Okay, so I'm sitting here and then I see an ICONic Boyz story and then I start thinking about a storyline, soooo, here is my ICONic Boyz story; my first ICONic Boyz story, so if it's bad, don't judge :p


Chapter One

/Christiana/

Nick Mara.

Whose that?

Well, to most people he's a down to earth dancer.

But to me, he's a stuck up ass who doesn't care about anybody but himself. My friends complain about the fact that I've known him since we were five, yet I take the whole thing for granted. I don't though. I'm one of the few people who know how much of a conceited jerk he really is and that's one reason I try my best to avoid him. He thinks he's better than everyone and he expects things to be handed to him on a silver platter.

My two best friends, Shannon and Aislinn think he's just perfect. Gag…

I hate Nick Mara with every fiber of my being, but… I can't deny that he's attractive. Very attractive.

I was shaken from my thoughts when the bell went off, signaling homeroom was over and first period was starting. Everyone hurried out of the room and to their first class of the day while I went as slow as possible. Why?

Nick.

I have to sit next to him in first period and that means we work on our class projects together and everything.

As I reached the door of my first period class Nick and me tried to squeeze through at the same time. I scoffed at him when he shoved me to get through. Some gentleman…

Note my sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes in anger and continued my journey to my desk that was pushed together with Nick's. I sat down and put my things on my desk.

First period for me was English.

I loved writing, but not as much as singing and dancing. Most of my friends know that I love to sing, but no one knows that dancing is another passion of mine. I don't know why I've never told anyone, I just haven't. Nick doesn't know either; I don't know what he would think or say for that matter, if he found out. He doesn't know I sing either, but he knows I love to write.

The teacher came into the room and closed the door as the bell rang telling us class had officially started. I took out a pencil, ready to start writing when Nick grabbed the pencil I was holding. I snapped my head in his direction making my red hair smack my face. A scowl over took my features and he just smirked at me.

"Thanks for the pencil, Chrissy." He muttered. The nickname was something only he called me; I had always tried to tell him to drop the nickname, but he never did and so I just let him call me Chrissy.

"Nick, that's my last pencil and I need it so give it back!" I whispered. He shook his head and I latched my hands around the other end of the pencil and we both started tugging.

"Let it go."

"No, you."

"Chrissy, let it go!"

"No!"

We both struggled to keep the pencil in our grip and suddenly his fingers slipped and he fell off his chair. I couldn't help but laugh as he stood up quickly and brushed himself off; sporting a rosy color on his cheeks.

"Mr. Mara, care to take a seat?"

"Yes m'am." He mumbled before sitting back down beside me. His eyes narrowed at me and I only shrugged mockingly in response with a grin on my face.

The only fun apart of knowing Nick is the back and forth between us. We throw insults at each other and sometimes it's playful. But usually it's a fight over stupid stuff then we start insulting each other. I actually find it quite entertaining when he can't think of a comeback sometimes. Dare I say, he looks… cute, when he thinks?

Ew, no!

The rest of class went by and soon the teacher was assigning us an essay to start before class ended.

"I'm going to write a topic on the board while you guys get out your papers and pencils." She started writing on the board while I pulled out a piece of paper and Nick tapped me on the shoulder.

"Give me a pencil."

"One, I don't have another one and two, have some manners and maybe say please next time."

"Well, do you have a pen?"

"Mhm."

"Can I use it?"

"I don't know, can you?" He glared at me and I just smiled back.

"May I please borrow a pen?"

"Sure." I handed him a black pen from my pencil case.

Soon enough the teacher had finished writing down the topic and I smiled as I read it over.

'Your topic is to write about something that you love to do; something that makes you happy.'

I quickly started writing about my passion for dance. It was only the very first thing that came to my mind.

"Alright children, you have twenty minutes to start and when your times up I want you to finish the essays for homework. They're due in two days and before you pass them in, have your partners read them and have them give you some constructive criticism on the essay and I want it two pages long. If you'd like, you can make it longer."

I didn't even listen to anything after due in two days.

Within ten more minutes I had three pages; front and back, done. I finished it with the front of a fourth page.

I put my pencil down and saw Nick was still writing.

