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unfortunately. I mean, c'mon now, I'd be doing better things with them if
they did. *snickers* Anywho, Nicollet belongs to me if you really care that
much. So here's my disclaimer, please don't sue me. Taco Bell and Chik-fil-
a are not mine either, and neither is Wendy's. Quite frankly, none of the
food chains mentioned in this story belong to me. Enjoy the show.
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*Confessions*
~~~ "Alright, students. You will have the whole class period to write a short story using the prompt that is written on the board. Your time starts...now."
All twenty-two students that made up Ms. Pristera's Creative Writing class immediately picked up their pencils and started scribbling away on the notebook papers upon their desks. All twenty-two minus one; Nicollet had more urgent thoughts to process that were of more importance than a measly class grade. That kiss she had shared with Spot last night...had it all been only a dream?
'Well, obviously, it couldn't have,' she thought. It had happened, they had really held each other, and they had really kissed. She grinned to herself, but the happiness soon dissipated. What if they were moving too fast? What if they were rushing into something that would only ruin their friendship? Not wanting to panic, she doodled onto her paper absentmindedly, trying to keep herself occupied. Her sketches evolved from simple lines to shapes and when she finally snapped from her musing, she saw that she had drawn a heart with her and Spot's initials at its center.
She groaned at how childish she was acting and erased the heart before anyone else could see it. Across from her, James Saunter was tapping his pencil against his desk in efforts to awaken his artistic muses. Nicollet looked down at her own blank paper; perhaps she should at least attempt the assignment.
'Okay, okay...what should I write about?' But she didn't want to write about anything at all! 'Maybe I can just write Spot something, a letter! Yea, and I'll ask him whether last night was just a game or whether he really meant it!' She set to work at once.
~Heya Spot...She paused for a long time staring at those two words. What would she say next? How would she word it? Things seemed so different now; she couldn't regard him as her best friend any more. Now there was something new added to their relations, something she still needed to adapt to. She brought her pencil to the paper once more, but was interrupted when the dismissal bell rang suddenly.
She looked up to the clock with wide eyes. "Holy crap! Class is over already?!" How could 90 minutes have passed so fast? The students around her packed their bags and handed in their finished literary works to the teacher up front, some having to staple three or four pages together. How was she going to finagle her way out of this one? Presently, Ms. Pristera was speaking with a girl about something; if Nicollet could hide behind the large football player now exiting the classroom...
Mission completed. She was up and out of there in no time. She sighed in relief and rested her back against the outside of the door to gather her bearings.
"Hey Nikki!" The girl waved at Mush as he broke apart from the group of friends he was chatting with to greet her. "Spot told us what happened. I'm so happy for you guys! You have no idea how long me and the others were trying to hook you two up. It was the least I could do after you got me and Natasha together." He smiled that heart-warming, little-brother smile of his and Nicollet felt obliged to pull him into a quick hug.
"So, uh, what exactly did Spot say to you all?"
Mush shrugged. "Just that he went over your house and you guys talked some things through, and that the night ended in more than just words." Even he blushed merely by saying the words, and so the girl didn't feel half as embarrassed when her cheeks slightly reddened.
"Was he...bragging?" She didn't think she'd mind too much if he was but she surely didn't want him to go about it in a way as if he had just won some prize or achieved a task he once thought impossible. She would be appalled if she caught Spot mouthing off about how he would one day nail her; the idea was preposterous and turned her off in seconds.
"Bragging? No, are you kidding me? We practically had to pull the details out of him! He wouldn't let us in on a single thing at first; he said he wanted to keep it on the down low just until he spoke with you first and made sure you were comfortable with everything. But after we bothered him about it for the whole drive to school, he finally gave in."
She nodded her head in approval. That was understandable. Spot's convertible Mustang was only so big, and one could only tolerate the nitpicking of the five friends one drove to school every day for so long. Spot would eventually have to relent to their incessant whining at one time or another. She figured it was better they know sooner, just in case either she or Spot needed some encouragement along the bumpy road to a happy relationship.
