"Hello?" I called, opening my front door.
There was a note on the counter as I entered the kitchen.
Emergency call down to the hospital, will probably be in surgery all night. Maybe you'd like to stay with a friend? Love, Dad.
I sighed, tossing his note in the trash can.
I was actually happy for the alone time. I'd been feeling confused and emotionally lately, and a night of Netflix and chocolate was exactly what I needed.
I heated up a couple of slices of leftover pizza before turning on the TV and XBOX to reach my Netflix.
I went back into the kitchen for a drink when I saw my phone buzzing on the kitchen counter.
A text from Trinity.
My house now. No time to explain.
I grabbed my keys, grabbing a coke and sliding my feet into my moccasins before running out of the door. I drove down to Trinity's house, the endless possible scenarios running through my mind.
I ran up to her front porch, ringing the doorbell, my heart pounding.
Why would I ring the doorbell? What if she was in danger? I should've just gone in!
Tyler opened the door, placing his hand on my chest and pushing me backwards as he closed the door behind him.
"What's going on?" I demanded, not really in the mood for Tyler's antics. "I got an urgent text from Trinity-"
"Yeah that was me," he interrupted. "We need to talk."
I stared at him. "What?"
"We need to talk," he repeated.
I turned on my heel and headed back to my car, fuming.
"Nicole!" he called, grabbing my shoulder. "Seriously, alright?"
"No, not alright," I said, wrenching away from him. I turned to face him. "I don't know what you're trying to do, but I'm really not in the mood for it today."
"I'm trying to have a normal conversation with you."
"Well that's not gonna happen."
"Nicole, I'm trying to be reasonable here."
"And I'm done with you and everything having to do with you."
"I know that, okay? I was an asshole to you, a real douche. But if you give me five minutes, I can make everything right."
"Why?" I demanded. "Why should I give you another chance? And why do you care now?"
"Because Shane is my best friend," Tyler said.
"He likes you."
I froze, my throat closing and heart pounding. "No he doesn't," I managed to choke out. "Whoever told you that lied."
"I don't think Shane would lie about it."
My mind began to whirl, and I took a long blink to calm my nerves. "Five minutes King, so start talking."
"I'm sorry that I told everyone you slept with me," Tyler said. "I'm sorry that I told everyone you were a whore and slut and I'm sorry that I posted your picture on a naked body and spread it around."
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Monroe Academy for the ArtsTeen Fiction
Completed. Thousands of students apply, and only 75 get in per year. This prestigious academy is seemingly perfect on the outside, it's every student's dream. But the students struggle to keep up the facade. Each student holds a secret, something de...