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Right so where were we?
(Oh, and I know technically this is still the ninth day but…)
Unlucky Day Ten: There is a First for Everything
Yeah, there is a first for everything. It's just very unlucky that the first time I ditched school I saw Nic and that resulted in the first time I seen him pissed off. Extremely pissed off.
"I can't believe you ditched." Nic snarled for the hundredth time on the speedy drive home. I didn't know why he wasn't driving me back to school.
I continued to cast my guilty gaze out of the window.
"It was him that told you to, right?" Nic growled, his fists whitening as he clutched onto the steering wheel.
Nic had been refusing say Roxas' name since he had dragged me straight from the tearoom and to his car.
But, my gosh, the look he gave Roxas before we left! I was so shocked when Roxas merely stared back, bored as usual, and didn't die a fiery death right on the spot just from that look. I had never seen Nic look so powerless to his emotions.
I chose to regard his last question as a rhetorical one.
"Can't believe it!" Nic hissed with his deep, absorbing eyes smouldering in shades of dark, infuriated green while glued to the road ahead.
I could almost see and feel the fire emitting from his raw anger. I won't lie; I didn't like seeing Nic like this. It made me uneasy to only hear his bitter comments and not be able to see his smile. But who was I to complain? This was my fault. However as I constantly reminded myself this, something inside of me refused to allow any regret of my actions to take place.
If at the beginning of the day, I knew how unlucky I would be and how I was going to get caught, I still wouldn't have changed a single thing. I would have went through everything all over again (maybe not the "You can kidnap me anytime, Roxas" part) even that look of sheer desperate disappointment I got from Nic. And I really didn't like that. It made me feel physically ill to know I was the cause of that expression.
We drove up the driveway to my house and Nic slammed the car to a stop. My parents were out in meetings today: bringing home the bacon (so much that I think pigs are going to become endangered soon).
I watched him let out a loud stressed sigh and bow his head to the steering wheel. He would look almost peaceful if his hands weren't still tightly clinging onto the wheel. I couldn't see his eyes; his hair was hanging over them, hiding them from me.
The car air was tense and clammy. A thin cover of clouds had formed over the once blue sky. I had never noticed how confined this car was before. The grey interior was dreary and difficult to escape. I hated the monotone feeling and silence here which imprisoned me.
"Did you feel sick or something and wanted to leave school?" Nic quizzed, still hiding. He had already asked me this three times.
"No." I whimpered, watching him very carefully.
He groaned in absolute aggravation.
"Are you going to tell my parents?" I quietly asked with my fingers ready on the door handle.
Nic lifted his head to send me a disgusted glare. I could have easily burst out in tears from it but I restrained my emotions.
"Of course." He spat, straightening up.
"Why?" I wailed back, "It isn't really a big deal!"
Nic tensed and threw me another terrifying, heart-breaking glare.
My body took control at that instant. It must have known I was about to break down into humiliating hysterics and so it decided it was time to help me out for once. I was suddenly swinging the door open, stumbling out as quickly as I could and throwing the door shut.
Nic was out in a graceful second and shouting over the roof to me, "No! No way are you making me look like the bad guy."
I ignored him and bolted over to the front door. And although my body tried its best not to shake and slow my pace, it did shake and in a swift movement that made my head spin, Nic had swung his arm around my waist and hauled me over his shoulder, somehow not hurting me in the slightest.
I gave out a squeal from the fright and gritted my teeth: could no one around here understand that I HATED getting frights?! I kicked and squirmed and complained but his grip was confident and firm. He carried me over to the car in a chilling silence. I never knew he was so strong.
If he had known my face was practically burning, I'm sure he would have been annoyed at me for ruining the intensity of his anger.
I heard the car door click open and he set me down in front of the open back door. He stood in front of me, blocking any escape. With a sigh and a glance to his tight, serious eyes I ducked into the back seat for cover of the uncontrollable anger that still burned in his eyes.
Nic closed the door and locked it. Seeing him lock it, I jumped in my seat ready to protest, but he marched around the car and opened the other door and sat in the back seat with me. He locked his door too. I rolled my eyes as I thought; as if I had the guts to leap across his lap (I would probably blush myself to death at that point) and jump out the door.
"Why are you locking the doors?" I asked, frowning.
He exhaled noisily and pushed a small button on the car keys and I heard a satisfying click of the doors opening.
"Did you go to school at all this morning?" Nic murmured suddenly exasperated from his anger.
"No."
It was his turn to roll his eyes now. "Of course, you didn't."
There was a long strained silence in which Nic turned from me and glared out of the window. My heart nearly broke seeing Nic keep his back to me. A small tapping suddenly rang out in the air. I peeked out of the window and watched small trickles of rain trail down the glass. I nearly smiled; I liked the sound of rain. Just the sound though, not the getting so wet your clothes stick to you and form miniature pools in your pockets and shoes.
