The Movies Make It Look Easy

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Shannon's P.O.V:

I was absolutely wrecked by lunchtime. I headed back to the apartment to get lunch because I was starving, just like I knew I would be. I glanced at my watch; I had around two hours for lunch and I was going to make the most of it. I hadn't known meeting new people could be so tiring.

When I got to the apartment, Nick was watching TV. Oh joy! I thought, I wonder what I did to get stuck with him as a roommate, must be karma. Even if he was ridiculously good looking, I sighed, looks just weren't enough.  

As I made a sandwich, I thought about my day so far, everyone had been really nice, and I had loved my classes. I just had one class after lunch - painting, and then I was finished for the day.  

As I was about to take a bite, Nick sauntered into the room. I tried to ignore him, but that didn't work so I settled for discreetly watching as he opened the fridge and peered inside.  

I noticed for the first time - I don't know how I missed it actually - that he was wearing an old, faded, and ripped pair of jeans and a tatty old t-shirt which I presume was white at one time or another.  

Both of these were covered in paint, and when I say covered I don't mean a couple of splatters here and there, I mean big blotches of black paint covering his t-shirt, jeans, hair, face, arms and pretty much anywhere his skin was showing. I couldn't help the smirk that grew on my face  

"You've...ah...got a bit of something..." I said vaguely as I gestured in his direction.

He turned to face me, and I almost fell over from shock when he laughed. I...Shannon Doherty...actually made Nicholas... - damn I really needed to learn his second name - laugh.

And then, of course, smooth person that I am, I went and put my foot in it...and then my other foot...and then I stomped around a bit for good measure.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you to clean up after yourself?" I giggled, "Someone should have words with her."

I stopped laughing almost immediately when I saw his face. Anger passed over it like a thundercloud.  

"Don't talk about my mother, you don't know her, you don't know anything" he said in a harsh tone.  

I thought I saw something like pain flash in his eyes, but I didn't have time to contemplate it before he continued shouting at me. 

"You're just a spoilt little Irish brat, you know that?" he glared at me, "You haven't got a clue, it's time for you to wake up and face the real world where most of us adults live."

He looked like he was about to say more...no scratch that, shout more, when I interrupted him; "Look Nick...I-I-I'm really sorry, I didn't mean, I-I didn't think..." I trailed off at the look in his eyes, shrinking back until my back hit the counter.

He practically spat his words at me; hate clear in every tense line of his body, "You're right, you didn't think...look you know what? Just leave me alone, living with you is bad enough, let's not make it any harder than it has to be....harder than it already is."

"I-I'm sorry" I managed to choke out as tears welled up in my eyes.  

The look he gave me was one of utter disgust before he stomped out of the room. A moment later I flinched as I heard the front door slamming.

I stood there in shock, silent tears running down my face as I stared blankly at the wall. Each word had been like a blow, hitting places deep inside me.  

After a couple of minutes I took in my surroundings,  

I glanced at my half-eaten, now unwanted sandwich and the still-open fridge door.  

My hands were shakings as I cleared away my plate, throwing away my sandwich and softly closing the fridge door as if any sudden movement or loud noise would cause a repeat of what had just happened. 

It didn't work, Nick's comments went round and round my head in a never-ending circle, repeating again and again until I just wanted to curl up in a ball in my room and cry.  

What he'd said had hurt me, more than I wanted to admit. He didn't know me, so why did he judge me?  

Oh just like you judge him? I thought nastily to myself.  

He may not know me but he had still read me so easily it was scary.

I did need to wake up; I was living in my own little bubble, so excited about having the perfect college experience, like what I'd grown up seeing on TV. But that wasn't real life. I didn't know what Nick's personal life was like; clearly there was something there that I didn't know about for him to have flipped off the handle like that.  

I didn't really blame him; it just hurts to hear that about yourself and know deep down that it's true.

I quickly fixed my makeup before heading off for my last class of the day.

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Ok so...Chapter 8...  

Sorry it's really short... :(  

I really didn't like writing this Chapt. But it was necessary. It was definitely more intense than the others...  

Let me know what you think??  

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Kaz xoxo