(OMG. I have to learn to finish a story before I create a new one. Here's let ANOTHER JONAS based story! =] I really enjoy this one. Lol. I like them all! But yes. I'm grateful for readers…*andreveiwscoughcough* :D I promise to everyone that reads I will try my best to finish they ones I started! I still have at least several more ideas for a JONAS story. They just inspire me and create so much creativity that stirs in my mind.)
Chapter one.
"You're annoying."
"You're immature." Nick shot back in that calm, non-arguemental.(Totally a real word)
"Pass chemical A." I said coldly, holding my hand out.
"I think I'm capable of putting two drops into the breaker."
"I don't think you are. Now hand it over." I demanded, glaring at him threw my safety glasses.
"No." He objected, finally turning toward me, "I can do it."
"No you can't." I argued.
"Watch me."
"No." I huffed and I reached for the dropper in his hand. Automatically he pulled away in protest; his elbow knocked over a test tube, and the one beside it. We could only watch silently as the green liquid ran on the table, and the clear liquid chased after it. They finally mixed together, and the unknown mixture began to sizzle and fizz.
"Uh oh.." escaped between my lips.
The fizzing intensified.
"Abort! Abort!" One of the girls across the table shouted; sending the class into panic mode.
It began bubbling, and the bubbles grew more and more frantic.
Nick and I looked at each other, both holding clueless expression. What were we supposed to do? Run away like every one? That seemed like the most logical thing to do, but this was our lab station, so it was our responsibility, wasn't it?
"She's gunna blow!" Someone hollered.
Finally Nick grabbed my arm to try and hide from the explosion; trying to be a hero. But before we could duck, it happened. Green muck exploded everywhere, and the entire class was silent and watching us. I wiped the muck from my glasses, and wondered how much trouble we'd be in. Nick was yanked away from me, and I quickly looked over at him, and I saw Ms. Haylies ushering Nick to the chemical showers.
"Get her under the water!" Ms. Haylies ordered.
A boy and a girl grabbed my shoulders and tugged me backward, and I looked up, right at the head of the shower. That was a mistake, cold water was dumped onto me, enveloping my body and I gasped from the coldness. It was almost painfully cold.
Within several minutes Nick and I were sitting side by side on a bench in the class room. We were wrapped in small blankets, soaking wet, teeth chattering, itchy, and deeply annoyed by one another. If you weren't able to catch on, Nick and I had a difficult time getting along. We didn't say a word to each other, we didn't have too.
"The rashes should go away within twenty minutes or so. The itching however can and may last a bit longer. Hour, days perhaps." Ms. Haylies explained, "The chemicals you two mixed aren't harmful, they just cause an irritation with skin contact." She continued to give us those 'disappointed teacher eyes'. "You two can serve morning detention tomorrow, clapping my erasers clean. As for the.. Explosion, I'll talk to the janitors, and if they feel the need for your assistance, you shall be notified before you leave school today." Then she walked away.
I glared and itched the side of my neck. Our muck then began smoking, but no one really noticed. Nick and I did thought, at the last minute. I opened my mouth to get the teachers attention, but then was interrupted when the fire alarm went off.
"You are the worst chemistry partner. Ever." Nick sighed.
I shot my glare over to him, "It was your fault." I snapped.
"My fault?!" He asked in bewilderment, "How is it my fault when you tried to forcibly take the dropped out of my hands?"
"Well maybe if you just gave it to me when I asked." I retorted quietly.
"I told you I had it covered!"
"Yeah but I wanted to do it!"
Our bickering continued into the hall, as we walked side by side.
"You obviously lack the ability to understand how this is your fault and I'm willing to accept it." Nick said.
I gave him yet another dirty look, "I lack the ability? I wouldn't be the one talking if I were you."
"Do you insist on making my life this much more difficult?" He growled.
"Oh. Oh!" I said loudly, I knew he hated it when I made a scene out of our fighting. I stopped in the middle of the hall and acted like I had just figured something out "I'm so sorry Mr. Jonas. I didn't realize how being a rock star could be so hard." I said with fake astonishment. "It must be hell." I narrowed my eyes at him.
Nick just gave me a 'you-gotta-be-kidding-me' look. "You know, you have no idea-"
That hit a sore spot, but before I could snap back at him someone behind us whispered, "They argue like a married couple."
Nick and I both acted like we didn't hear her, and were quietly walking side by side, not sure how to act. A light blush touched my cheek and I looked away. I was starting to feel… nervous?
