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  1. Going to upload the remaining chapters however they are in final-draft state. You may find a grammatical error or two however I think it is important to get the rest of the content up for your reading pleasure.
  2. chezdon1997

    Chapter 1

    Melbourne was rated as the best place to live in the world index for five years in a row. It lost the top spot to Vienna this year though.
  3. chezdon1997

    Chapter 13

    From the first chapter where Chez was seeking out instantaneous gratification in the public toilets to almost being transported into a cleaner version of a private one, he gets his wish. Choices have consequences, especially when fuelled by booze and drugs as we know. This will not be an easy situation to deal with as time marches on and will also cause the drama to unfold at an exponential level now.
  4. chezdon1997

    Chapter 16

    It is a difficult situation to be in. Bryce makes it clear (or at least he does) that he doesn't want to hear about his dramas either. Jayden has certainly done an about-face and is not cracking as many jokes, as usual, these days! I hope you are enjoying this tale so far.
  5. chezdon1997

    Chapter 14

    You were certainly correct when you commented on the previous chapter saying there will be plenty of drama. As with everything in Innocence Waning, the subplots intertwine and many aspects of what you wrote in your comment are eventually addressed however as you would expect, some drama is introduced before there is a resolution.
  6. chezdon1997

    Chapter 12

    Sadly it is a time when social media usurps spending quality time together. The relationship certainly isn't perfect but having it balanced with hormones versus stability, playing in the world of adults and not knowing what the consequences will be (or caring) I think is typical and you are right to believe there is major drama on the horizon.
  7. chezdon1997

    Chapter 3

    When I started this book, it was a short story. When I turned it into a full book, this mystery caller haunted me for quite some time as I didn't want to just ignore it. It is actually one of the longest mysteries in this book but it is eventually revealed in a way that I think does the story justice
  8. chezdon1997

    Chapter 3

    I tried not to get sucked into the old boring trope that the MC has an unlimited source of income. As this book plays out, I address this and the fact as to how Chez gets his money.
  9. Chaps 15 and 16 are in the queue.
  10. Hi Cezdon, are you in the UK or Downunder?

    Regards Preston

    1. chezdon1997


      Right now I am on holiday in France but I live in England now. After all the political nonsense in Australia the last 24 hours, I don't know what is more outrageous, Brexit or the Aussie Survivor in Parliament LOL. Why do you ask? Go the Pies!

