Only For You - Steve Harrington

Chapter 3

"Your starting to sound like dad." She replied.

"Don't you compare me to that bastard." He yells, drawing some attention to you.

"You know you resemble him a lot. Abusive, rude, anger issue problems. I miss the happy you. The one that would play mermaids on the beach with me, help me when I fell off my bike and scrap my knee." Nicole says.

"Yeah, well that Billy left with mom." He said push her aside and walking past her.

"Well, can I at least be friends with this new Billy, even if he's an asshole?" Nicole ask.

"No, because I don't hang out or associate myself with bitches like you." He responds.

"Maybe I'm not the bitch!" She says slapping his arm and accidentally spilling her red punch on him. He turned around hitting her hard on the shoulder knocking her back a little bit.

"Billy I'm sorry I didn't mean to spill that." She tried to assure him.

"Like hell you didn't." He said punching her in the stomach, and then in the face.

She bent down in pain holding her stomach with one hand and the other going up to touch the fresh blood on her face. She moved her hands, standing back up right. She spit some blood from her mouth on the ground.

"You'll regret that." She said, anger lancing her tone.

Before she could lunge at him music began to play and everyone around began to dance, blocking her path to Billy.

She walked inside, fresh tears pricking her eyes.

Everyone in life had flaws. Nicole had many. But her biggest one is getting in to things she can't handle. For example an argument with Billy. She knows she will leave with a busted eye or something but she still does it. Nicole calls it bravery, while Max calls it stupidity, but whatever it is it always manages to upset Nicole.

And when Nicole is upset she results to one thing.

Alcohol.

Grabbing an empty chip bowl and dumping the remaining crumbs out, Nicole fills the bowl with punch and walks to go drink it in the front lawn. A place that was quieter, and gave her a space to think. So she thought but when she looked over she saw the face of a teenage guy, tears staining his checks.

He had nice hair, she would admit, pretty face.

"What's wrong?" She asked, lifting the bowl up to her face and taking a long sip of the punch.

"My girlfriend, if I can still call her that, just called our whole relationship bullshit." He said.

"Huh. That sucks. Punch?" She offered passing him the bowl, he took it, drinking even more than she had from it.

"What wrong with you?" He asked after he finished drinking.

"Me and my brother got into another argument. First verbal, than physical." She scoffed, yanking the punch bowl out of his hand.

"I think we need some more punch." He stifled a laugh.

"Forgot this fruity punch, I'm getting us some beer." She said standing and walking off, grabbing as many cans of beer she could kind, even open ones some had left half drank.