The chemical accident was his fault! So I put my foot out and tripped him. He looked up at me in annoyance, and I smirked smugly and left him there.
I figured I'd be all right in my wet clothes until I got home. The weather was great anyways. And I was wearing my blue uniform shirt, my skirt. We stood outside for a few minutes before we were allowed to go back inside. After chemistry was lunch.
I was at my locker when Stella walked over to me. She took in my look with obvious fake shock, "What happened to you?"
"Like Stella Malone doesn't know her gossip." I rolled my eyes, smiling at my best friend. Even though class just ended, I knew she'd know everything already.
She smiled, "Okay." She held her cell phone out, "Sarah texted me. You and Nick were arguing. Once again."
"Oh my gosh. What happened to your face?" Macy popped out of nowhere, looking really close at my face, examining the blotches of rash were the muck was. Then her eyes widen, "Not that you look any less pretty! You're still gorgeous."
I smiled at her sweet compliment, "Awh, thanks Macy."
"Would you like to borrow a uniform? You know I can whip one up just like that." Stella snapped her fingers, "Yours is kinda… wet."
I grabbed my lunch box from my locker, "That's okay Stel. I think I'll manage until I get home. Thanks for the offer though."
"What are best friends for?" She replied.
I sighed, "I'm glad I have you guys."
"Awe." Macy gushed, "Group hug!" Macy hugged me gingerly because I was wet. Stella seemed to hesitate, until I gave her the puppy dog eyes. We hugged then I whispered, "These rashes are contagious."
"Ew! Ew!" Stells gasped.
Macy looked really upset.
I nearly fell over laughing, "I'm kidding!"
They had asked me to sit with them, and I couldn't think of a reason not to. So of course I agreed, I loved them. I had forgot… Nicholas sat with them. I was perfectly fine with his brothers, I just could not stand Nick one bit. But to my luck, he wasn't sitting there.
"Oh. Hey I forgot to get something to drink. I'll be right back." I told Stella and Macy before I left to go get it.
But just as I turned around I ran straight into someone. Fruit punch spilt down the entire front of my uniform. This little transaction caught the attention of most of the lunch room, enough to quiet the place. I looked down at the staining red on my uniform, it was my favorite top. No one knew Stella designed it, actually, she told people I designed it. Slowly, I looked up to the monster who did this. My eyes looked into the brown eyes on Nick Jonas.
He returned the smug smirk I gave him earlier, "Oops." He shrugged, like he couldn't do anything about it.
I could not comprehend the anger I felt. I glared at him, and his stupid smug look, I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I looked around and saw a few girls snickering, some laughing. All the overwhelming anger moistened my eyes, and I could have swore I was a flick for sorry in his eyes. I shoved him back a step or two, then pushed past him out of the lunch room.
"Nick!" I hear Stella scold, but I didn't say around. I sprinted into the girls' bathroom and tried to clean off my ruined shirt.
"Nick!" Stella scolded from the lunch table.
Nick probably wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he was proud. That is until he could have swore he saw her eyes watering. But a girl like Rose crying, seemed so, unreal.
"How could you do that to Rose?" Stella demanded, as Nick walked over to the table. She refused to move for him to get by her to sit down.
"Stella. She tripped me in the hall earlier in the hall during the fire alarm. You know how many times I was stepped on?" He replied calmly.
"Nick I designed that shirt that you ruined!" She yelled.
Macy stood up beside Stella, "I think you owe her an apology."
"That girl is pure evil!" Nick exclaimed, "I'm surprised she hasn't stab me with her pitchfork yet."
"You embarrassed her in front of the entire school!" Stella pointed out.
"She hates me for no reason!" Retorted Nick.
"She just probably hasn't gotten used to you yet." Stella snapped.
"I won't apologize until she does."
Stella tried to bit her tongue, but she couldn't help it, "Nick. Quiet being such a jerk to her."
"Stel, why are you picking her over me?"
Stella gave him a confused look, "What are you talking about?"
"You over here defending her, and you're not over there defending me."
"Nick you make no sense but-"
Macy grabbed Stella's arm, and gave a glance of disapproving look to Nick, who took his chance for a chair. Macy nor Stella stopped him.
"Let's go see if Rose is okay." Macy suggested.
"All right." Stella agreed, and they both looked at Nick before they went to go find their beloved friend. Much like they expected, they found her in the girls' bathroom crying.
