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So, almost a year's gone by, once again. I'm sorry guys, really, I am. It's just that I had been working on my other story, and no one really cares about that one. And yet again, I find myself lingering over this story, feeling terrible to the readers who actually read this piece of crap…
and yet I read it. It's probably my best story…how ironic.
Nigel felt like a zombie walking to next class, unable to acknowledge any of the people in the hallway.
All that was rushing through his head was Chad's smug voice. "And with Abigail Lincoln on the Adult's side, whether she wants to be or not, there'll be no way that stupid Nigel Uno and the rest of the Kids Next Door will be able to stop us."How was he supposed to stop any of this? He couldn't just break down the car door while the two of them were on a date. He'd get arrested.
Stumbling over his own feet, he slid into his desk for algebra class. Looking to the desk pushed right next to his, he groaned and laid his head on his, remembering who's seat had been assigned there at the beginning of the year.
Did someone have it out for him? Did the God that he didn't believe in just not like him for some reason? He thought he was a good person, yet they seemed to just make his life worse with every step he took.
He didn't bother to pick up his head when she came into the room. Nothing was going to happen between the two of them. They'd sit there, she'd think of him as the dork she'd pounded with the dodge ball, he'd only think of her past self, and she dream about he quarterback boyfriend.
Closing his eyes, he just wanted everything to go away.
"Um, Nigel, is it?" a voice said from beside him.
He slowly lifted his head, knowing who was talking to him. He smiled at her, only to cringe from the painful bruise on his right cheek.
"Oh, I am so sorry about that. I feel terrible. We were playing one minute, and the other you were on the ground. Does it hurt?" she asked, placing her hand on it.
Nigel didn't move, amazed by the soft hand that was on his cheek right now.
"By the way, I'm Abby. Well, it's actually Abigail, but that name has always reminded me of something an old woman would name her dog," she added, frowning for a bit.
Nigel laughed out loud to the latter part. Her laugh joined with his, but was then shushed by the scrawny teacher at the room, trying to explain something about polynomial equations.
The two quieted, only to start laughing again in hushed tones 30 seconds later. This continued for the next fifty minutes of their class as the two of them came up with the stupidest things to talk about, from how the teacher's hair looked like a poodle, to how imaging having a poodle on your head.
When the bell rang, the two stood and gathered their things. Abby looked at Nigel. "Seriously though, I think you'd look good with a poodle on that cue ball of yours."
"Ha ha ha, you are so very funny. If you are done making jokes about me being folically challenged, I think we'd better get to class," Nigel joked, ignoring the fact that it had indeed been Abby who was responsible for his shiny cueball.
Abby took a moment to glance at some writing on her hand. As Nigel looked closet, it appeared to be her class schedule. "I'm going to World History. Lots of boring stuff about boring guys who did stuff I don't care about."
Nigel smiled at that. "I'm going there too. We're in every single class together, if you didn't know…"
"Really? That's great! Since I really never got a chance to know anyone here, and Chad's over at the high school, having someone like you in all my classes makes me feel a lot better."
Nigel continued smile. That's all he could do at this moment. If he opened his mouth at all, all of his feeling towards her would pour out, letting everyone know how he felt. And he couldn't break her like that…
Abby sat in her bedroom that night, finishing up her makeup. As she placed the cap back on her eyeliner, she sighed.
Something didn't feel right.
After today, she felt different.
She had gone to school this morning feeling alone, with only one person that she could depend on, and that was Chad, who she had thought was the love of her life.
But then she saw Nigel. For some reason, the two of them were sitting next to each other in every single class, and it wasn't due alphabetical order. Yet the more she talked to him, more she got to liking him. He introduced her to his friends, and they had all hit it off right away. They talked to her like they had known her in the past, which made her feel almost welcomed.
As she had sat at the lunch table, listening to Wally and Kuki argue with each other, she stared at her hand, thinking more about Chad and strange their relationship was...
She walked home from the candy store, feeling a bit cloudy. When she turned the corner onto her regular street, all the lights on the sidewalk went out, shrouding the area in darkness.
Abby froze, suddenly feeling terrified. Her house, which was only a block away, now seemed like it was miles away. She felt her breath catch in her throat, and no matter how many times she tried to take deep ones, it wouldn't come.
Bright headlights blinded her. When she saw that they were slowing in her direction, she screamed. This was it. She was going to be murdered tonight.
Yet the person in the car was a handsome young teen. With shaggy blond hair and warm chocolate eyes, he glanced at her with concern. "Are you okay? You really shouldn't be out here all alone at this time."
She looked around, someone to come and rescue her, but as she tried to think of someone who would, nothing came to her.
When he noticed her terrified expression, he chuckled softly. "I understand. 'Never accept rides from strangers.' I'm sorry to scare you like that. My name's Chad. I'm a junior at the high school. I could just give you a ride to your house if you want…"
She bit her lip, contemplating what to do before she grabbed the door handle and climbed in.
She found herself in the same car again tonight, with the same feeling in her stomach. Chad and she were parked on the cliff known as 'The Point'. Dread, nervousness, confusion, nausea, and most of all, fear ran through her veins. After all of today, everything felt like it had been turned upside down.
"…so Brock and I were tossing the football back and forth back at practice today, and he took it and one point and chucked it at this one dork who was walking on the field. Isn't that so funny?" Chad asked, laughing through the sentences.
Abby blinked, coming out of her thoughts. She smiled at him and nodded in agreement. Who really cared?
Chad, noticing that she obviously didn't care, cleared his throat. "So, how was your day after I saw you nail Uno in the face with that dodge ball. Hah, Uno, what a dweeb."
"Don't talk about Nigel like that. He's a really sweet and funny guy who was so nice to me today. He and I talked so much today. We're in every single class together. He wants to take me to the eighth grade dance next week," she said, a smile appearing on her face at the thought of the two of them together.
"Did you refuse? Spit in his face? Shun him to hell and back?" Chad exclaimed, beginning to jump around like a wild animal of some sort.
Abby raised her eyebrow. "No, I accepted. It's only for eighth graders, so who else would I go with? I didn't figure you'd be so jealous. We're just friends."
Chad sighed. "Just friends? Everyone says that, Abb. Trust me, I know Nigel. He's not a good guy. He's only out for what he wants and nothing else. He won't care about how you feel. I'm doing this because I care about you. I love you Abby."
She gave a small smile to that. Every girl always wanted to hear that being said to them, but Abby didn't like the way it sounded.
Chad kissed her hair and then her forehead. He made his way to her lips and to her neck. When he got there, Abby couldn't stand it. She placed her hands firmly on his shoulders and pushed. "I'm not ready for this Chad. We've only been together for two days." (wow, what a long relationship)
"What'd you mean? We've been together for two whole days and we can't do this, yet you've known Uno for a couple hours and you're going on a date with him?! I'm sorry Abby, but I can't stand girls who have double standards," Chad accused as he resumed what he was doing, anchoring himself to the passenger seat.
Abby squirmed and moved relentlessly under his touch. She did whatever she could to get him off of her, including deliver a well aimed elbow to his abdomen. As he recoiled in pain, she saw the anger in his eyes.
"Stupid idea, Abby. Very stupid. You mess with me, and you will ALWAYS regret it," he hissed.
She never expected the swift punch to her face.
As she was clutching left side of her face, Chad used this moment to drop the 3 millimeter silver microchip onto the back of her neck. Once it met the skin, it immediately blended in.
He smiled to himself after. The deed was done.
