So I Heard Your a Player...

Chp 14: Lets Give Each Other Nicknames

Dylan

I watched Nikki run out of the classroom, fighting back tears. There was a time, many years ago, I would have ran after her and sat with her till she felt better. Hell, I would have done it a week ago. She slammed into Mrs. Calahoun and hastily picked up her papers and continued running.
 I turned to Lucas and looked at him. He was looking at the floor, rubbing his face. He looked sad and slightly defeated as he ran a hand over his eyes.
  "For some reason, I really hoped that wouldn't have happened. That I had been lied about her cheating. I just never saw her as one of those people." he said.
"She isn't." I picked up my backpack and moved towards the door. "See you at rehersal Lucas." I gave a slight wave with my hand and walked out.

I didn't really have anywhere else to go, so I went to my car, unlocked the door, and saw Nikki's sweater tossed in the backseat. I picked it up and fingered the soft blue fabric. I got out of the car, popped open the trunk, and threw it in there. I slammed the door shut, got back in the car, and started driving away as if the faster I went the more distance I'd put between me and that sweater.

I took the longest route home, and when I pulled into the driveway I sat there for a moment, pondering everything that had happened. What could have possessed Nikki to do such a thing. I'd known her for years, she wouldn't just do that to a person. It would hurt her too much.
  I rubbed my eyes, sadness finally coursing through me. The first tear actually fell from my eye and fell on my pant leg. I looked at it, confused for a moment. The last time I had cried was when I was 8 and my dog had died. That sadness was nothing compared to this. More tears followed in it's place and I squeezed my eyes shut to stop them. I ran my hands through my hair and rubbed my eyes once again, harder. I wiped my face on my shirt, grabbed my backpack and made my way towards the door.
 I opened it and someone ran into me. I looked down and it was Nikki, tears streaming down her face.
 "I'm so sorr-" She looked shocked and bewildered for a second as she looked up at me. "I'm sorry Dylan, I wont come back. You can bet on it. Ask Alishia why I did it, I think it'll bring back some memories." 
 She pushed past me and ran towards her house.

I turned and Alishia was sitting at the top of the stairs, hand over her mouth, the look of sadness on her face clear from even where I was standing.
  "What the hell happened?" I asked sternly, closing the door and setting my backpack down.
She shook her head. "I messed up Dyl. I messed up. I'm so sorry."

I walked slowly up the stairs and sat next to her. "Tell me what happened Alishia. I need to know."

And she told me.

Nikki

Cheater.
Homewrecker.

Those... Those 'nicknames' and more are what I heard as I walked down the school hallways the next day after I had broken up with not only Dylan, but also Lucas. I put my headphones in as quickly as possible and only took them out when I had to for my classes.

But nothing could block the looks. And the stares. And the glares. Coming from around every corner I turned. I saw Alishia, Dylan, and Lucas periodically throughout the day, and I avoided looking at all of them. I felt their stares on my back, but I avoided them.
At lunch I retreated to Mrs. Calahoun's classroom and waited for class to start.

  "Is something wrong Nikki? You've barely touched your food, and I know how much you like to eat." Mrs. Calahoun teased.
  "Um, its nothing Mrs. Calahoun. This stuff is just really... Suspicious looking and I'm not very hungry. I had a big breakfast." I lied, thinking back to the cup of coffee I had as 'breakfast'.
  "Honey, I might be old, and I might have been married to the same man for over 30 years, but I'm still a woman. And a woman knows when another woman is upset and holding back. So don't tell me its nothing." Mrs. Calahoun preached as she sat next to me on the couch.
I turned to her, tears brimming in my eyes, and I told her everything. Every little detail that was involved in this story, and I just let it all out to my drama teacher. How ironic right?
  "Well dear, looks like you've got yourself in quite the pickle." Mrs. Calahoun said when I had finished.
I shrugged, choking out a laugh. I blew my nose from crying and threw it in the trash. "Yeah, I think I might have the whole barrel."
  "Well, if Alishia tells her side of the story, I'm sure one of the two boys will understand."
  "I highly doubt that. Alishia didn't even look like she wanted to tell me and I forced it out of her. I'd be shocked if she told her brother and Lucas."
  "Well, you never know."

During class that day we didn't really do much, and Mrs. Calahoun sent me on a lot of errands, keeping me out of the classroom and busy most of the time.

After class when I was trying to shove some more books in my bag, someone cleared their throat behind me.
  "Niks?" I turned around and Dylan was standing there with his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground.
  "You can call me Nikki." I said flatly.
  "Alishia told me. Everything." Dylan looked up for a brief moment.
  "And?" I asked softly.
  "I don't know, I'll let you know when I figure it out." He walked out and I sighed.

This was going to be a long second semester.

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Hello all! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been super busy and I just had complete writers block with this story, but alas, I have come up with something! I apologize for its shortness, I promise longer chapters will be coming soon.

What do you think is going to happen next? Is Nikki going to forgive Alishia? Are Dylan and Lucas going to forgive Nikki? How is the play situation going to work out?

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  ~Lexa