"Well, I better get going to my second class. I'll see you around, Mushy." She hugged him one more time before proceeding on her way to Math, and what better route to take than the one that would allow her to pass Spot's locker? She walked along in high spirits; things seemed to be going just perfect for her as of late! It was exciting, enthralling and altogether nerve-wracking.
She thought about how she should act with Spot when she saw him now. Should she greet him with a heated kiss, a peck on the lips, or a simple word of 'hello'? Should she let him make the first move, or act as if last night had never happened?
"Ugh! Why am I so worried about stupid things all of a sudden?" She couldn't help it, though. She couldn't help taking a detour to the ladies' room to check her appearance, reapply lip gloss, and fix her hair. There were butterflies in her stomach now but she didn't know how to free them from her conscious; her head was spinning but she wasn't quite sure how to keep it from impersonating a carousel. She was so confused!
She hurried out of the restroom, fearing she would be late for her second class. If her teacher wrote her up one more referral for tardiness, she was eligible for in-school suspension. She just wanted to see Spot at least once before running off, though. She quickened her pace down the halls and rounded a corner, pausing a second to ready herself before confronting Spot. She continued on, and then stopped dead in her tracks.
Spot was at his locker alright; his back turned towards Nicollet and Amanda Riley standing inches in front of him apparently enraged for her mouth was going off at a million words per minute and her arms waving wildly about as if she were some crossing guard passionate about her job. Nikki stepped back behind the corner and rested her cheek against the wall so that only her eyes could peer around the edge at the dueling pair. She didn't want to be seen by either one. She thought to march up to Amanda and claim Spot as her own, but the idea quickly diminished. Besides, she wanted to know what exactly was going on.
Spot made some gesture to Amanda that made her gape at him and when he simply shrugged her off and continued to rummage through his open locker for a book, she slammed the locker door shut and glared. Nicollet couldn't hear what they were saying at all, and she wasn't a prodigy at lip-reading, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to conjecture that Miss Riley was officially pissed off over some ordeal.
'Spot probably just told her about our little rendezvous,' Nicollet smirked, proud that she was involved in upsetting the head cheerleader. However, her inward celebration would only last for the briefest times, for just when she was about to deem Amanda someone no longer of her concern, the pompous girl she loathed so much caught Spot in a long kiss that the boy didn't bother to pull away from.
Nicollet gasped and stepped fully behind the corner so that the sight was no longer in her view. 'He was...playing me!' She couldn't believe it! His words had sounded so authentic, so believing and true, but then he had gone behind her back and cheated on her? How could he! She shut her eyes tightly; she would be strong. No tears would mark this warrior's face; she had a tough spirit that would endure. But still she couldn't resist feeling in the least bit...betrayed.
Spot rolled his eyes when Amanda nagged at him about how their being a couple was the very essence behind both of their popularities. Was she not getting it through her thick head? Was she not comprehending that he didn't want to be with her anymore? He turned away from her to fetch his English book, but with a wrath that surprised even him, she slammed his locker shut with an annoying exclamation of anger.
"This is NOT over, Merryll Conlon!"
He hated it when the girls he dated used his full name as if they were his mother and were lecturing him. It was one of his pet peeves. "Listen, girl. I don't know how else to say it to you. If I was bilingual, I'd tell it to you in German, but I'm not! I don't want to keep this relationship with you going. It's not going anywhere, it never was. It's better if we end it now."
"What do you mean it's not going anywhere!?" She put her hands on her hips and gave him an attitude he only found amusing. "I don't know why you're laughing about this, there's nothing funny to it. You're being a complete jackass, you know that?"
"I'm only telling you one time; It's over. O-V-E-R. If you want to throw yourself a pity party, it's because I found something better in my girl Nikki and I want to see where it can go. But you...well, you only made my life miserable, Amanda."
She pursed her lips, stepping closer to him. "We'll see about that, won't we?" And then she grabbed him before he could stop her and seized him with a kiss. He tried to break free twice but she had a damn good hold on him that he was beginning to question whether the girl was on steroids! Finally, her grip loosened ever so slightly, and he was able to push her away and wipe his lips with an arm.