"The school should have sent a group call to tell your parents you were absent but I can easily guess why that didn't happen." Nic mumbled, it was obvious he meant Roxas had meddled and got me permission.
I decided to ignore that. "The school does that?"
Nic was still irritated beyond belief and he retorted, "Well, they did when I went there."
That caught me off guard and in a highly interested voice, I asked, "You went to the same school as me?!"
He turned to me and watched me for a minute as though calculating if I was mentally balanced or not. I didn't mind, though, I was just happy he was looking at me again. As long as he could stand to look me in the eye, I was fine.
And then he bluntly replied, "Yeah."
We watched each other for a moment or two and he averted his gaze. Him! I was so surprised at that because it was always me who looked away in a silly fluster that caused me to get even more flustered.
Nic sighed and hung his head back. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his soft slight curls. Roxas did that sometimes too. I watched Nic in a daze, my cheeks pinkish. My heart was racing for some stupid reason I knew I would never really know.
The rain was still humming away in the background. This was the first time it had rained since I had come to live here. A thought suddenly hit me as I followed dribbles of water race down the glass and I grinned.
I hadn't noticed Nic had been watching me and I jerked in a fright when he asked, "Are you actually smiling?" He seemed annoyed again.
"Ah, em, yeah. B-but only because I thought of something!" I squealed back, afraid I may get his death glare again.
He raised his eye brows and scooted over the seat towards me and peered out of the window, "What were you thinking? Did you see something funny?"
I swallowed and tried to dismiss my blush, Nic was so close…
"Erm, just that this is the first time it has rained since I came here and it's the f-first time you have been…" I looked away from him and out of the window, "angry."
Nic stayed close but straightened up and snapped, "So?"
"So, I thought…maybe you were connected to the weather, like a superhero that used the weather as his ability." I mumbled. I didn't care if it was stupid, I honestly felt like giving up on everything right now. If I couldn't get Nic to not be annoyed anymore, I didn't really see the point in… anything.
His low chuckle caught my attention and I looked to him. His honest smile and warm deep green eyes set me soaring. I didn't know the reason for his smile and if it was mocking me that was fine, so I grinned back.
Nic breathed out a tired laugh and suddenly hung his hand around my shoulders and pulled me a little closer to him. My head spun from the sudden rush of blood to it. I moved easily to him. My heart was in my throat and I was having difficulty focusing my gaze as his smell swirled around me. His hand squeezed my shoulder a little.
When he spoke, it took all of my concentration to listen properly, "Naminé, Naminé, Naminé," He sighed, "Why him?"
My blush was ferocious now and I tensed in his gentle hold and stammered, "Wha-what?"
"You heard."
"Well, I d-don't like him!" I spluttered out, trying to hide my face.
"Oh, be quiet." Nic mumbled, irritation was creeping back to the trimmings of his voice, "I have seen you two: the way you are with each other."
"What are you talking about?" I whined while realizing, at some point, I had gripped onto the side of Nic's t-shirt. I whipped my hands away from him, "W-we argue and he t-teases me and, and he, erm and-"
"I think that is called flirting in a strong manner." Nic cut in, his voice was stitched with amusement.
"NO!" I screeched in horror: Nic had spotted I liked Roxas and if he had noticed…what about Roxas? This could actually result in the end of my life. Ugh, when did I become such a teenage girl?
With trembling hands, I pushed Nic's arm away from my shoulder; foolishly thinking if we didn't stay in contact he may not be able to spot anything else. I felt too warm now and my breathing felt thick and sticky.
We stayed quiet for a long, tranquil moment in which the rain's force increased and bounced off the rooftop of the car. My house was hidden in a blurry wall of water.
"I think Roxas' intentions are selfish." Nic suddenly stated in a clear, emotionless voice.
That robot voice and its words sliced straight through me. It cut at my lungs.
"Intentions?" I choked out. Did Roxas have some sort of plan in order to get something he wanted? That was too strange to believe. Roxas was just Roxas! He had no evil plans or an underground lair or Nic as a super hero nemesis. Why do people think of Roxas like that? Had he been on the news for pushing an old granny down and I missed the report?! "What are these intentions?"
"I just think they may be selfish. I don't think associating with him will do you good." Nic replied, staring into nothing.
I made a strange noise that I thought represented my annoyance well. "You don't even know what these imaginary intentions are about and you are saying he is selfish?!" I barked back. Raw anger was bubbling in my heart now, poisoning my veins.
Nic stayed silent which only infuriated me more.
"And what do you mean no good for me?!" Anger had ripped at my throat causing my
voice to become sore and strained. Some irksome liquid was forming in my eyes too.
Nic sighed, I found that pretty annoying too, and turned to me, "It doesn't matter. I'm just looking out for you." His voice was gentle and low.
