Don't you hate it when teachers wait all year, hand out no work, and then May comes along and they decide they don't have enough marks and then load you with stuff. Yeah, I do, too. And then your bitchy brother decides that the computer has a bunch of viruses on it, tell you to delete you account, and then doesn't delete the computer till like three days later.
So I've decided that I don't think I'm going to update for most of this summer, because a) I'll be babysitting my little cousin, b) my other cousin's cousin is flying in from some foreign country, and I've been put in charge of keeping him company. And c) I had this idea, and I FINALLY know where this story is going, so I'm going to spend most of the month of June writing out the next few chapters.
July should be pretty updated though.
Sorry for any inconvenience.
Disclaimer: You should know this by now. I OWN NOTHING! Except, of course, for the crap I DO own.
November
Nudge POV
"Yeah, he's so hot."
"And I heard he broke up with Stephanie."
"Yeah, I heard about that, wasn't she like... cheating on him or something, with that guy in his science class?"
"Yeah, somebody tipped him off, and he ended it the next day. He is so totally single now."
"But, I saw him checking out Nudge earlier."
"And if you weren't so late in the times, you'd know Nudge was still dating that Ramone guy."
"And Iggy's way jealous about it." What? I thought. No way.
"I would be too, if someone was moving in on my girl." I shook my head, walking up to the table and putting my tray down.
"A) He wasn't checking me out, trust me." I said, sitting down. B) He's not jealous, he really doesn't care. And c)" I turned to Derek, who had his arm around Kate. "I'm not his girl." He shrugged, muttering something that sounded a lot like 'he wants you to be,' under his breath. I shrugged it off.
"Nudge, babe, we love you and everything, but you're clueless when it comes to this stuff." Kate said, cuddling into Derek some more.
"Which always surprises me because of how amazing you are at setting other people up." Jen added, looking slightly horrified.
"See!" Liz screeched, pointing behind me. "He is totally checking you out." I looked over my shoulder, catching Iggy looking at me. He noticed this, and winked, smirking. I smiled, blushing slightly. We didn't break eye-contact for a second, before he looked a little to my left, scowling. I turned; trying to see what he was looking at, but couldn't see anything wrong. He looked back at me, giving me a sad smile before returning to his conversation, muttering something to Fang, nodding his head to that spot on my left.
I turned around, sulking. Kate frowned, patting my arm. "He's said hardly anything to me in like a month, and when he does I can tell there's something bothering him, but he won't tell me what it is." I said, picking at my food.
"Battle of the Boyfriends: Iggy's table." Jen said, sounding concerned. I turned around again, seeing Ramone there, saying something to Iggy. Ramone looked pretty ticked off; Iggy on the other hand looking as calm as usual. Iggy said something, smiling up at him. Ramone answered, leaning on the table. Iggy's smile went away as he commented.
It was at times like this I wished I could read lips.
Fang added something into the mix, and Ramone turned on him, snapping something, before it looked like Fang and him were about to fight. Iggy got up. Nodding his head to the doors leading outside, snarling whatever it is that he said.
Ramone clenched his hands, looking very angry, but not nearly as intimidating as Fang or Iggy, who were both taller than him by a few inches. I stood, about to go over and stop anything from starting, when Iggy glanced over at me, his eyes softening for a split second. He sent me a look, one that clearly said:
I wanna talk to you later, I nodded, responding with a questioning stare:
What's going on? He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. I put a leg over the bench, walking over to his table, hearing the end of the conversation.
"–You're the one that was stupid enough to get caught." Iggy had mumbled, stopping completely as I approached. I looked at him, but he dropped his head, disregarding me.
"What's up?" I asked, looking between everyone. Denis looked at me, his eyes guarded. Finding that no one was going to tell me, I took Ramone's hand. "Let's go," I said, pulling him away. We went out into the hallway, where he dropped my hand to put his arm around me.
"It wasn't anything you should worry about, babe." He turned me around to face him. I put my hands on his chest, stepping closer.
"You sure, you both seem really ticked off about it." He shook his head.
"There was a bit of confusion, but things are cleared up now." He leaned in, his mouth touching mine for a second, before I felt him smile.
"Are you sure?" He nodded, kissing me again. He stepped forward, pushing me against the wall, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I let him, kissing him back.
"Ahem," someone cleared their throat behind us. I pulled back, looking at Denis. "Sorry if I'm – actually, no, I'm not sorry. Nudge, come on." I groaned, then heard Ramón mumble something unintelligible, before he stepped back, giving Denis a dirty look, to which he returned. I threw my hands up in exasperation.
"Can you please tell me what is going on?" I said, walking behind Denis as he led me down the hall.
"Nope,"
"But–"
"In here, come on." I looked up, seeing the empty classroom we were walking into. The lights were off, but the light from the window was enough to see.
"D, what is going on with Iggy and Ramon? Please," I looked out the window, hearing Denis walk up behind me.
"Iggy's just mad because he has to tell you something, but he knows you won't listen."
