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Darling Nikki (Part 20)

Part 20...
-Nicole

I walked out of the principleâ??s office with my head hung low. He said he was letting me off easy because he saw the good in me or some bullshit.
I had detention for two weeks. I also had to help out with different things around the school and I had cafeteria duty. Fuck my life.

The bell rung which told me that school had ended. I walked to the entrance of the school and pushed the doors open. Seeing that I had a head start I was the first out of the school.

I didnâ??t feel like talking to anyone, I wanted to be alone.

â??Nikki.â? Shit. So much for being alone. Michael walked up next to me and when he realized I wasnâ??t in a good mood he felt bad.

â??How much trouble are you in?â? He asked.
I sighed and took a long pause before answering.

â??Doesnâ??t really matter.â? I responded. I knew that heâ??d start bitchin if I told him my punishment.

â??Come on, just tell me.â? He said nudging me a bit. I rolled my eyes giving in.

â??Two weeks of detention, community service, and lunch duty.â? His mouth dropped.

â??Why did you take up for me, I didnâ??t want you to get in trouble because of me. Thatâ??s the last thing I wanted.â? I rolled my eyes becoming irritated.

â??See thatâ??s why I didnâ??t want to tell you because I knew youâ??d start bitchin. Iâ??ve been in trouble before, itâ??s nothing.â? I shrugged my shoulders and continued to walk.

â??Iâ??m sorry about not listening to you about Hilary. I donâ??t know what I was thinking trusting her. She just said all of the right things I guess.â? What could she have possibly said? I asked myself.

â??Like what?â? I asked.

â??Itâ??s not really important.â? He seemed to become angry just by bringing it up.

â??I donâ??t understand how you could fully open up to a stranger but not your so called best friend.â? He looked down at the ground not answering immediately.

I didnâ??t know what to think of this. I stopped dead in my tracks and when he realized I did so he stopped as well.

â??I, I donâ??t want you to think ill of me.â? His voice was a lot lower, as if he was whispering.

â??Are you kidding me? I put all my shit on the table for you to see. Nobody is perfect, weâ??re human.â? I tried to explain.

â??Letâ??s go to my favorite spot.â? He spoke up while grabbing my arm.

â??No, that place is stupid.â? I complained while being pulled down the street. When we got there he sighed deeply as if he was pleased by the view.

â??Okay, now say something. What were those spots and why didnâ??t you tell me about them?
How the hell did you hide it from the rest of the school for so long?â? I asked truly interested.

â??Water proof make up.â? He answered while sitting down on the ground.

â??Why did you decide to choose her as the first person to tell?â?

I asked feeling betrayed almost. I was supposed to be his best friend and he was sharing his feelings with some random girl.

â??She made me feel like I could tell her everything.

Everybody in town thinks that Iâ??m literally perfect. â??He plays all sports, heâ??s a great student, heâ??s sensitive, and heâ??s this heâ??s that.

If I told anybody about this, all of that would be gone. People wouldnâ??t feel that way about me anymore, nobody would think that Iâ??m this perfect guy.â?

I noticed this when I first moved in. People expectations for Michael were outrageous.

â??Michael you may be talented, and polite, and all of that extra shit. But youâ??re nowhere near perfect.
You canâ??t reach perfection, itâ??s impossible. Fuck everybody who says that, tell them to kiss your ass.
You have a right to be flawed. Light spots on your skin doesnâ??t make you imperfect.
Being a fucked up juvenile delinquent like myself, now that is imperfection.â? He seemed offended by my comment.

â??Donâ??t do that.â? He quickly spoke.

â??What?â? I asked quite confused.

â??Donâ??t talk bad about yourself.â? He replied as if he was demanding it.

â??I can say what the fuck I want about myself.â? I spoke testing the waters, again.

â??Itâ??s funny how you talk all of that shit knowing that youâ??re going to lose in the end. Just do what youâ??re supposed to and top being so difficult.â? He raised his voice a little shocking me.

â??Fuck you.â? I replied while rolling my eyes.

â??Excuse me?â? He said, like he didnâ??t hear me.

â??I said, fuck you.â? I repeated, slower this time.
He seemed annoyed.