"Nope, still miserable, sweetheart." He smirked at her as she emitted an agitated "UGH!", storming off in a very bad mood. Spot shook his head with a laugh. He was glad that was finally over with. He couldn't wait to see Nicollet and begin their new relationship; he wanted to officially ask her out during lunch.
~*~*~*~*~
"Gimme a break, gimme a break. Break me off a piece of that Kit Kat bar!" After singing the popular jingle, Blink found it necessary to perform an intolerable jig he had seen in some Irish movie the other night, and kicked up his feet while Specs and Emma watched on in laughter.
Soon after, Snitch came from behind his friend, smacked him upside the head, and sang, "Got a chocolate, crispy taste that's gunna make my day. That's why everywhere you go you hear the people say..."
The pair of boys draped an arm over each other's shoulders and raised their voices for the final line. "Gimme a break, gimme a break. Break me off a piece of that KIT KAT BAR!" They took their bows as their audience of two applauded, much amused.
Blink sat down at the table alongside Snitch and started to tell a joke, but the latter boy interrupted him. "Look, here comes little miss trouble."
"Nah, didn't you hear? She and Spot started going out last night. It's safe to say we won't be seeing her in a bad mood for a long time." They laughed knowingly. Blink waved Nicollet over to him and scooted over so that she could sit down on his left.
Snitch leaned over his friend to regard the girl. "So, Nikki-girl, is it true what I hear? You swapping spit with good ol' Spot these days?"
Nicollet didn't answer at first. After all, what would she say? She had been under the impression that she and Spot were together for the entirety of the early morning, but then he had to go and ruin things. Surprisingly, she spoke calmly as she took a peanut butter and jelly sandwich out of her backpack. "Actually, I think we're going to break it off."
"What!?" Blink nearly choked on the block of chocolate he was devouring. "But you two haven't even been together for a day! What the hell are you talking about?!"
"You aint getting cold feet, are ya?" Snitch asked. "You've known Spot for five friggin' years, Nikki. Why do you keep pushing relationships away?"
She had to bite her bottom lip from screaming out the obscenities she wanted to say then. If only they knew! She noticed Emma watching her from across the table and was reminded of the time she had called a voting session necessary in order to make one eligible to hang with her crew. Had it all been out of jealousy? Evidently so, for she didn't feel the slightest discomfort in having Emma join her friends for lunch.
"Did something happen?" It was Specs who spoke now; he always seemed to be wise enough to realize that one's moods are many times determined by the actions of others. Wanting to tell them everything, she could only muster up enough strength to sigh. "Nikki, are you okay? Do you wanna talk?"
She glanced up at him. She did in fact want to talk. It would be nice to spill out her feelings to someone and not be afraid of them opening their mouths and telling the world. And Specs was a good listener; it was his gift. "Well, this morning after I..."
"Nikki Conlon! Your sweetheart is here!"
The five youth already seated for lunch looked up at Jack Kelly's announcement and saw Spot walking in between him and Race, rolling his eyes at the words but still grinning nonetheless. They sauntered up to the table and said their greetings, but everyone's attention was steadily focused on the actions of the new couple.
"If you guys don't mind," Spot said with a smirk, "I gotta talk with Nikki in private, so uh, we'll be right back. Nikki, can I talk to you for a minute?" She wanted to deny his request right there and humiliate him as he had done her earlier, but she figured she'd remain civil and rose to her feet instead.
Race grinned. "Ooo, make-out session!" The others were sent into cheerful guffaw at the sly remark, and laughed all the more when Race jumped back from a hand swipe Nicollet attempted to shut his mouth with.