I glared at him and mumbled, "I don't need protected from Roxas."
Nic's eyes widened into a panic which was near hysteria from hearing me saying that. He opened his mouth several times to say something but stopped himself each time, he was clearly baffled.
He whispered, mostly to himself, "How did he get you to like him… so much?"
I gasped in complete frustration and growled to Nic, "I don't like him! We are friends and why are you trying to protect me from him? What is so terrible about him? What did he do?"
Nic's expression was one of conflict and pain, his eyes locked onto mine in an intense stare. Those profound eyes were far too hypnotizing to look away. "He…" Nic began in a sort of trance but he stopped himself and looked away.
The rain was battering off the car now.
"Nic?" I exhaled and pushed my hair away from my face, "Did you know Roxas at school?"
He looked to me again and without hesitation he replied in a distant, sad voice, "Yes. We didn't get on so I know how he can be."
I blinked. All that secrecy for "we didn't get on"? All that time I spent wondering how Nic knew Roxas and why Roxas wanted me to fire Nic for "we didn't get on"?! Just what exactly made them not get on? Did something happen? Nic still wasn't telling me the full truth!!
I looked to Nic, questionably.
But he sighed and shook his head with a slight smile which had a touch of madness decorating it, "Never mind. Please just remember, there are a lot of people who find him heartless. And don't get too involved with him."
Heartless? Roxas?! Those two words could never ever ever ever make sense in the same sentence. What a load of tosh. I don't think I could ever remember that as a real fact because the Roxas I knew was anything but. Sure, sometimes he was a little lifeless and bored but he smiled, laughed, got angry, frustrated and was happy. That proved he wasn't heartless! Maybe other people just didn't give him a chance… yeah, that was it. But other people didn't matter, not really. Because I had given Roxas a chance and I knew he was worlds away from being heartless.
For second part of Nic's advice, I felt obliged to try and follow that suggestion: I knew Roxas wouldn't like me and if he did, it would be in the same way as Riku.
And at the moment, setting myself up for another heartbreak was not too far up my 'to do' list. Yes, I did understand and feel that the recommendation of not getting too attached to Roxas was correct but convincing my self wasn't problem. It was actually doing it! I knew too well that I was practically powerless to Roxas, his smile, voice and ways so separating myself from him was going to be a trouble. And as you know, my heart doesn't really pay attention to my mind, but then again… whose does?
It was quite obvious what I needed. I needed a distraction. Some distraction that was so… distracting, I couldn't tear my mind from it. Now, what would I find so interesting and compelling that it would block out even Roxas?
Nic had suddenly moved towards me again. I could feel his arm press against mine and my thoughts scattered. Geez, Nic! I'm trying to think of something that will distract me from Roxas and you are making my thoughts run away!
Right, back to thinking about what could distract me…
"Naminé?" Nic asked, his voice hushed and animated.
Turning to him, I immediately flushed and my lungs basically broke; he was so close. His dazzling smile showed off his teeth and he was suddenly leaning in. I tried to back track to what I was thinking about, I knew it was something to do with Roxas. But what exactly eluded me. He was still tilting in; his bright eyes were suddenly drawing me in. Why was I thinking about Roxas? What was the important thing about? Nic had slowed down now.
He loitered on the small distance that was between us. I felt his hand leisurely trail up my arm. When did I turn my full body to him?! I could feel his body heat pulsing onto my equally feverish skin. My stomach was bubbling in adrenaline and nerves. As I watched his handsome face, perfect skin and glittering engaging green eyes, thoughts were no longer a part of me. Nic smiled at me once more and then kissed me.
I had never really been infected by the kissing disease, a kiss never seemed a big deal for me but I was suddenly enlightened about it.
I immediately melted into the blissful kiss. It was slow, deliberate and full of emotion. The taste of his lips was luscious. I could no longer feel any heavy guilt in my body and my head was clear of sore thoughts. My body was light with happiness and I felt like I was in a dream.
And then reality came rushing back, this was my first kiss. Was I doing it right?! Was this wrong?! It probably was! I tensed and Nic felt it too. He inched back slightly but his hand wound around my waist, sending shots of delight throughout my body from that touch. I opened my eyes and met his reassuring ones. My cheeks deepened their already impossible shade of red.
He gently pressed his lips to mine once more and I fell into a sea of heaven once again. My hands were suddenly shifting through his dark, silky slight curls. I never knew hair could be that soft. All I could hear was his low breath and it was all I wanted to hear, ever. His lips lingered so wonderfully on mine again.
Yeah, there is a first for everything, it's just very unlucky that the first time I was kissed (and by Nic!!), that I shifted my body in such a way during said kiss that the door I was leaning against flew open and I went with it, taking Nic too, and falling onto the hard, soaking wet ground and into the rain. And I really hurt my bum.
Gosh, will anything ever go smoothly for me?
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I. Hate. School.