Author's Note: Jeez, I am having major writer's block. I am writing this right now on September 7, 2011, at 6:10pm, Kansas City time (I don't live in Kansas City I am just picking a random city that I know that that city has the same time as where I am, my brother lives there. O.o) Yeah, so I just want that known so if I don't post this for forever you all know I started it now and I tried. So yeah...here it is.
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I walked slowly down the hall, looking for Celeste, but trying to look like I wasn't. I wanted to walk confidently and gracefully, unfortunately that was impossible.
I slammed into someone for the second time today, falling on my butt again. My books falling from my arm, I crashed to the floor, feeling nauseated. I gripped my stomach, closing my eyes. Shoot.
"You just can't get enough of me, Princess, can you?" A voice sounds.
I glance up, instantly recognizing that voice. My heart stops. He called me Princess! He has a pet name for me...
There he was, in all his glory. And NO, I do not mean that he's naked. I just mean that he looks...drop-dead gorgeous. Just like his sister.
Why couldn't my family inherit any of that sexiness that they both seem to just...radiate? It wasn't fair; I was a good person. And yet I was stuck with plain black hair and not at all exciting black eyes.
A few seconds later, when I could tear my eyes away from the sex god in front of me, I noticed something very upsetting.
Behind Nick was a group of his friends laughing their asses off. I looked back at Nick and
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Author's Note: It is now Tuesday, September 13. Oopsie...
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Saw him grinning. I blustered, my cheeks flaming. How dare he!? He was so nice this morning.... Okay, maybe not. But still! He shouldn't be acting like this....
I gathered my books, getting to my feet as quickly as possible. I gave him my evilest glare and whirled around, stalking away.
I was so disappointed. I thought he was a good person... I guess I was wrong. God, why did it hurt so much? My eyes watered. I couldn't cry! Not here in the middle of the hallway with everyone looking at me! Spotting the bathroom up ahead, I felt a moment of relief. I could get in there, bawl my eyes out, then be out in a few minutes. No one would know.
Then I felt a hand on my arm. A big, solid, soft, warm hand. A glorious hand. A hand I wanted in other places besides my arm.
Stop! I scolded myself. No, I did not want that hand touching me anywhere, at all! It was an evil hand. Evil, evil, evil.
"I'm sorry." Nick said softly.
I refused to look at him. If I did I would fall right into the trap of those chocolate brown eyes.
"Come on." His hand shifted down, from my bicep to my hand. He twined his fingers with mine, then started walking, pulling me behind him.
"Where are we going?" I asked him, finding my voice. It sounded breathy, like I was letting out a huge gust of air when I said it. I winced inwardly, but at least I said it.
He pulled me to the fountain in front of the school, the place where I met Celeste.
"I need to tell you something." He said, sitting down. I sat down next to him, setting my backpack on the ground near my legs. He was still holding my hand, tracing patterns across it.
I nodded mutely. He wasn't looking at me, and I momentarily felt stupid. Just as I was about to open my mouth, he spoke again.
"I know I haven't known you for long. I haven't even known you a whole day. And half of all the time I've been with you, I acted like a huge jerk. I'm sorry. Please forgive me, but I usually act like that. I don't want to, but I can't let anyone get close to me. If I do, they will pry, and if they pry, my life will be ruined. Yet, I don't think I can hold in it much longer. I have to tell someone. And I thought you would be a good choice because I barely know you, so your opinion of me can't be too bad, like some of the people's here."
He looked at me. He studied by eyes, and my heart flopped in my chest. I was unbelievably happy that he had chosen me, but I was also kind of scared. He sounded so serious. He told me he couldn't tell anyone else. That could mean anything. I had some ideas running through my head.
a. He was in love with a nerd, or a teacher, or someone who was NOT ME.
b. He cheated on someone, his girlfriend maybe (He never said he didn’t have one) or he broke a promise or a pact or a swear. Or he cheated in the other way, like hacking his grades or cheating on a final exam.
c. He committed a very bad crime such as:
1. He stole something valuable
2. He kidnapped someone.
3. He murdered someone.
He raped someone.
Those were my ideas. I hoped so very badly that none of them were true.
Nick was still staring. I suddenly realized he was waiting for an answer.
“Okay.” I said.
He looked incredulous, and he continued staring at me for a moment before shaking his head and dropping my hand.
“Whatever. What I wanted to tell you was...well...” He hesitated.
I suddenly realized the meaning behind his hesitation. From my stupid ‘Okay’ he didn’t know if he could trust me or not.
“Nick...” I trailed off, waiting for him to look at me. When he didn’t, I decided to just continue. “Nick, I-I like you. A lot. I think you’re funny and kind, and very handsome. You can tell me whatever you have to say, and I won’t tell anyone. I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.” I smiled weakly, one corner of my mouth lifting up, my eyes watering, my head tilting to the side. I reached out a trembling hand and rested it on his shoulder. His eyes shifted towards me and he let out his breath.
“Okay. Deal. Well, I guess I should just get it over with...I’m in love with Celeste.” He studied my face to watch my reaction.
I went through several emotions. First one was, I have to admit it, smugness. I was right! That was option a. My second emotion was pride. At myself.
The third emotion I felt was betrayal. I wish he had killed someone! I was desperately hoping he was in love with me!
Fourth emotion, sadness. Oh well, maybe there are other hot guys here. I doubt it, though. I was lucky there was Nick in this small town hell called TickleToes.
And then finally, the fifth emotion. The emotion I’m pretty sure everyone was expecting. Shock. Did he just say Celeste? His TWIN SISTER?!?!
I knew she was weird.
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Author’s Note: This is the longest chapter I have ever written! I’m pretty sure it’s going to be at least 4 pages. Aren’t you proud of me?
I’m putting a requirement. Last chapter DID NOT get very many comments or votes, which makes me think no one is reading this, and I don’t want to continue if no one is reading it. So...
I need:
0 new fans...Okay, well I can’t exactly ask for more fans. People can fan me for other stories, and if I count it for this one, it’s not really fair. If you are reading this though and you’re not a fan, please become one. Because even though it’s not a requirement, it WILL make me feel EXTREME HAPPINESS, which will prompt me to write faster.
5 votes. I have thirty something fans, we can manage five votes, right?
3 comments. That’s so little to ask, but I will have to wait so long for it, I know I will. If I don’t, then wow. Another chapter will be up sooner.
I hope you are all enjoying this story. I know I am, greatly. I like writing it. It brings me peace.
Haha. Well, kind of. Anyway, thank you for reading this story. It means so much! I know I haven’t been posting ANY of my stories recently, and I’m sorry. I have soooo much homework it’s like I’m buried. I will try to post more often, but it’s really hard.
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