Spot took Nicollet's hand and led her out of the sight of their friends to a secluded hallway not monitored during lunch. He didn't want any interruptions during their forthcoming conversation and he knew this was the perfect place that met those standards. Once they were alone, the girl snatched her hand back and crossed her arms. Spot looked at her confused but her indifferent expression was unreadable.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing," she shrugged. She assumed he knew why she was angry. How could he not know? No doubt someone had clued him in on her fury throughout the day, and being bright enough, he had concluded that she had seen his morning kiss with Amanda. So why was he acting like a dumbass, she wondered. "Just hurry, I have crap to do."
He didn't understand her attitude but ignored it for the time being. "I wanted to talk to you about that kiss." He hadn't had any sleep last night thinking about the passionate embrace he had shared with the girl. He kept replaying the moments in his head until his alarm clock had rung the next morning.
She rolled her eyes. Why on earth would he want to rub his kiss with Amanda in her face? Did he think she wanted to relive the pain? It was bad enough having to witness the act of betrayal in person, now he wanted to make up some crap about how it didn't mean anything? "Okay, well, what about it?"
"I wanted to know if it meant anything to you," he replied, still unable to determine why she was snapping at him as if he were her enemy.
She looked at him as if he were insane. "You wanted to know if it meant anything to me? Why the hell would it! If you want to involve every single girl you meet into your life, it's fine with me, but don't go pulling me into it!" She couldn't believe how big a jerk he was being!
Spot's temper started to rise. "Oh sorry," he snapped at her. "I just thought it's what you wanted, but I guess I was wrong."
"You're damn straight you were wrong. I'm not going to be in a relationship with someone who can't even decide who he wants to be with!"
"What the hell are you talking about, Nikki!? That kiss really meant a lot to me. It's not that hard for me to decide who I want to be with after sharing something special like that with someone!"
She couldn't think of a time when she hated him more than she did now. How could he go on about how special his kiss with Amanda had been when they had shared something just as extraordinary last night? She didn't want to stick around to find out. "Ya know what? I don't care about how you feel. From now on, I'm not getting myself into any more of your crap. I thought we had something special between us, but I guess it's just not there any more."
"Fine!" he nearly yelled back. "I'm probably better off without you anyways!"
"Same here, bastard!" Then they turned away from each other and walked down opposite ends of the hall, each harboring hatred, anger, and a broken heart.
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A.N.: MANY THANKS to all who reviewed!! It was great to receive so much feedback. W00t w00t Chocolate-covered newsies for all ya'll!!
*Confessions*
~~~ "Alright, students. You will have the whole class period to write a short story using the prompt that is written on the board. Your time starts...now."
All twenty-two students that made up Ms. Pristera's Creative Writing class immediately picked up their pencils and started scribbling away on the notebook papers upon their desks. All twenty-two minus one; Nicollet had more urgent thoughts to process that were of more importance than a measly class grade. That kiss she had shared with Spot last night...had it all been only a dream?
'Well, obviously, it couldn't have,' she thought. It had happened, they had really held each other, and they had really kissed. She grinned to herself, but the happiness soon dissipated. What if they were moving too fast? What if they were rushing into something that would only ruin their friendship? Not wanting to panic, she doodled onto her paper absentmindedly, trying to keep herself occupied. Her sketches evolved from simple lines to shapes and when she finally snapped from her musing, she saw that she had drawn a heart with her and Spot's initials at its center.
She groaned at how childish she was acting and erased the heart before anyone else could see it. Across from her, James Saunter was tapping his pencil against his desk in efforts to awaken his artistic muses. Nicollet looked down at her own blank paper; perhaps she should at least attempt the assignment.
'Okay, okay...what should I write about?' But she didn't want to write about anything at all! 'Maybe I can just write Spot something, a letter! Yea, and I'll ask him whether last night was just a game or whether he really meant it!' She set to work at once.
~Heya Spot...She paused for a long time staring at those two words. What would she say next? How would she word it? Things seemed so different now; she couldn't regard him as her best friend any more. Now there was something new added to their relations, something she still needed to adapt to. She brought her pencil to the paper once more, but was interrupted when the dismissal bell rang suddenly.
