Nicole had always believed that nice guys finish last. She has always been surrounded by people who thought of nothing, but themselves and their own desires. In retrospect, these environmental factors from her tragic upbringings had turned her heart...
I blinked, sniffing instinctively. I hadn't felt the iron taste of my own blood reaching my upper lip. "Fuck."
Jecka grimaced, reaching for a crumpled tissue off my nightstand like she was handling roadkill. "You like being a walking PSA wherever you go, huh?"
I snatched the tissue from her, dabbing at my upper lip. "Sorry, Miss D.A.R.E. Ambassador, I didn't realize we were doing a drug intervention mid-binge."
"I'm just saying, maybe take a breather before your entire face caves in?" Jecka suggested. She might be right if I hadn't noticed my own nose beginning to bleed. "Also how the fuck does any of that correlate to the Counselor sabotaging you?"
Shit, I must've went off-topic. It's difficult to concentrate when you're pill-stricken.
"Nothing, I was just yapping. Anyway, the real reason is that he secretly recorded me breaking into a vending machine."
"Did it have Coca-cola in it?" She asked.
"Yeah?"
"Justifiable then." Jecka smiled softly.
"Well, the day's still young, and school finished early because of Midterms, so what do you wanna do now?" She asked.
>> WATCH SUPER-SIZED MYTHS WITH BASIC CABLE PACKAGE << >> HEAD TO THE MALL <<
"Wanna hit the mall?" I asked, already reaching for my hoodie.
Jecka shot me a look. "Are you serious?"
I blinked, tilting my head like a clueless puppy. "Serious about what?"
Jecka pinched the bridge of her nose. "Nicole, every time we go to the mall, I feel like I need to draft my last will and testament! Do you not remember when you almost bled out in the fucking parking deck!?"
Her voice had that rare edge of actual concern, but I just shrugged. "Okay, and? I didn't die."
"Well, you were on the verge of dying. Besides the point I was traumatized okay??"
"And I watch edits about traumatizing things all the time. We'll be fine." I waved a dismissive hand. "Besides, the Mall Cop who shot me works at our school now. I doubt he's still patrolling the mall like some bootleg SWAT officer."
Jecka's expression shifted into a state of exhaustion, rubbing her temples to question my train of thought. But, I knew her better, she couldn't get enough of me.
With an exasperated sigh, "Alright then," She reached for her puffy jacket that was laying strewn on the carpet floor, "But, if you get in trouble again, I won't be able to save you like last time!"
"Thank yewww!~" I teased in a sing-song voice.
"I'm going to regret enabling you, aren't I?"
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