So I know I said I'd have a nice long chap 4 u guys. This is not it. It's the next one, which I am also posting this week. Okidoki. Here we go.
NDA:
Dammit. I was such a fucking idiot. What the hell had been going through my mind? I walked to the boarding school, not bothering to get a Taxi, even when it started raining. On Monday, everyone would tease me about falling for a girl who was way out of my league. I wanted to kick myself. I couldn't have been any more stupid. I was sure her boyfriend, Nate, would beat me up for this. Dammit. Why had I done it? Did I even like her? I sighed inwardly. She had perfect lips. I wanted to turn around and kiss her again. At the same time I never wanted to see her again. She'd laugh at me, or tell me gently I just wasn't worth it. Gods, what had I been thinking. Next year I was definitely changing schools, weather I got kicked out or not. I cursed Mr. Zains with everything I could for putting us in a yearlong project together. What the hell was wrong with him?
On Monday though, no one bothered me. I avoided Kaitlin, but no one came up to say anything. Tuesday was the same, nothing. Why hadn't she told anyone?
On Friday in English class, I was beyond nervous. "Get with you partners." Mr. Zains instructed. Kaitlin came over. I saw her body in front of me, but I refused to look at her face. Was she embarrassed? Angry? Disgusted? Amused? She put a folder on my desk and pulled out some paper. "Ok so I was thinking, that maybe there is something else about her dad that made him abuse her, like maybe, her mom left him, and, she reminds him of her. Maybe the mom cheated or something? I don't know just an idea." I shrugged. "Yea sure." Kaitlin clenched her fingers. "No ideas?" She asked. I shook my head. "Nico come on!" She said exasperated. She kept her voice low, but I could tell she would have screamed if she could. I didn't answer. She sighed, lifting her arm towards her hair. Probably pulling it back from her face. I noticed she did that a lot, when she was nervous or thinking. She put her hands on the desk, lowering her face. "Please. Stop this. Please Nico." "Stop what?" I answered faking innocence. I glanced at her, and her eyes were sad and tired, then they flashed and looked angry. "She moved her hand towards me, trying to tilt my face toward hers. I turned my head, refusing to look at her. "Fine." She grumbled. For the rest of the class we worked on different things, and when the bell rang signaling next period, I was the first out of the class.