Recap from Chapter 12

Bianca's POV

I walked towards Connor and punched him, smack dab, in the face. A cracking noise resounded as his nose started to bleed.

Meanwhile, Rachel had slapped Nico across the face twice and he now had a scarlet red, hand shaped mark on his cheek.

This was nothing compared to what we wanted to do with them.

Rachel took the mannequin out of the locker and threw it at Nico. Him being the weakling, got knocked down but the doll.

"Blaire's a strong girl, but she has limits. She could take a joke. A prank. But not this one. Especially since that mannequin resembles someone she knows who's freaking six feet underground," She said as she stalked off, seething.

I walked towards Silena and Blaire and gestured for Silena to follow us while assisting Blaire.

"Nico, you're gonna regret this." I said and started to walk away.

I stopped walking, "I promise you that you will."

Chapter 13

Nico's POV

"Shit. Dude, fucking shit." Connor cursed as he paced back and forth in front of me.

I just stared at him.

"Why the fuck aren't you worried for your life?" he asked.

I shrugged and answered coolly,"They're just girls. What real damage can they actually do to us?"

"We—" he gestured between us, "—just played a prank waaaay below the belt. On Blaire F. Avalon."

I raised my eyebrows, "You know her middle name?"

He chuckled like I said something cute—I hated being cute. "Nah, dude. The boys came up with that. But seriously, we fucked with Blaire Fucking Avalon. Avalon! Her dad could hire a serial killer to assassinate us."

It was my turn to laugh, "Dude, her dad doesn't even give a flying rainbow shit about her anymore."

"Huh?"

"Ever since the accident, her dad blamed her. Almost disowned her, I think."

"And how do you know that?"

"You're forgetting that I have a witch as a sister named Bianca, whom of which is the right hand of the the lady Witchiness."

"Oh right... speaking of Bianca, can I—"

The elevator dinged and opened. We walked towards my apartment, a gift from my dad. A figure was sprinting towards us, his wild eyes looking like it was from sniffing crack.

"YO! DUDE! You gotta come with us now! Don't enter that shit hole!" Leo yelled frantically.

And then there was a sound that scared the shit out of me. A bomb.

And it came from my apartment.

"What the fuck did you guys do?" I shouted as I ran towards the door. After opening it, I immediately slammed it closed again, cursing my idiotic, moronic assholes I call my friends. "A fart bomb. You guys used a fart bomb in my apartment? Do each of you have a death wish?" From the way my eyes were glaring at them, I could see that some of them did wish.

"It was Leo's fault! He wouldn't listen to me! And, uh, sorry, dude, but that was a long-time bomb. That shit will smell like shit until a week or two," Malcolm said.

"Just make someone else clean it up. Pretty sure your dad knows someone." The suggestion came from Lee. My narrowed eyes turned to face him.

"I don't even know where my dad is."

"Speaking of your dad, what's his job? I've always wondered about it since he seems to bring in shitloads of greens," Malcolm said more to himself than to us.

I shrugged indifferently. "I don't know. But as long as I get to eat then I'm fine."

"Soooo...where are we going now?" Leo asked, his ADHD probably kicking in. That dumbass couldn't keep still if his life depended on it.

I smirked smugly. "Oh, no. You are gonna stay here and somehow get rid of that shit smell in my apartment while we go to my house."

"What? Dude, I'm sorry, okay? But if I do that, I'll die of suffocation," he complained.

"Stop being a pussy, Leo. Your mess, you clean it."

He sighed, "Fine."

I slammed the door as the guys walked in.

"BIANCA! DON'T!" an all too familiar voice yelled.

Heavy stomps and rushed footsteps could be heard.

Lee shot me a look, "You guys have a raccoon or something?

I nodded, keeping a straight face. "My sister."

There was a loud thump like something fell on the floor.

"BLAIRE! LET ME GO!"

"No! Not until you promise!'

"I'M NOT GONNA DO ANYTHING STUPID! NOW LET GO OF MY LEG! "

"I won't until you promise. OW! STOP KICKING!"

"LET GO!"

"No."

"FINE! SUIT YOURSELF."

There was a grunt.

"Bianca! I'm not a freaking mop! Stop dragging me across the floor!"

We all shared a look.

"Did Blaire just..." Connor trailed off.

"Cussed?" Malcolm finished.

Silence.

"Did you just cuss?"

"Um... yeah...?"

Their voices were closer now. Like they were in the living room.

Silence.

Someone squealed, "OHMYGOSH! YOU CUSSED! WHAT'S THE FREAKING DATE TODAY? This is like your stepping stone to a not-so goody-two-shoes! "

"I'm not a goody-two-shoes!"

I walked into the living and almost burst out laughing. Blaire was clinging onto Bianca's leg like a kid; Bianca had her hands on her waist.

I didn't give a fuck about how my sister look, but I'd be damned if I didn't notice how hot Blaire Avalon could be if she looked like this right now every single day.

