The Only Exception

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“Favorite color?”

“Black.”

“Favorite song?”

“Sorrow of the dead.”

“What do you think of me?”

I was startled by this question, but I answered it anyway. “I would like you better if you were dead.”

“Bitch.”

“Once again, thank you very much.”

“Why are you so...”

“Goth? Emo?” I finished his sentence for him. “Yeah I get that a lot.”

“I was going to say different, but I guess that works too.”

I sighed. “Why do you care Nick?”

“Because I want to help you.” He answered.

I scoffed. “Yes, because I’m definitely going to accept help from you, considering we got off to such a great start.”

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You’ll give in eventually.”

“I doubt that.” I muttered under my breath.

“Hey I heard that!”

“You were supposed to.”

He huffed, and for the first time today, I smiled. It was actually kind of fun to annoy him. But, of course, I’d never tell him that.

“Seriously though, how far away is your house from here? We’ve been walking for about an hour.” He whined.

“Not my fault you’re slow.” I retorted. “And FYI, its right here.”

We rounded the corner to reveal a small white house, with an even smaller yard. Despite the size, it was actually quite nice.

“So this is your place, hmm?” He looked at me, “Wait, you live alone?”

I shook my head. “No, I live with my brother.”

“Does he go to school with us?”

I laughed. “No, he’s 28.”

He nodded.

“Besides.” I continued, “He’s never stepped foot in a collage.”

“Why?”

I suddenly wished I hadn’t said anything. “Doesn’t matter.”

I pushed my key in the lock, twisted, and opened the door. My house was modern; very modern. Everything was silver and blue, me and my brother’s favorite color.

We walked inside, and I put my stuff on the counter, motioning to Nick that he could do the same.

“EVAN. I’M HOME.” I shouted, knowing that he was probably shut up in his room.

Sure enough, I heard the opening of his door, and the thumping of his feet coming down the wooden steps.

“Hey, why are you home so early?” He looked at Nick. “And more importantly, who is that.”

I opened up my mouth to explain, but before I could utter even a single word, Nick spoke up.

“The names Nicholas, but you can call me Nick.” He smiled, and stuck his hand out.

Evan gave him a look, but eventually took it. “Evan.”

Nick continued. “Don’t worry; nothing was your sister’s fault. I convinced her to skip, because we couldn’t find our first period, and we would have been really late as it was.”

Evan just nodded, and looked at me. “Alright, I let it slide today, but don’t let it happen again, understand?”

I smiled at him, and have him a hug. “Yeah, ok.” I looked at Nick. “Let’s go up to my room.”

Nick smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh, your room, eh?”

I smacked his shoulder, and Evan glared at him. “Ok Nick, let’s go.”

We walked up the steps, down the hallway, and stopped at the door to my room, which was currently closed.

I hesitated, and then finally opened the door to reveal my room. Nick gasped.

My room was light purple, blue, and pink. The walls were adorned with polka dots and flowers, matching my furniture.

“This is your room?” Nick asked, astonished.

“Um… yeah.”

“But it’s so…” He hesitated, then said, “… girly.”

I sighed. “Yeah, I know.”

Then he looked at me, curiosity filling is gorgeous eyes, and said:

 “Explain.”