pedophilia, isn’t creditable, but the world and the characters you’ve “constructed” aren’t creditable. The fact of the matter is, a 14-year-old girl would in probability never seduce Billie Joe Armstrong. why? Because 1.) He’s a rock star who can, if he chooses, have any number of legal aged, well-experienced women to bring him pleasure. 2.) He’s a deeply and madly in love with his wife of 14 years, Adrienne. 3.) He really doesn’t seem like the type of man who would ever do anything like that in first place. If you used the same formula but instead of Billie Joe Armstrong used an up and coming rock star from an unknown band, it would make the story much more believable and would also root it more firmly in real life.
That this all comes down to really is this story lacks reality and realism.


Hi,
All right. I'll start out by saying that there's nothing gramatically wrong with the writing, but there is the story to take into consideration. First, I wasn't sure where this story was heading, although I didn't expect it to turn out the way it did. A fourteen-year-old girl trying to seduce an older man?
There's nothing wrong with this story-wise, mind you, but why is this here? Why is she attracted to this man, especially one so older? Is there something in her past that makes her want older men?
The ending falls flat, because, quite frankly, it's not a good ending. You mention Billie having her panties under his pillow or in his bedroom, but why did she do this? Because she wanted to have sex with him, but maybe get money at the same time? Maybe attention?
This is the only thing that catches me off guard. You're setting this up for a longer work, that's already obvious.
Hope this helps. Just be sure to fix the backstory and add on more to the story, otherwise it just feels like the middle of a piece.