  11. The walk back to the open wrought iron pedestrian gates bordering Melbourne Grammar is painful wearing the new shoes that Mel bought for me. They rub incessantly against both of my heels. I must stop next to the school crest and motto which is translated from Latin into "Pray and Work" to remove my shoes and apply band-aids that I strategically carry in my backpack for emergencies. I pray to the flying spaghetti monster in the sky that the bandages serve their purpose and blood stops oozing on to my socks. Austin and I pass the time reminiscing about everything that transpired at the hospital earlier and of course the random references to Mister Mackey and the silly new rule that all boys need to follow. My stomach noticeably growls like a lion as our peers walk past us eating takeaway from the local McDonalds and Subway franchises. I consider bribing one of my hungry classmates for a single chicken nugget but instead just endure the grumbling and the embarrassing sounds coming from my stomach. My body is demanding nourishment and something more substantial than just Coca-Cola. The smell of fresh bread wafting from the Subway footlongs and the grease in the Quarter Pounders are certainly alluring. I nearly throw in the towel and ditch school for some much-needed sustenance elsewhere. "It's hump day." Austin begins to preen himself using the front-camera which displays his face on the phone. "I am really looking forward to Friday night." I then remember our much anticipated first date night and I quietly congratulate myself for sorting out what I hope will be a fun and very romantic evening. "Me too." I smile as I pull a sock over my bandaged heel. "What the hell is hump day? I don't think there is enough time for me to hump you mate unless you want to head to mine and blow this place off." I wink at Austin. "I was hoping you would ask. You look nice today by the way. I like it when your fringe goes to the right instead of the left." Austin chuckles and sets his bag down on the footpath. He begins to straighten his tie and tuck in his white shirt. I am glad that he cares so much about his appearance since I really like looking at him. I almost feel guilty that I appear to be a dishevelled mess who to a random on the street looks to have been sweating like a rapist. Jesus Christ didn't care what he looked like when he was crucified so my appearance as I enter the school grounds is the least of my worries. Anticipating a form of punishment after I finally pull on my socks and return my shoes to my feet after picking up my bag doesn't trouble me in the slightest. "Hump day or hump hour takes place midday on Wednesday, meaning it is all downhill with respect to the rest of the week. I can't believe you haven't heard that saying before. My father says it all of the time." "I guess that is true. You are thinking about our five-day school week, so I guess even if you consider there are seven days in the week, what you say makes sense. Happy hump day!" I raise my arms above my head and begin clapping in time like I am at a concert. "I like my definition better though. Can I at least squeeze your arse once for luck?" I wink again at Austin as he picks up his bag feeling satisfied with his appearance and follows me. "Nope. Later maybe. Certainly, not here." Austin declares matter-of-factly. "Do you think when you get home that Daniel will be betrothed to Mel?" "Jesus, Austin. You are on fire with the vocabulary today. However, why not say it in German? You sound cute when you are uttering the guttural syllables of that language." It is well known that I am ranked the highest in our class and I wonder sometimes why Austin is not. I rationalise it that I am much more book smart and uptake information easier, a bit like a sponge. Austin can apply what he learns easier and files it all away for future reference. "Yeah, I think they will be engaged when I get home. I am glad that there is some happy news after what just seems to be a sea of shit washing ashore today." "They make a good couple. I really hope that we can have as much fun and communicate as well as they seem to do in the days, weeks, months and hopefully years ahead." Austin catches my gaze for an instant and smiles before glancing at his watch. "I should go. I will ring you later after I stir some shit up at home." I am suddenly reminded that he is going to come out of the closet which escaped my mind. "Take care of yourself Austin." I give him a very discrete wave not knowing what he will be happy with as he turns and walks off. My stomach grumbles again which I consider a foreboding omen as to what I fear Austin will experience when he has the big talk with his parents later today. Not only about his sexuality but my good self-being part of the picture. I look at my watch whilst drawing a long breath. After a prolonged sigh, I begin to walk to my Economics class and cross the path of a few boys that were in my English Literature class earlier. As I approach they begin to whistle and then one of them shouts. "I will stand and piss where I want!" After a few attempts at chanting in unison, the four boys are then in-sync and repeat the eight-word proclamation as I walk past them as we fist-bump and smack our hands together before I casually walk into Economics class, grinning. The rest of the day behind the iron gates plods along surprising without any drama. Except for the students taking notice of me in between the next class who slap my back and give me high-fives, my stress level decreases as no member of the administration or respective school employee requests my audience. Seemingly, Mister Mackey hasn't made a big deal about my disruption earlier or the mass exodus of students from his class. I begin to surmise that Mister Mackey is a reasonable person. I surmise that he doesn't agree with the authoritarian view that boys should be forced to sit and urinate as per an edict from his comrades in the administrative office. The day of learning ends thankfully without any additional fanfare. Whilst leaving the school grounds at the wrought iron gate I spot