Okay, I know how long ago I promised this forever ago but I've been slammed with homework all week. We're doing review for midterms next month, and I've needed to prepare and read and take so many notes because I'm starting a new chapter in two classes and finishing a book in my English class which means multiple tests plus a Spanish project which I need to do over break and it's just been ARGH.
The next day, Xander began his attempts to get Nicolette to go to the party with him.
Nicolette was up bright and early, already reviewing and preparing for finals. She had set up the material last weekend (which meant organizing her binders and notebooks and creating flashcards to study with) and now, she could study in peace.
Her parents were at work, doing business at the tall building downtown and working hard, so when the doorbell rang, Nicolette gave a frustrated groan (as she hated to be interrupted) and answered it. What she saw did not please her.
It was Xander. He had that cocky, irritating smirk on his face. She rolled her eyes. "What do you want, Xander?" She asked.
"Go with me to the party."
Xander started out very confident. He knew if he asked enough and wore her nerves down enough, she'd scream "FINE!" at him and agree to go. But his pride and his ego both suffered a fatal blow when he failed to be prepared for what happened next.
At first, he didn't know what happened, and then it registered in his mind. There was a big redwood door where Nicolette had been a moment ago. She slammed the door in his face! That was harsh, but she hadn't even bothered to respond with words! Now that was just cold and rude. Wasn't she supposed to be like the perfect child and be angelic and polite to everyone, even someone like him?
He banged on the door, and the blonde appeared again. She was not happy. Her emerald green eyes were narrowed and stared up at him with contempt. He stood his ground, even though most men would've run in fear. "Go with me to the party."
"No." He stopped the door with his foot before she could close (slam) it again.
"Go with me to the party."
"No!"
He looked down at her, something he knew she didn't appreciate anyone doing. "I'm not gonna leave until you come with me."
"Then we're going to be doing this for a while." Neither one was backing down. Two equivalent forces battling it out, both determined to succeed. There could only be one victor, and that victor would determine whether Xander would show up at the party with or without the blonde under his arm.
She slammed the door again, and Xander pulled out his cell phone from his pocket.
Nicolette sat back at her desk and opened her textbook when the phone rang. She guessed as to who it was, but there was always the chance that it was one of her parents calling to check up on her. She picked up. "Hello?" She began.
"Go to the party with me."
"No!" She shouted, slamming the phone onto the receiver.
While Xander was grateful that he had obtained her phone number from one of her friends who agreed that Nicolette deserved the chance to loosen up and have some fun, he wouldn't be that much of use to him now. The chances that she was going to pick up were now very slim to none. Fortunately, he had gotten her email as well.
Nicolette heard the "ping" from her laptop and went to check her email, in case it was from a friend or the school. However, when she opened her inbox, they were all titled with the same thing:
GO TO THE PARTY WITH ME.
There were at least ten emails, and she marked them all as spam and received no more. Well, he was certainly more persistent than she originally believed, but she was more than able to handle her situation.
She went to the kitchen window, and opened it. "I'm not going to any party with you!"
"Yes you are!"
"Go away, or I'm calling the cops!"
"That doesn't bother me, sweetheart!"
She let out another growl of frustration, and slammed her window shut. She turned back to her desk. She heard the sound of a pebble hitting her window. Then another. Then another. Finally, she heard glass shatter and when she turned her head, she spotted a large rock on her floor. She looked out her window. "Sorry!" He called. He truly hadn't meant to break her window. Now Nicolette had to explain the busted to her parents when they got home.
She growled and shouted, "Will you go away!" She shouted.
He nodded. "Yes, I will-the second you go out with me."
"FINE!"
He grinned, pleased with himself and called up, "See next weekend, babe."
In a moment, he turned away, and he was gone.
Nicolette didn't even know what she did. Already she was regretting her words. She liked Xander-she knew she did. But…Xander just wasn't good for her-and her parents would never approve of him. Not to mention, they had almost nothing in common-except for the same favorite color, spiceberry. But they were fire and ice; two complete different opposites. Nicolette knew it was for the best-for both of them-if they never even tried. It would hurt too much.
You never cross my mind at all;
That's what I tell myself.
What we had has come and gone.
You're better off with someone else.
It's for the best.
I know it is.
But I see you,
Sometimes I try to hide what I feel inside.
And I turn around,
You're with him now.
I just can't figure it out.
Tell me why it's so hard to forget.
Don't remind me,
I'm not over it.
Tell me why,
I can't seem to face the truth.
I'm just a little too not over you.
She didn't even think Xander was serious about her. He'd date her for a few months, then lie to her and sleep with her one time (during those few months, he'd be sleeping with other girls) and then dump her. That was all she was to him. She suddenly wanted to respond to his email, saying she didn't want to or lie and say that something came up, but if she knew Xander was well as she thought she did, that wouldn't stop him from trying to get with her again.
And when her parents got home, she would have to tell them that she had actually made plans for the next weekend. Only, she didn't even want to think about how they would take it. Even from a young age, they had raised her to be perfect, an angel, the child all of the other parents would envy. They wanted to show her off at functions, and sometimes, Nicolette felt that was the only reason they loved her-because she was perfect. She sighed. She only had a handful of friends, she doubted her parents, and she had a party with Xander this weekend. Her life was spiraling downward, and Nicolette felt as if she was losing control.
Omfg, an update! Yes, I can cross this off of my do-list. I actually have no homework this weekend (for the first time in MONTHS) so I'm free to update (since my new games don't get here until Tuesday and then I'll probably ignore my computer until I've beaten all three of them).
See you soon!
~Mimi