â??Why do you think you have the right to speak to people that way?â? He asked throwing me off a little bit. I was kind of playing around but he was dead serious.

â??Freedom of fucking speech.â? I responded as if he was stupid.

â??I donâ??t talk to you that way, so donâ??t speak to me that way.â? He said while looking away from me.

â??Youâ??re such a little bitch.â? I mumbled but he heard me.

He got up and began to hover over me. I quickly got up and backed away.

â??What the hell is your problem?â? I asked while backing up.

He walked towards me with a stern look. I became a bit, frightened. To think, I was scared of Michael.

Iâ??ve never been scared of anybody.

â??Repeat yourself.â? He quickly demanded still walking towards me.

â??Dude, calm down!â? I replied. My back hit a tree and I tried to quickly move around it. But he quickly boxed me in.
â??Get the hell away from me!â? I screamed trying to push him back. He quickly grabbed my arms. He was holding them tightly. I felt like my circulation was being cut off.

â??Donâ??t talk to me like that, you can talk to whoever you want that way but Iâ??m not going for that shit so you can cut that out now.â?
He was very serious and I became intimidated.

â??Okay fine let go!â? I yelled trying to get my wrists out of his grasp.

â??Thatâ??s not good enough.â? He responded. I couldnâ??t believe him.

â??Okay I promise I wonâ??t talk to you like that.â? I sound like a little bitch. He let go of my wrists and I began to rub them.

â??Did I hurt you?â? He asked while looking down at my wrists.

â??No, not at all! You just twist my wrists.â? I responded truly pissed.

He gently grabbed my wrist and pulled it towards him. I didnâ??t protest seeing that he wasnâ??t hurting me.

He looked at both of my wrists and began to softy rub them.

My heart began to pound. Why the hell was I so intimidated by him? This only made me like him even more.

â??Do they feel better?â? he asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

â??Yeah.â? I responded a bit hoarse.

â??I didnâ??t mean to hurt you; itâ??s just that I donâ??t like it when you speak to me that way.â?

He continued to rub my wrists while speaking.

I just wanted toâ?¦snap out of it!

â??Yea I take it too far sometimes. Itâ??s the only way I know how to talk to people.â? I donâ??t know if it was me just hoping.

But it seemed like he didnâ??t want to let go. But soon he did and I secretly hated the loss of contact.

â??So when are you supposed to start detention.â? He asked breaking the now awkward silence.

â??Tomorrow.â? I quickly responded. I wasnâ??t thinking about no damn detention.

â??Oh okay cool.â? He responded. Our conversation was becoming quite stale. Which had to mean that he was thinking the same thing right?

I wondered what would happen if I just told him. If I told him that I liked him.

â??Uh I kind of have something to tell youâ? I started. But once his eys met mine I chickened out.

â??Yeah?â? He responded a bit too quickly.

â??Uh I uh just wanted to say that I um really appreciate you as a friend.â? I lied horribly. Why couldnâ??t I just say it?

â??Thatâ??s not what you wanted to say. You were obviously trying to say something else.â? He replied causing great embarrassment.

â??No I wasnâ??tâ? I replied trying to make him look crazy.

â??Just say itâ? he demanded while walking towards me again.

â??Thereâ??s nothing to say.â? I replied

He grabbed my wrist once more.

â??Just say it!â? He yelled becoming frustrated.

â??I like you!â? I screamed back only realizing what I said after the fact.

â??Really?â? He asked as if he was shocked.

â??No I worded that wrong I meant that I like you as a friend.â? He didnâ??t respond.

But just gave me this blank stare. The silence was killing me and his stare weirded me out.

â??Okay fine! I did mean it that way.â? When saying this my cheeks turned red. I couldnâ??t believe I actually said it.

He smiled and began to pull me by the wrist towards him. I didnâ??t know what was going on but I didnâ??t want it to stop.

He pulled me close enough so that we were exchanging breathing air. He then leaned in and kissed me. As soon as our lips touched I got shocked, really bad.

I jumped back and held my lip and he did the same. I didnâ??t know what just happened.

But I do know that it went chills all over my body and I couldnâ??t wait to do it again.

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