Malcolm gesticulating wildly. His droogs are chatting amongst themselves. They begin to laugh when they see me and enthusiastically wave me over in unison. "Hey lads. What's shaking?" I drop my bag on the ground and begin to scratch at the infected pimple that has grown to hurt on my shoulder under my shirt. "Hey mate." Malcolm commences the fist-pumping routine, and I complete the action with his gang of three. "Did you get into the shits?" Charlie looks preoccupied and is staring down the street, most likely he is waiting for someone to pick him up. I notice the acne on his face and quickly decide that I would rather have one pimple on my shoulder despite the irritating pain. "No mate. I didn't hear shit from anyone in administration today. Let's hope it stays that way, hey? I told my old man what happened though. He said he would fight the school if they try to punish me because the rule is so bullshit." Malcolm chuckles and starts sorting through his backpack. "He was mortified at that new shitty rule." Charlie bends down and scratches his knee and then his hairy shin. I notice some scabs on his leg, most likely obtained from playing Rugby. His tibia looks like it has been dented, which makes his shin appear strange and almost cartoon-like. "Hey, I told this to these boys earlier, but one of those new signs in the toilet block has already been vandalised." He stands up, rolls his eyes and smiles. "I wouldn't know who did it though, so don't ask." Malcolm hits Charlie on his shoulder. "It is obvious who did it, dickhead. Not like it matters. Hey, there is Austin." Malcolm raises an arm over my head and waves at Austin as I turn around and make an inviting motion towards him also, inviting him to our sewing circle. "Hey, what's happening?" Austin nonchalantly asks as he arrives at my side. "Someone has already graffitied the new shit sign in the bathroom." Everyone besides Austin leers at Charlie, who begins to laugh like a madman. Malcolm slaps his shoulder and finds Austin's play on words especially amusing. At least I think that is why he is so amused. "What a laugh. I love it!" Malcolm declares with glee. "Hey, there is dickhead Jayden." Austin and I both turn around and look back through the iron school gates only to see Jayden stumbling out onto the footpath with his backpack as fully laden as it possibly can get. "Hey, dickhead!" Malcolm shouts at Jayden. Austin and I both look at each other incredulously. "Hey, dickhead!" Malcolm shouts louder and drops his bag and starts to run towards my best mate. Charlie runs after him after dropping his bag on the ground next to me. Jayden didn't have an opportunity to run away even if he tried with the tonnage in his backpack. He simply raises his hands above his head. Malcolm wraps his arm around Jayden's neck and forcefully escorts him to our social circle and for Jayden to keep up, he drags his backpack on the along the concrete footpath. When Charlie catches up to both Jayden and Malcolm, he forcibly takes Jayden's backpack from him and then walks back toward us with purpose. "What the fuck!" Jayden shouts and then repeats himself as loud as he can, emphasising the last word but asking it as a question. Other students in the area take keen interest and begin to watch the commotion knowing that something interesting is about to happen. By the time, Malcolm escorts Jayden back to our area, he has relented, no doubt realising that Malcolm and Charlie would drag him over to us by choice if he resists. "Do you have anything to say to Chezdon, arsehole? You need to apologise for being a dickhead." Malcolm takes Jayden’s black tattered backpack from Charlie and rests it on his shoulder. The weight of the bag doesn't appear to faze Malcolm at all. "What the fuck, arsehole! What do I need to apologise for? I didn't do shit to you." Jayden appears both flustered and agitated and doesn't seem apprehensive in stepping into Malcolm's personal space. He then turns and shoves me hard with both hands before turning back and facing Malcolm. "Are you Chezdon's bitch now?" Before Malcolm can respond, Jayden turns and shoves Austin. "You are all a bunch of cocksuckers!" Jayden exclaims with venom in his voice and tries to yank his backpack away from Malcolm. The shouting and swearing attract the attention of more students in the area and they begin to rush over, forming a circle around our small group. I notice a few of my peers take their phones out and pointing them in our direction as I get my bearings after being shoved. Austin and I quickly look at one another and it is obvious that Austin is concerned. Most likely not for Jayden, but I know he does not want to have an unplanned chat with the administrators after already avoiding one today somehow. The look on my face also indicates that I am fearful this situation is going to become out of control quickly. "Who gives a shit about him Malcolm?" I look at Jayden with a disapproving stare before continuing. "Sometimes mates can quickly turn into arseholes, so who can be bothered with this one." I steadfastly proclaim, mustering as much confidence as I can with the hope of defusing the situation. My response is in turn measured, especially for the camera phones which are now recording us. A beautiful black Audi R8 pulls up near the group of teenagers that are assembled on the street. The driver blasts the car horn. The son of the parent driving the Audi, who is one of the many teenagers recording us simply waves at his mother. He is obviously more interested in filming our shenanigans instead of leaving the drama behind. Jayden quickly turns and shoves me again. I stumble backwards and drop my phone and end up on my back resting on the dusty concrete footpath. Once I have regained my sense of place, I hop up and rush back towards Jayden and shove him as hard as I can towards Charlie who nonchalantly offers Jayden his shoulder. Charlie treats him as an opposition rugby fullback and Jayden collapses on the concrete sidewalk like a bag of potatoes would if thrown from the back of a truck. "You pussy! Fuck you mate!" Jayden yells