She looked up to the clock with wide eyes. "Holy crap! Class is over already?!" How could 90 minutes have passed so fast? The students around her packed their bags and handed in their finished literary works to the teacher up front, some having to staple three or four pages together. How was she going to finagle her way out of this one? Presently, Ms. Pristera was speaking with a girl about something; if Nicollet could hide behind the large football player now exiting the classroom...
Mission completed. She was up and out of there in no time. She sighed in relief and rested her back against the outside of the door to gather her bearings.
"Hey Nikki!" The girl waved at Mush as he broke apart from the group of friends he was chatting with to greet her. "Spot told us what happened. I'm so happy for you guys! You have no idea how long me and the others were trying to hook you two up. It was the least I could do after you got me and Natasha together." He smiled that heart-warming, little-brother smile of his and Nicollet felt obliged to pull him into a quick hug.
"So, uh, what exactly did Spot say to you all?"
Mush shrugged. "Just that he went over your house and you guys talked some things through, and that the night ended in more than just words." Even he blushed merely by saying the words, and so the girl didn't feel half as embarrassed when her cheeks slightly reddened.
"Was he...bragging?" She didn't think she'd mind too much if he was but she surely didn't want him to go about it in a way as if he had just won some prize or achieved a task he once thought impossible. She would be appalled if she caught Spot mouthing off about how he would one day nail her; the idea was preposterous and turned her off in seconds.
"Bragging? No, are you kidding me? We practically had to pull the details out of him! He wouldn't let us in on a single thing at first; he said he wanted to keep it on the down low just until he spoke with you first and made sure you were comfortable with everything. But after we bothered him about it for the whole drive to school, he finally gave in."
She nodded her head in approval. That was understandable. Spot's convertible Mustang was only so big, and one could only tolerate the nitpicking of the five friends one drove to school every day for so long. Spot would eventually have to relent to their incessant whining at one time or another. She figured it was better they know sooner, just in case either she or Spot needed some encouragement along the bumpy road to a happy relationship.
"Well, I better get going to my second class. I'll see you around, Mushy." She hugged him one more time before proceeding on her way to Math, and what better route to take than the one that would allow her to pass Spot's locker? She walked along in high spirits; things seemed to be going just perfect for her as of late! It was exciting, enthralling and altogether nerve-wracking.
She thought about how she should act with Spot when she saw him now. Should she greet him with a heated kiss, a peck on the lips, or a simple word of 'hello'? Should she let him make the first move, or act as if last night had never happened?
"Ugh! Why am I so worried about stupid things all of a sudden?" She couldn't help it, though. She couldn't help taking a detour to the ladies' room to check her appearance, reapply lip gloss, and fix her hair. There were butterflies in her stomach now but she didn't know how to free them from her conscious; her head was spinning but she wasn't quite sure how to keep it from impersonating a carousel. She was so confused!
She hurried out of the restroom, fearing she would be late for her second class. If her teacher wrote her up one more referral for tardiness, she was eligible for in-school suspension. She just wanted to see Spot at least once before running off, though. She quickened her pace down the halls and rounded a corner, pausing a second to ready herself before confronting Spot. She continued on, and then stopped dead in her tracks.
Spot was at his locker alright; his back turned towards Nicollet and Amanda Riley standing inches in front of him apparently enraged for her mouth was going off at a million words per minute and her arms waving wildly about as if she were some crossing guard passionate about her job. Nikki stepped back behind the corner and rested her cheek against the wall so that only her eyes could peer around the edge at the dueling pair. She didn't want to be seen by either one. She thought to march up to Amanda and claim Spot as her own, but the idea quickly diminished. Besides, she wanted to know what exactly was going on.
Spot made some gesture to Amanda that made her gape at him and when he simply shrugged her off and continued to rummage through his open locker for a book, she slammed the locker door shut and glared. Nicollet couldn't hear what they were saying at all, and she wasn't a prodigy at lip-reading, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to conjecture that Miss Riley was officially pissed off over some ordeal.