Her hair was roughed and wild as if someone had pulled it too hard; her breaths were coming in short pants, her face looking flushed. For the first time in history, Blaire Avalon wasn't prim and proper.

Someone let out a low whistle.

"Damn."

"Fuck.

"Holy."

Those were whispered comments from the boys.

I rolled my eyes, "Calm down, guys."

"We'll just, uh, go to your room."

As their footsteps echoed away, Bianca glared at me and said, "Nico." I almost flinch at how cold her voice was. I didn't of course because I wasn't gonna let my sister see how much of a pussy I was.

"Bianca." I answered nonchalantly, giving her a mocking smile

"You bas—" Forgetting Blaire was still clinging on her leg, my dearest sister fell face first on the floor when she tried to come after me.

I chuckled, finding the whole scene hilarious.

Feeling someone's gaze on me, I looked down and met Blaire's pale blue eyes. Her eyes complimented her fair skin and dark brunette hair, something I'd never noticed before.

I held in a breath. What the fuck wereyou thinking, Nico? 'Fair skin?' Are you fucking gay?

My eyes instinctively dropped down to her pink lips, her mouth opening to form the word 'Go.'

I narrowed my eyes. Why would she let me go after I pulled a shitty prank like that on her?

"BLAIRE LET ME GO!"

She ignored my sister and kept looking at me as if saying Why are you still here?

I didn't see a reason why I should ignore my jail free pass. I calmly turned around and walked towards the stairs, only stopping when I heard the bane of my fucking life speak.

"Seriously, Bianca. I'm fine."

A phone began ringing until the owner answered, "Hi Daddy! Wassup? Really? Okay. Cool. I'll be home in thirty minutes. Mmkay. Bye. Love you, too."

That got me confused. I thought her dad hated her.

I mean, there was this one night she was banging on the front door crying. I almost had the urge to punch her because I was so tired that day and my mom and Bianca were out to visit my granddad. I opened the door to see her bawling and sobbing. I told her Bianca was out, but she just rushed past me and locked herself in my sister's room.

"—so you're going to leave me with a bunch of freaks?! How could you, Blaire!" Bianca protested.

"Bianca, you know, I used to wonder how you and Nico could be possibly related when both of you have nothing in common. Now I now why," Blaire said, a hint of smug in her voice.

"What?"

"Both of you are such drama queens," she teased.

Drama queens? Me? What the fuck is she talking about?

"I am not! Why did your dad call, anyway?"

"Something about meeting his friend's daughter or something," Blaire answered.

"Well then, I'm coming with you. Let's go!" I heard the front door slam open and close. An engine started, probably Bianca's car.

I heard the front door open again. "Hey, Di Angelo," Blaire called.

I stopped walking up the stairs to acknowledge her but didn't turn around.

"Thank you for saving me from Bianca," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm and mockery.

I smirked even though she couldn't see me. "You're welcome."

This is it.

I'm officially turning gay.

Shit.

"So basically she held Bianca down while she told you to run for your life?" Connor asked.

"Yeah, basically."

"I don't get her. She hates you. Why would she do that?" hr mused.

"Maybe it's a trick or something," Malcolm suggested.

"Or she's tired of going back and forth at each other," Lee said.

The guys stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at the senior. Most of them were giving Lee their what the fuck, dude? Are you fucking high? looks. Since Lee was a senior, he was tired of all the teenage clash shit; he probably found the whole crap pointless. I was a junior, though, and so were the rest of the guys, which meant we still had a year to go before we turned into that.

"Well...whatever. Let's just drop it," I said as I turned on my Xbox and slid my new game in.

"Woah... since when did you have the 2k14?" Connor asked in awe.

"It came in the mail this morning from dad," I answered and I scored doing an alley-hoop.

"Seriously? What else did he send you?"

"Just this and a letter, haven't read it yet," I answered, too focused on my game.

"Where is it?" Connor asked. "I'll read it."

"There."

"Where?"

"Up your fucking ass. I'm busy. Look for it yourself," I said annoyed.

He grumbled something unflattering but I didn't hear what he said.

"I found it, no thanks to you." The sounds of an envelope tearing almost made me stop the game. Almost. Connor spoke, "Nico, I heard you go to school with my friend's daughter named Blaire Avalon. I want you to be close with her. Date her."

I paused my game. When a guy paused his game, that meant something. Narrowing my eyes, I said, "Stop playing around, Connor. This isn't funny."

"I'm not. It's really what it says."

I snatched the paper away from me and read the letter again. And again. And again until my fists clenched and shook. He's got to be kidding.

Dating Blaire wasn't even a possibility. I'd have to be from an alternate universe to even consider dating that weakling.

"So...what are you gonna do?" Lee asked, sounding too interested. That fucker.

And as if on cue, my phone rang with my dad's caller I.D.

I picked it up, "Dad?"

"Nico. Did you get my letter?"

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Well we just want to thank everyone who has been very supportive. We appreciate it lots.

Lovedoesn'thurt is currently busy. So I wrote Nico's POV. I hope it didn't suck or anything.

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