whilst laying on the footpath. Malcolm drops Jayden's backpack on his stomach causing Jayden to howl in pain after getting the wind knocked out of him. Once he is composed, a barrage of curses, accusations and blasphemy spews from Jayden's mouth. Everyone that he looks at, including the curiously interested spectators with their phones recording every word that Jayden shrieks, is abused for one reason or another. Finally, after he takes a deep breath and stands up slowly, he picks up his bag and for the benefit of the smartphones and the audience he looks at Austin. "If you want to play happy families with Chezdon, go right ahead faggot! I hope you don't mind that he is a big fucking slut who sucked me off and swallowed my cum last night. Good luck to you. You fucking pussy!" Jayden spits on the ground and with hate present in his eyes, stares at me as he walks past, knocking my shoulder hard enough to make me wince. Prematurely believing that the drama has concluded for the day, Jayden quickly whirls his body around and with a deranged look on his face places his hands around my throat. The moment in time then resembles a photograph as I remain fixated on Jayden's soft lips. With the memories of the previous night first playing in my head, they are quickly exchanged. Knowing that he is apoplectic with rage, I thrust my forehead forward as hard as I can, and it meets the bridge of my friend's nose and then his forehead. Screaming, chanting and swearing comes from all directions as my world begins to spin. I lean down, free of Jayden’s stranglehold on my neck and pick up my phone. Voices have merged to form white noise. A hand rests on my back gently which like magic transports me from my delirium and back to reality. Standing up tall, I see Malcolm as rigid as a statue, much like you would find in a photograph that a tourist would have taken at the nearby war memorial. My eyes find Austin as I comprehend that he is the one that is trying to comfort me. I wipe what I first believe to be sweat off my face and out of my eyes, but when I see the back of my hand, I realise that the crimson red colour all over it is not sweat. All the outrage and associated shrieks from my peers are the results of blood being shed. Charlie hands Austin a dirty towel that he pulls from his backpack. Austin at first applies pressure to my forehead before taking Christopher's bottle of water. I now can comprehend the spoken word and the first ones that make sense are uttered by Malcolm. "It isn't his blood, Chez is okay." Austin shakes me, and I am finally roused back to life as he continues to wipe my face with the dirty wet towel. The shrill shrieking sounds are muted by the noise of the onlookers and the cheering of the mob as I watch Jayden stumble up the street, pushing past students and spectators. Someone shouts that Jayden's nose is broken as the smartphones follow him as he slowly staggers along the footpath swearing at anyone that comes close to him. A few of the theatre boys that I recognise from the senior campus at first try to restrain Jayden to help him, but after being verbally abused, Malcolm interjects. "Let him go. He isn't worth it." He raises his voice and smartphones move from Jayden to Malcolm and then back to me. "We are being recorded, it isn't worth it. He isn't worth it. Who cares about the dickhead?" Malcolm retreats into our original sewing circle. Various members of the enthused and interested viewing public signal that the spectacle is over and begin to frantically swipe and tap on their phones. Groans are heard as Jayden walks away holding his face with his hand. The driver of the Audi blasts the car horn again and a boy slowly wanders away from the pack and is driven quickly away. He looks disappointed that he must leave the bloodlust behind. "Wow, it is all happening today." Austin attempts to lighten the mood. "I didn't expect that to happen. Moaning Myrtle is buggering off at least though. Fortunately, he will not be dripping blood all over the bathroom floor at school as I am sure that would mean a new rule." I smile at the reference to Moaning Myrtle, the ghost that haunts the various bathrooms at the Hogwarts School in the Harry Potter saga. Austin continues to wipe my face and refreshes the blood-stained towel with more of the natural spring water from the bottle. My earlier thoughts and convictions that my life has only been complicated needlessly by the splendours of lust merge with the miseries of jealousy, hate and self-loathing. I thought that they would all weave into a happy sunlit meadow of tranquillity and butterflies comes to bear. I realise that I have only been deluding myself. "Chez, if you have a spare shirt in your bag, you should change." "If we were in the United States that dickhead would probably come back with a gun and shoot us all." Charlie reflects and scratches the shoulder that he used previously to knock Jayden down with. "God save America." We all chuckle uncomfortably as I begin to rummage through my backpack. I retrieve a wadded up soiled polo shirt that I wore a few weeks ago, that was stuffed into the bottom of my bag. "Maybe when ISIS comes knocking at your door mate, you can point them in the direction of dickhead Jayden." Malcolm slaps Charlie on his back. Their laugh is infectious, which causes Christopher and Wyatt to also snicker. I unbutton my shirt and pull it off and am left aghast at the amount of blood on it. I am lucky that it wasn't my essential life force that was shed and I can’t help feeling concerned for Jayden. Austin watches me pull the filthy polo over my sweaty torso as random boys whistle at me from afar. He then looks thoughtfully at Malcolm. "Can I ask you a question, Malcolm?" Austin adjusts his backpack. Malcolm opens his eyes wide which encourages Austin to continue. "You seem to care more about Jayden acting like a dickhead compared to Chez or I. What has he done to piss you off so much mate?" This is a valid question and it should provide insight as to why, suddenly, Malcolm and his friends have taken such a quick liking to us over the