"That's why he's mad? He knows he can tell me e–"
"No," a new voice entered the conversation, Iggy's voice, sounding a lot closer then Denis's. I spun around, nearly bumping into his chest. "I can't." I searched his eyes in the dull light.
"Try me." I challenged, watching as something flashed in his eyes, before he stepped back, leaning on a desk.
"Alright," he smiled, that strangely hot smile that shows he knows something I don't. "He's cheating on you." I froze.
"No..."
"Yeah," Denis stepped forward, putting his arms out. "He has been for a while, now." I swallowed a lump in my throat, shying away from my brother.
"That's why you're so mad?" I directed my question at Iggy. He shrugged, dropping his eyes. "I can't believe this..." I muttered, shaking my head.
"He's telling the truth, sis. That's what they were arguing about back there." I noticed Iggy wasn't saying much.
"I can't believe..." I looked at my brother, and then at Iggy, who made no move to say anything. "That you guys hate us being together that much, that you'd make this up. You're supposed to be my friend, Ig," Still, he said nothing, just watched me.
"Nudge, why the hell would we be making this up?" Denis's turned; his hands at his sides. "This guy is doing to you what he's been doing to every other girl he's dated. I swear."
"Iggy?" I turned, knowing he'd at least try to defend himself. "Your comment would be amazing here. What makes him so different from what you do to girls?" I didn't even try to feel bad for what I'd said, even though this wouldn't have been the first time. It was the look on his face that nearly broke me; that look of a whipped puppy that makes you feel like a jerk for doing the whipping.
He didn't say anything for a minute, but he met my eyes, giving me an 'I can't believe you just said that' look. Then he stood up, mumbled something to Denis, who nodded slowly. When he turned to me, he looked dead.
"I told you..." he stepped closer, lowering his head to meet my ear. "You just don't want to listen, when you're in the wrong." He put his hands on my arms, locking eyes with me. I shivered at the hard tone his eyes had now. "Fine, I'll let you get hurt, you know, just like I do with every other girl, right?"
"Iggy, that's not what–"
"–You meant? Don't play that shit with me, Nudge. It's exactly what you mean. And I said what I mean, he's cheating on you, and you don't care, so I'm going to let him hurt you. And he will, trust me." With that, he looked at me once more, his eyes piercing into mine, before he let go, brushing passed me. I closed my eyes, praying that this was a dream, that I hadn't actually just lost my best friend. I opened my eyes again, sadly not seeing my bedroom. Instead I saw my brother, standing with his arms crossed, looking pissed at me.
"Good going, Nudge. Really, that's probably the smartest move I've ever seen you make." I bowed my head, tears threatening. I put my hands around my torso, hoping to hold myself together.
"I really don't need you stabbing right now. I feel bad enough already." I mumbled, leaning back on a desk.
"It serves you right. He was trying to help, Nudge. What are you not getting out of that?" He licked his lips, looking away.
"So... what do I do?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"No, you messed this one up. I'm not going to help you fix it." He walked up to me, wiping away a tear with his thumb. Then he sighed, his hand still on my cheek. "Things were so much easier when you thought boys still had cooties." I had to laugh at that, remembering an amazing time 5 years ago.
"I miss that..." he hugged me, and I finally felt that longing sense of security I needed. "Ugh..." I groaned. "Iggy hates me now."
"He'll cool off," Denis looked down at me, showing he wasn't going to help me fix it, but that he would talk to Iggy for me.
"I..." I sniffled. "I'm going to go talk to Ramon." He nodded, stepping aside to let me pass.
That Morning
Iggy POV
"I think we should practice later, get out of 5th period." Josh was saying, looking down at the notebook in his hands. "And then..." I sort of tuned him out, losing all interest in what he was saying. Something caught my eye, and I turned my head, seeing Nudge walk in, looking around. I smiled slightly, watching as she took her seat beside some chick on the cheerleading squad. They were talking about something, probably shoes or how 'hot' some guy looks, or something along those lines.
The blond one looked behind Nudge, catching me looking. She smiled at me, mumbling something to Nudge. She turned, catching me watching her, and smiling at me. I laughed lightly at how cute she looked, biting her lip, and we had a staring contest; neither of us refusing to blink. I guess I lost when I blinked away, seeing Ramon walk in, then turn and mumble something to this girl he was with. He leaned in, kissing her quickly, and then they kept talking. He looked around – probably looking to see if anyone saw – and stopped, looking at me. I winked, and then looked back at Nudge.
She won't believe me.
I gave her a sad smile, turning back to the guys. Fang looked at me, asking what was up. I nodded to Ramon, and he and Denis looked over. Denis's face went hard, and Fang's eyes narrowed. A few minutes later, Ramon was hovering over me.
"What'd you see?" he asked, trying to sound threatening. The other guys looked over, but I flicked my hand, telling them not to bother.
"Enough that you better have one hell of a good reason for me to not let this leak to Nudge. And that girl you were with." I said, crossing my arms.