'Spot probably just told her about our little rendezvous,' Nicollet smirked, proud that she was involved in upsetting the head cheerleader. However, her inward celebration would only last for the briefest times, for just when she was about to deem Amanda someone no longer of her concern, the pompous girl she loathed so much caught Spot in a long kiss that the boy didn't bother to pull away from.
Nicollet gasped and stepped fully behind the corner so that the sight was no longer in her view. 'He was...playing me!' She couldn't believe it! His words had sounded so authentic, so believing and true, but then he had gone behind her back and cheated on her? How could he! She shut her eyes tightly; she would be strong. No tears would mark this warrior's face; she had a tough spirit that would endure. But still she couldn't resist feeling in the least bit...betrayed.
Spot rolled his eyes when Amanda nagged at him about how their being a couple was the very essence behind both of their popularities. Was she not getting it through her thick head? Was she not comprehending that he didn't want to be with her anymore? He turned away from her to fetch his English book, but with a wrath that surprised even him, she slammed his locker shut with an annoying exclamation of anger.
"This is NOT over, Merryll Conlon!"
He hated it when the girls he dated used his full name as if they were his mother and were lecturing him. It was one of his pet peeves. "Listen, girl. I don't know how else to say it to you. If I was bilingual, I'd tell it to you in German, but I'm not! I don't want to keep this relationship with you going. It's not going anywhere, it never was. It's better if we end it now."
"What do you mean it's not going anywhere!?" She put her hands on her hips and gave him an attitude he only found amusing. "I don't know why you're laughing about this, there's nothing funny to it. You're being a complete jackass, you know that?"
"I'm only telling you one time; It's over. O-V-E-R. If you want to throw yourself a pity party, it's because I found something better in my girl Nikki and I want to see where it can go. But you...well, you only made my life miserable, Amanda."
She pursed her lips, stepping closer to him. "We'll see about that, won't we?" And then she grabbed him before he could stop her and seized him with a kiss. He tried to break free twice but she had a damn good hold on him that he was beginning to question whether the girl was on steroids! Finally, her grip loosened ever so slightly, and he was able to push her away and wipe his lips with an arm.
"Nope, still miserable, sweetheart." He smirked at her as she emitted an agitated "UGH!", storming off in a very bad mood. Spot shook his head with a laugh. He was glad that was finally over with. He couldn't wait to see Nicollet and begin their new relationship; he wanted to officially ask her out during lunch.
~*~*~*~*~
"Gimme a break, gimme a break. Break me off a piece of that Kit Kat bar!" After singing the popular jingle, Blink found it necessary to perform an intolerable jig he had seen in some Irish movie the other night, and kicked up his feet while Specs and Emma watched on in laughter.
Soon after, Snitch came from behind his friend, smacked him upside the head, and sang, "Got a chocolate, crispy taste that's gunna make my day. That's why everywhere you go you hear the people say..."
The pair of boys draped an arm over each other's shoulders and raised their voices for the final line. "Gimme a break, gimme a break. Break me off a piece of that KIT KAT BAR!" They took their bows as their audience of two applauded, much amused.
Blink sat down at the table alongside Snitch and started to tell a joke, but the latter boy interrupted him. "Look, here comes little miss trouble."
"Nah, didn't you hear? She and Spot started going out last night. It's safe to say we won't be seeing her in a bad mood for a long time." They laughed knowingly. Blink waved Nicollet over to him and scooted over so that she could sit down on his left.
Snitch leaned over his friend to regard the girl. "So, Nikki-girl, is it true what I hear? You swapping spit with good ol' Spot these days?"
Nicollet didn't answer at first. After all, what would she say? She had been under the impression that she and Spot were together for the entirety of the early morning, but then he had to go and ruin things. Surprisingly, she spoke calmly as she took a peanut butter and jelly sandwich out of her backpack. "Actually, I think we're going to break it off."
"What!?" Blink nearly choked on the block of chocolate he was devouring. "But you two haven't even been together for a day! What the hell are you talking about?!"
"You aint getting cold feet, are ya?" Snitch asked. "You've known Spot for five friggin' years, Nikki. Why do you keep pushing relationships away?"