last hour. "Fair enough." Malcolm picks up his bag and looks at Austin before staring at me. He begins to speak in a solemn tone. "My sister is, well um, she was a lesbian. She was bullied for years and she killed herself. This is how I ended up here. My parents thought a private school in the city would be more suitable after she took her life than out in the country. When Jayden outed the two of you, he made an enemy for life here mate. I don't put up with this bullying shit." The surprised look on the faces of Malcolm's three friends gives a clear indication that they did not know this trivia. Charlie looks like he is going to cry. Christopher starts to chew on the inside of his lip and Wyatt pats Malcolm on the back gently. "It just pisses me off and I wanted to kick his arse, but as you said, Chez, he isn't worth it. Besides you did enough damage, hey?" Malcolm takes a deep breath before continuing. "It doesn't look like you are even bothered about what he had to say in class earlier or even just now. Why is that?" All eyes then find their way to me as I try to smooth out the wrinkles on my filthy shirt. Austin then looks at me with a curious expression. His right eyebrow once again disappears behind his fringe. "They are just words really mate. We keep talking and laughing about ISIS lobbing off heads, and I should be worried or upset about petty things Jayden says to me? My father told me that he has skin cancer today and tomorrow I am seeing my bitch of a mother for the first time in three years. Believe me, mate, there is nothing that Jayden can say that would annoy me as there are far more important and sinister things going on in my life. Honestly, it is just a waste of time and that is my struggle." My mouth is dry and my frustration level rises knowing that we are standing around on the footpath telling tales of woe instead of having fun and developing positive relationships amongst one another. "It is just frustrating, that is all." I take the water bottle from Austin and drink what is left in it. "It doesn't sound like Mein Kampf mate," Austin interjects smiling. "You see that bloke Hitler had a struggle and wrote about his from his cell, I don't think yours compares." "What is up with you and the German references today, mate?" I grin and put my arm around Austin and shake him. For once he doesn't act embarrassed or feign from a public display of affection. "You do make me laugh though." I rub my forehead and wonder how long the act of head-butting will leave my forehead aching. My stomach growls again, reminding me that it should be obeyed immediately in the future as it sounded the early-warning alarm earlier that danger and drama were brewing. Austin giggles which make the rest of our group either smile or chuckle. The remaining onlookers wander off after associating Jayden with various words that you would not want to say in the presence of your parents. "Okay lads, see you blokes later and thanks for the entertainment. I was looking forward to watching the boxing this weekend on television, but now I have no interest. I have to go." Austin notices me staring at him and after breaking my embrace, he winks at me before spinning around and walking in the direction of the train station. He removes his phone from his back pocket and starts to fiddle with it as he walks away from us. "I should get going also, boys." I look around and after finding my bag, I hoist it on to my back. "Thanks for helping out with Jayden. I doubt he will have much to say after that melee." I am at a loss for words and this proclamation makes sense. "Malcolm, I am sorry to hear about your sister. That really sucks mate." "We should party soon, Chez. We heard you throw a good one." Wyatt says as he stretches his arms behind his back. I am shocked to hear his voice as I thought he was mute. "See you tomorrow mate." "Indeed. It would be fun. Soon, I promise, mate." I initiate the fist-bumping routine with Christopher and follow it on with Wyatt. When I get back to Malcolm he decides to hug me instead. Whilst being embraced, I slap Malcolm's back hard repeatedly. "Thanks, mate. You are a good bloke." Malcolm releases me and smiles. "Anytime Chez. Later bro." Malcolm walks away and is followed by his rugby mates. They walk towards the train station, following the path that both Jayden and Austin previously followed. I pause and squat down to check my right heel. After collecting my thoughts, I rub my forehead before pulling off a shoe. I peel a sock down and find a small dot of blood peeking through the band-aid. I return my footwear to where it belongs and walk in the opposite direction towards the familiar tram on St Kilda Road knowing that I no longer have a best friend as of a few minutes ago. I wipe my eye again knowing it is not only watering because Jayden's blood irritated it and I suddenly feel hollow as the tram grinds to a stop next to me on the raised platform.
  12. chezdon1997

    Chapter 1

    Happy that you enjoyed it. That first chapter has evolved over three years and has been edited to the point I actually like it
  13. I think it is good that this movie was made and I am happy that it entered the mainstream has created not only an impact but is a support mechanism for questioning teens in the community. What I didn't like is that the character who blackmails Simon seemingly gets away with it. Sure, he is "embarrassed" but what he did is technically a crime and it is glossed over in order to progress the plot of forcing Simon out of the closet. In reality, Simon needed to headbutt that character and then deny anything was going on. He was using an alias, as was the other boy, so there was technically no material to blackmail old Simon with. I thought it was a poor catalyst to move the story along and was very unrealistic.
  14. chezdon1997

    Chapter 10

    I am happy that you like it mate. The drama is just beginning. The first 12 chapters set the scene and drop enough seeds which are nurtured throughout the text. I hope that I don't disappoint you!
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