I wiped the single tear that escaped my eyes, before anyone noticed. Fighting with Nick so much was stressful, and we took it way to far today. I shouldn't have tripped him in the hall, he probably got hurt. I would take that over having fruit punch spilt all over the front of your uniform. He didn't understand how important this was to me. Honestly, how hard could it be to be a freaking rock star? Tons of money! Thousands of screaming fans! The works.
"Rose?" Stella's voice called.
I looked up into the mirror and saw Stella and Macy coming into the bathroom. I smiled at them, "Hey."
"Oh honey!" Macy said sympathetically and rushed to me and wrapped her arms around me. I wanted to cry into her embrace but I stayed strong.
"How're you feeling?" Stella half smiled.
"Other than wishing I had a pitchfork to stab Nick with. I feel cold, itchy, wet, sticky, and humiliated." I stressed the last one.
"I can easily make you another shirt like this one." Stella offered.
"Stella have I told you how much I loved you?" I smiled at her.
I could always count on them for making me feel better.
"-But I heard you tripped Nick in the hallways." Stella knew it was the only fair thing to do, since she got mad at Nick for his treatment of Rose. It was difficult being friends with mortal enemies.
My smile vanished, "Yeah?"
"Why'd you do it?" Stella's question sounded more like a plea than anything.
"Because I can't stand him." I replied quickly.
"Well you know he was hurt, right?" Stella asked, trying to stay cautious and not upset me.
Well it did upset me. "The jerk just humiliated me in front of the ENTIRE school, and you're worried about him?!" I snapped.
"No it's not that-"
"Wow. Thanks a lot Stella." I sighed and walked out of the hallway.
Stella sighed in annoyance, and followed offer her. "I have an extra uniform." She called.
I stopped in my tracks, I had no choice. I turned to face her, "Can I borrow it?" I asked hopefully.
She smiled mischievously, "Only if you agree to be my friend again."
I laughed, "Okay."
*Time later*
"Once again, Stella Malone is a life saver." I announced as I fixed my appearance in the mirror.
"The rashes are gone too." Macy smiled.
"They are!" I exclaimed, and then itched, "I'm still itchy though."
The bell sounded and we all left to our lockers. I felt a presence on the other side of my locker door. I grabbed my history text book, and closed it slowly. I had to swallow vomit, once I realize it was Nick standing there. I just looked at him, then started to walk away.
"Wait. Rose." He grabbed my wrist.
I yanked it from his grip, "Don't touch me. Don't talk to me." I barked.
He took in a deep breath, and looked at me with those eyes. He looked really serious, like usual. He needed to lighten up. "Stella wants me to apologize." He forced the words out, and they were almost to quiet for me to hear.
"Oh, well isn't that nice of her." I crossed my arms, "Not man enough to own up to your own mistakes?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Look." He pushed my insult aside, "I'm sorry for spilling juice on you. It was really… uncalled for." He looked downwards.
His apology really meant a lot to me. It made me feel bad, and by the way that he was looking away, told me this was coming from the heart. I just looked at him, and I wanted to forgive him. But he was only apologize because Stella wanted him too.
"I don't forgive you." I heard myself say.
He looked up quickly, unable to believe me. I held my stare, but with less intensity. "You're only saying sorry because someone else wants you too."
"It's still an apology isn't it?"
I shook my head, "To me, it means nothing. So in other words, it means as much to me as you do." I spoke harshly. His eyes widen and I saw I hurt him deep. Why was I so intent on hurting him?
"Fine. Because I never meant it. Nor will I ever. You deserve everything." He retorted just as harshly.
"You two are unbelievable." Stella's voice called to us.
Nick and I looked away from each other, and to Stella; feeling almost ashamed. I took a step away from Nick, and neither of us were able to look Stella in the eye.
"Do either one of you know how much I've done for you?" Stella yelled at both of us, "And I ask on thing from the both of you, and you ignore me. Do you know how hard it is being good friends with two people that can't be in the same room as each other for ten seconds without trying to kill each other? You two are always at each other throats, and you never think of the people around you when are. I'm always stuck in the middle, and I'm sick of it. So until you two are able to get over yourselves, I'm not friends with either one of you." Her words felt like a slap in the face. She looked from Nick's eye, to mine; tears brimming. Then she turned away, and walked briskly to her next class.
I hadn't realized mine and Nick's arguing affected her so much. It hurt my broke my heart to see her just so easily walking away. Slowly, my eyes moved back to Nick's. We both held the same shamed expressions in our eyes. He pressed his lips together, and I looked to my feet. We didn't know what to say to each other. I felt like an awful friend, and I needed to be away from Nick. I shut my locker, and walked to my class.