I just want to blahblahblah about what I'm writing.

It's a novel about growing up too fast. I like to flatter myself in comparing it to a juvenile delinquent Othello. The narrator and main character is Kevin McNulty. He's the Othello: a model student, but decidedly unpopular. At the beginning of the story, this smart, charismatic, Satan / Iago character by the name of Jimmy Giuliotti, the transplanted son of a former Mafia consiglieri, introduces himself into Kevin's clique of bitter, downtrodden nerds. He wastes no time in starting to groom them into a crew of violent, drug dealing gangsters. At first it's cool, they win a few fights and start getting a little respect around the harsh social climate of their suburban high school, but that's not enough. These benign nebbishes get caught up in Jimmy's bloodthirsty quest for money, status, power and respect. They do get those things, but at a price they weren't really looking to pay, and eventually it all has to come crashing down. People start getting killed, the cops start taking notice, and those who don't die go to jail.

The big jealousy aspect is so far missing: Jimmy isn't suggesting that Kevin's girlfriend is unfaithful. But Jimmy is manipulating Kevin into helping do his dirty work, pretending to be his friend while using him to serve his own sociopathic ends.