A/N: So, hey. I was originally going to do a Hunter/Quinn chapter, but then a bunch of things happened with my Mum. I got pissed off and I've now lost all memory of Hunter and Quinn, so I'm being forced into a Lucy/Nick one. I'm basically in a really pissy mood and I'm majorly upset. I won't enforce my problems on you all, so here's the chapter.
Also: I had Sea Cadets last night, so I couldn't UD. Then tomorrow I have a photoshoot all day, then a party on Monday, but I'll try and update as soon as possible.
Lucy POV
I was pissed off.
That was one way I would describe my mood.
I mean, come on. The boy had decided to ignore me. And don't even say that I'm overreacting and that he wasn't ignoring me, because he totally was. My mom was back from her trip. But my dad wasn't. Oh, no. The freaking Chelydra Serpentina Turtles were too important. Way more important than your own daughter.
Anyway, back to my boyfriend ignoring me. Or, he was supposed to be my boyfriend anyway. Bleh.
And my head was hurting. God, can this day get any more worse? Well, I could get kidnapped, and . . . . Yeah.
So, we'd had a fight, and that was totally normal. We had fights all of the time. We always will, if he ever talks to me again, like. Yeah, so, we'd had a fight, as per. Usually we'd just kiss and make up afterwards. (Well, kiss and make out, technically.) And then we'd just go back to normal. But this fight was different. Apparently I was being too 'dramatic' about everything and he was annoyed with me.
Well, here's the story:
I came home from school (Yeah, we're back in. Depressing, right?), and gone straight to the Drakes' farm from school. I talked to Solange for a bit and then made out with Nicholas for a while, and then he needed some blood. So he went and got some, drank it then came back up to his room with a box he found at the front door. He opened it just as he walked into the room. He just shoved it at me then started yelling at me incoherently. I literally couldn't understand a word he was saying. I didn't want to open the box but, let's be honest. I'm Lucy, I'm curious as that cat that got killed. I've fought off whoever killed the poor thing and I'm still here. I saw no harm. It was just a necklace for God's sake; I didn't know why the boy got so ridiculously worked up over it. I started yelling at him back, then he ran downstairs, and I jogged off after him. Of course, I slipped. I tumbled down the stairs at top speed until Logan decided to come out of his room and stop me from dying.
Yeah, it hurt, but I've had worse . . . Right? Yeah, I had.
So, we yelled at each other for what seemed like five hours but was only actually four. And, now I'm sitting in my room with a throbbing headache holding the frigging argument-causing, no-good, two-bit, filthy rotten box in my hands.
I glared at it for a while before throwing it at the lime green wall in anger. I huffed and slammed my head on the pillow, causing the pain to increase drastically. I kicked my feet up and down and glowered at the plain white ceiling.
I liked my room; it was simple, unlike most things. I dressed so dramatically, and with so much jewellery that, at the end of the day, I just needed to come into a room and sit, think to myself for a minute. The lime green walls, laminate floors and white ceiling made up the enclosed space. It has in a bed with a white frame, a walk-in wardrobe and a chest of drawers, on which sat my laptop and phone. In the drawers, I kept my CD's, make-up, my school books and stationary. Like I said: Simple.
I rolled over onto my front so that I could get my phone from under the pillow, to check if I had any texts from Nicholas or Solange. I hadn't.
Surprised? No.
I huffed once again and rolled over to sit up, phone in hand. My head seemed to disagree with every move I made, my head ached more and more with each muscle moving, no matter where it was placed in my body. I just ignored the strong ache and stood up, grabbing some ballet flats and stuffing them over my painted toe-nails and onto my feet. I pulled a scarf of the door on my way out, and wound it around my neck.
"I'll be back later. I think," I yelled. "Bye, Mom." I grabbed my car keys and made my way out of my house, into the darkness of midnight. I couldn't sleep since the fight. And the fight was three days ago. I think I had started to develop insomnia; no matter what I tried I couldn't manage to get a wink off sleep. My school work hadn't exactly gone well since then, and my average was decreasing, so I needed to sort this shit out. Soon.
My hands took me straight to the Drakes' house without even needing my mind's input; I had become so accustomed to driving there day in day out that it was something I didn't need to think about anymore.
As soon as I got there, I got out of my car and looked up to Nicholas' window. I saw him peek out of the blinds, prior to sensing my smell and hoping that it wasn't actually his so-called girlfriend coming to confront him. He cringed and slammed the blinds shut, and then I saw nothing else. We had been dating for round-a-bout two months, now, and Helena decided that, since Sol and I had been best-friends forever, and I was dating her son, that she would give me a key. Nicholas seemed to forget the fact that I had access to a key, as he ran downstairs and locked the door.
I think not, Nicky, dear.
I smirked and pulled the key from my back pocket, inserting it into the slot and turning the handle. I still had the smirk plastered over my face as I walked through the door, but it somehow faltered when I fell over a collection of boxes which were sitting on the floor, right in front of the door.
Clumsy Lucy, I chastised myself.
I looked up to see Nicholas sitting on the bottom step of the stairs, glaring at my twisted leg.
"Oh, for Frigg's sake . . ." I mumbled. He looked up sharply at my face, still glaring. I noticed that his glare somehow softened.
"Want a bit of help?" he asked, still not moving from his slouched position.
"Kinda."
He got up and held his hand out to me, pulling me up. I felt a small cliché spark go through my arm at the contact, but ignored it. You're supposed to be mad at the boy, Lucy. Be angry.
As soon as I was standing, I pulled my arm back, and watched him flinch guiltily.
"What the hell, Drake?"
He just stood there and crossed his arms, his glare once again hardening.
"Seriously. You haven't text me, called me or anything in three days. What's been up with you?"
"Oh, I'm sure that you has someone else to talk to elsewhere," he mutterer under his breath. I just managed to catch it.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I yelled.
"Oh, like you don't know! Come on, Lucy! I know, just admit it!"
"Okay, now I'm just confused," I admitted.
And then the shouting match started.
It was mostly just yelling words at each other, most of which neither of us understood whatsoever.
Until it came to one thing he said, which caught my attention.
"You cheated on me!"
A/N: Okay, so I'm a bit of a bitch leaving you there. This is going to be a two-shot. My computer is about to go off due to time restrictions and I really want to give you this!
But, when I get home from the photoshoot tomorrow, I'll update! Promise!
also: How would you guys feel if I did a chapter in this about their Facebook pages?
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-Ellie'xox