"Cause either way, she'd see you as the bad guy." He leaned forward, his hands gripping the table.
"Yeah, because you know, I'm the one cheating, right? Thought so," my smile faltered as I thought about this though.
"Ramon, you're just an idiot. Why not just stop wheeling in all these girls. It helps if you do it before you get your ass kicked."
"Shut the f—k up, Fang. I could kick your ass in my sleep." Fang's hands clenched and he looked like he was beating him up with his eyes.
In other words: If looks could kill, Ramon would have been dead, revived, the killed again, then eaten by some rabid animal.
I stood up, taking Ramon's attention off Fang. "You wanna take this outside?" I nodded to the doors. I saw Nudge stand up, probably coming to break up the soon-to-be fight. I glanced over at her, my eyes softening noticeably. She caught my eyes, and I sent her a look: I wanna talk to you later. She nodded, before sending me a look, asking what the heck was going on.
"Why, we can settle this here, if you're not that big of a pussy." I looked away, thinking if I hadn't I would've punched him right then there.
"You're the one that was stupid enough to get caught." I reminded him in a low voice as Nudge walked up. Once she was here, she looked between us.
"What's up?" She asked, sounding strangely small. Denis looked at her, his eyes giving nothing away. Finding that no one was going to tell her, she took Ramon's hand. I growled, then recoiled and looked at Fang. He nodded, cueing he'd heard it.
Once the two of them were gone, I turned, banging my hands on the table, groaning out an 'Oh my freaking god!' Denis looked at me.
"Let's go," I nodded to him, turning around and walking out the opposite doors.
"Music room, five minutes." He nodded, going to find Nudge. I walked around, finding the music room, with the door opened, lights off. I quickly closed it behind me, going and sitting down on a desk.
"In here, come on." I looked up, seeing Nudge and Denis walking in. The lights were off, but the light from the window was enough to see.
"D, what is going on with Iggy and Ramon? Please," Nudge walked over to the window, her back to us when I began walking up to her, motioning for Denis to answer.
"Iggy's just mad because he has to tell you something, but he knows you won't listen."
"That's why he's mad? He knows he can tell me e–"
"No," I said, watching as she spun around. I held my hands up to steady her. "I can't." She stared at me, a challenging smirk entering her eyes.
"Try me." I smirked, noticing how close we were before I felt my face heat, then stepped back, leaning on a desk.
"Alright," I half-smiled, the same one I knew her – and everyone – found incredibly hot. "He's cheating on you." I said simply.
"No..."
"Yeah," Denis stepped forward, putting his arms out. "He has been for a while, now."
"That's why you're so mad?" The question was directed my question at me. I knew she didn't believe something about what I said; I just didn't know what, so I didn't say anything, just shrugged. "I can't believe this..." she muttered, shaking my head.
"He's telling the truth, sis. That's what they were arguing about back there
"I can't believe..." She looked at Denis, and then at me, who just decided to stare back at her. The look she gave me told me exactly what I'd thought. "That you guys hate us being together that much, that you'd make this up. You're supposed to be my friend, Ig."
"Nudge, why the hell would we be making this up?" Denis's turned; his hands at his sides. "This guy is doing to you what he's been doing to every other girl he's dated. I swear."
"Iggy?" She thought I was lying, and she knew that if I knew I was in the wrong, I'd try and get myself out of it. But, I wasn't the one that was wrong. "Your comment would be amazing here. What makes him so different from what you do to girls?"
I closed my eyes, ducking my head for a second and running my hands through my hair. Honestly, I hated it enough when these random guys come up to me and congratulating me for doing what I do, because in their eyes, I'm wheeling all these random girls just to get in their pants. I have my reasons, and I'd rather not tell anyone what they are. It just got to me when Nudge, who should know my reason, got like this. I looked at her, giving an 'I can't believe you just said that' look. I turned to Denis, mumbling:
"I'm done with this." He nodded slowly.
"I told you..." I stepped closer to Nudge, dropping my voice and lowering my head to meet her ear. I knew this was making her feel odd, because I not usually this close to her, and I decided to play with it a little bit. "You just don't want to listen, when you're in the wrong." I put my hands on her arms, feeling Goosebumps, under my skin, locking eyes with her. She shivered under me. "Fine, I'll let you get hurt, you know, just like I do with every other girl, right?"
"Iggy, that's not what–" I stopped her
"–You meant? Don't play that shit with me, Nudge. It's exactly what you mean." I was being hard on her, I knew, and part of me – a really tiny part – felt badly about it. But she wasn't going to listen, so I wasn't going to sympathize. "And I said what I mean, he's cheating on you, and you don't care, so I'm going to let him hurt you. And he will, trust me." I let go of her arms, pushing passed her and out into the hall.
I'm going on my grad trip on Monday, so I'll write about as much as I can, cause I should have my iPod, so I can type whatever, possibly even finish a chapter *thumbs crossed*. But anyways, I think I've got this story pretty much set up, so I shouldn't have much trouble getting through this. Yay!
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