My fingers laced together on my desk and a bored look was put on my face. Nick looked over at me and scrunched his eyebrows together, "You finished?"

"Yup, four pages."

"Wow. What'd you write about?"

"Um, nothing…"

"You're gonna have to tell me eventually, we're supposed to read each other's papers."

My eyes almost bulged from their sockets, "We are?"

"Yeah? Weren't you listening?"

"Not really. Once he said it was due in two days I just zoned out, ready to start."

"Well, he said we have to have our partners read it before we pass it in."

I gulped and looked down at my essay. I couldn't rewrite the whole thing, but no one knew about my thing for dancing and telling Nick wasn't something I was planning on doing anytime soon.

"What's wrong with you? You look tense."

"I'm fine."

It was silent for another few minutes until he set his pen down; well, my pen. We had about nine minutes left of class.

"Let's read each other's essays." He went to grab mine when I smacked his hand away.

"Ow, what the hell?"

"I-uh… I don't want you to read it."

"Well, I have to." I sighed and decided to give up, so I took his essay and let him take mine.

"You wrote about dancing?" He asked. I could hear the shock in his voice as I stared down at his paper, not wanting to look at him.

"Yeah."

"You dance?"

"Yes…"

"How long have you been dancing for?"

"Since I was eight."

"Eight? You've been dancing for five years and I never found out?" He looked at me with his eyebrows raised.

"No one knew. It was just something I kept to myself." I murmured.

"Are you any good?"

"I don't know…"

"Well, maybe you could dance for me sometime."

The bell rang and I smirked at him, "In your dreams."


I walked into the lunchroom and saw Aislinn talking to Vinny.

Vinny Castronovo.

AKA Nick's best friend.

But Vinny's definitely the complete opposite of Nick. Vinny was someone I would talk to, he was nice, unlike Nick and he was down to earth.

I walked over to the two and smiled at Vinny who smiled back, "Hey guys."

"Hey, Christi." Aislinn said as she turned to face me.

"Uh, I'll see you girls later." Vinny said awkwardly before walked away.

"So, what were you talking to Vinny about?"

"Oh, you know… stuff…" She bit her lip and I raised an eyebrow.

"You so have a crush on Vinny." Her face turned a bright red.

"No!"

But before I could protest I felt someone smash into me from beside me and then I was covered in milk, some kind of lunch meat, and sauce.

I turned to my side to see Nick staring at me with his mouth hung open, "Uhhhh…"

I squinted my eyes at him in anger and I realized everyone in the lunch room was staring at us. I then proceeded to take some of the gross substance all over my shirt and squish it all over Nick's face and on his hair.

'ooh's' were heard all around and I smiled at Nick who suddenly looked angry and then all hell broke loose.

Me and Nick started throwing food on each other and suddenly everyone was throwing food across the room and at each other and just… everywhere.

"Nick Mara, you're a jerk!" I bellowed while pouring a carton of milk all over his head.

"And you're a brat!" he shouted while dumping sauce all over me.

"Oh that's it!" I grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to a table. He shouted his complaints on the way and suddenly I took him by the back of the head and shoved his face in a plate of spaghetti. I pulled his head back and he was gasping for breath, "Are you gonna stop?"

"Yes, just let go of my hair!"

"It's already ruined."

"Whatever."

I let go of his hair and we both looked down at our outfits then at each other's outfits and started laughing.

The cafeteria doors opened loudly and the principal walked in causing everyone to stop throwing food. We all stared at him, waiting for him to talk, "Who started this?" It came out in a shout and I gulped when all fingers pointed at me and Nick.

"Nick Mara and Christiana Jefferson follow me. Now!" His stern voice made me scared and me and Nick were soon walking down the hall behind the principal.

"This is all your fault, dummy!" I whispered to him.

"What? It is not!" He defended.

"Yes it is! You just had to dump your lunch all over my shirt!" I yelled in a whisper.

"It was an accident!" He said gesturing to my shirt.

"Sure it was." I muttered.

Soon we were both sitting in the principals office, "I have come to the decision that you both will be staying after school for the next week cleaning the cafeteria. Lunch will be outside until you two have finished cleaning, and I want it spotless."

My jaw dropped and Nick's eyes were wide.

This'll be some week…


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