She had to bite her bottom lip from screaming out the obscenities she wanted to say then. If only they knew! She noticed Emma watching her from across the table and was reminded of the time she had called a voting session necessary in order to make one eligible to hang with her crew. Had it all been out of jealousy? Evidently so, for she didn't feel the slightest discomfort in having Emma join her friends for lunch.
"Did something happen?" It was Specs who spoke now; he always seemed to be wise enough to realize that one's moods are many times determined by the actions of others. Wanting to tell them everything, she could only muster up enough strength to sigh. "Nikki, are you okay? Do you wanna talk?"
She glanced up at him. She did in fact want to talk. It would be nice to spill out her feelings to someone and not be afraid of them opening their mouths and telling the world. And Specs was a good listener; it was his gift. "Well, this morning after I..."
"Nikki Conlon! Your sweetheart is here!"
The five youth already seated for lunch looked up at Jack Kelly's announcement and saw Spot walking in between him and Race, rolling his eyes at the words but still grinning nonetheless. They sauntered up to the table and said their greetings, but everyone's attention was steadily focused on the actions of the new couple.
"If you guys don't mind," Spot said with a smirk, "I gotta talk with Nikki in private, so uh, we'll be right back. Nikki, can I talk to you for a minute?" She wanted to deny his request right there and humiliate him as he had done her earlier, but she figured she'd remain civil and rose to her feet instead.
Race grinned. "Ooo, make-out session!" The others were sent into cheerful guffaw at the sly remark, and laughed all the more when Race jumped back from a hand swipe Nicollet attempted to shut his mouth with.
Spot took Nicollet's hand and led her out of the sight of their friends to a secluded hallway not monitored during lunch. He didn't want any interruptions during their forthcoming conversation and he knew this was the perfect place that met those standards. Once they were alone, the girl snatched her hand back and crossed her arms. Spot looked at her confused but her indifferent expression was unreadable.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing," she shrugged. She assumed he knew why she was angry. How could he not know? No doubt someone had clued him in on her fury throughout the day, and being bright enough, he had concluded that she had seen his morning kiss with Amanda. So why was he acting like a dumbass, she wondered. "Just hurry, I have crap to do."
He didn't understand her attitude but ignored it for the time being. "I wanted to talk to you about that kiss." He hadn't had any sleep last night thinking about the passionate embrace he had shared with the girl. He kept replaying the moments in his head until his alarm clock had rung the next morning.
She rolled her eyes. Why on earth would he want to rub his kiss with Amanda in her face? Did he think she wanted to relive the pain? It was bad enough having to witness the act of betrayal in person, now he wanted to make up some crap about how it didn't mean anything? "Okay, well, what about it?"
"I wanted to know if it meant anything to you," he replied, still unable to determine why she was snapping at him as if he were her enemy.
She looked at him as if he were insane. "You wanted to know if it meant anything to me? Why the hell would it! If you want to involve every single girl you meet into your life, it's fine with me, but don't go pulling me into it!" She couldn't believe how big a jerk he was being!
Spot's temper started to rise. "Oh sorry," he snapped at her. "I just thought it's what you wanted, but I guess I was wrong."
"You're damn straight you were wrong. I'm not going to be in a relationship with someone who can't even decide who he wants to be with!"
"What the hell are you talking about, Nikki!? That kiss really meant a lot to me. It's not that hard for me to decide who I want to be with after sharing something special like that with someone!"
She couldn't think of a time when she hated him more than she did now. How could he go on about how special his kiss with Amanda had been when they had shared something just as extraordinary last night? She didn't want to stick around to find out. "Ya know what? I don't care about how you feel. From now on, I'm not getting myself into any more of your crap. I thought we had something special between us, but I guess it's just not there any more."
"Fine!" he nearly yelled back. "I'm probably better off without you anyways!"
"Same here, bastard!" Then they turned away from each other and walked down opposite ends of the hall, each harboring hatred, anger, and a broken heart.
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