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Darling Nikki (Part 23)
Hello ! It's been sooo long! 'kinda busy though. Studying. Ugh... -Nicoleee. :) ***************************************************************** After school was over I walked to my locker. Tyler was already there grabbing her books and jacket. â??So a little birdie told me that you and Michael were flirting in the hallway.â? She spoke up all late and shit. â??Well tell that little birdie to mind their fucking business.â? I replied trying to avoid the conversation. â??Donâ??t try to avoid the conversation you whore. Now either youâ??re a shitty friend or my sources are wrong.â? She crossed her arms and waited for me to confess. â??Iâ??m a bit of a shitty friend. But in my defense I was going to tell you. Itâ??s just that the little annoying ass birdies knew about it before I even knew about it.â? She laughed at this. â??So you are with Michael?â? She could be quite dumb sometimes. â??Did we not just have that conversation? Yes, Michael and I are uh whatâ??s the word?â? I asked truly stuck. â??Together.â? She finished my sentence, giving me a look as if I was stupid. â??Thatâ??s a word I have to get used to.â? We both giggled at this. Brenda walked towards us with the biggest smile. â??Guess whoâ??s on the Lacrosse team.â? She spoke in a high pitched voice. We both stared at her for a while waiting for her to speak again. â??You?â? Tyler asked after a long awkward pause. â??Yes!â? She squealed making me flinch. â??I never to you as the type to get your clothes dirty.â? I spoke up trying to picture it. â??Well, I donâ??t but they were the only team that would take me in. The others were not so inviting.â? She seemed a bit let down by this. But she quickly snapped out of it and replaced her frown with a smile. She seemed like the type that tried to put on a front all the time. As if she was happy. But I could tell that she wasnâ??t. She also had strange scars on her hands. I wondered if that had anything to do with it. â??Well Iâ??ll be at every game.â? I said trying to snap her out of her own thoughts. â??Tyler?â? She asked expecting her to say the same. Tyler rolled her eyes and looked down the hallway. â??I mean I might show up to a game every now and again but the ticket is like five dollars.â? She replied in a muffled tone. I laughed at this. â??Weâ??ll both be there.â? I answered for her. â??Thanks you guys!â? She squealed again, making us cringe once more. She damn near skipped away and we both shook our heads completely confused. â??Why is she so, peppy?â? Tyler asked while closing the locker. â??I have a feeling itâ??s a front. Have you noticed the scars on her hands?â? I asked trying to keep it down. Tyler thought for a second and then her eyes lit up. â??Do you remember at the party when everything was going cool? Before you started fighting?â? She asked shifting her eyes to see if anybody was listening. â??Uh, yeah.â? I quickly answered once I remembered. â??Well I went up the stairs to go to the bathroom. When I was up their I decided to snoop around because thatâ??s what you do when you go to the bathroom.â? I nodded completely understanding what she was trying to say. I do the same thing. â??Well I went into her room, because the door was open. There was a full set of cleaning products in her room. How weird is that?â? She asked. I nodded my head attentively. â??I didnâ??t think much of it but maybe sheâ??s like her parent's slave.â? She said this as if she was almost sure. â??I donâ??t know. It just seems like somethingâ??s wrong I mean did you notice the picture of her parents?â? She asked. I shook my head no and tried to really think about it. â??Why does that matter?â? I asked. â??Her smile is just as fake as my momâ??s boobs.â? I had to laugh at this. â??Well, weâ??ll talk to her tonight, three way. Maybe sheâ??ll tell us something.â? She shrugged her shoulders and put her coat on. â??Well Iâ??m going to head home. My fatherâ??s detailing a mustang and said heâ??s letting me help.â? She seemed extremely excited which made me smile. â??Bye slut.â? I replied while walking away. I walked home thinking about Brendaâ??s scars. I was trying to figure out how sheâ??d got them. When I got home I threw my book bag on the floor and began to walk up the stairs. â??Pick it up.â? I heard an oh too familiar voice speak up. I slowly walked backwards to the bottom of the steps and stared in disbelief. There sat Michael with Bam Bam on his lap. â??Why are you in my living room?â? I asked while scratching the top of my head. â??Ms. Valerie had to work late at the hospital today.â? He simply replied. Bam Bam was pulling on his hair. â??Iâ??m here! What she doesnâ??t trust me?â? I asked quite offended. â??Well, you arenâ??t very responsible.â? He explained, grabbing Bam Bamâ??s hands. â??Fuck you. Iâ??m responsible.â? I defended myself. While picking up my book bag. I threw it into the coat closet and he watched me, shaking his head. â??Yes, using foul language around children is very responsible your point is taken.â? He spoke quite sarcastically. â??Whatever.â? I replied while walking towards the couch. I sat down next to him and began to flip through the channels. He quickly grabbed the remote and turned back to Yo Gaba Gaba. â??This is stupid.â? I spoke while slouching lower onto the couch. â??It might be to you. But itâ??s Bam Bamâ??s favorite show.â? He replied. Mindlessly bouncing Bam Bam. â??Whereâ??s Bethany?â? I asked trying to change the subject. â??Upstairs cleaning her room.â? He replied. â??Youâ??re such a tool.â? I spoke making him finally look over at me. â??Iâ??d rather be a tool than an ignorant little girl who canâ??t control her tongue nor her emotions.â? He was quite serious and I became offended. I got up from the couch and walked towards the steps. â??Are you throwing a tantrum?â? He asked truly annoying me. â??Fuck you!â? I yelled while going up the stairs. I walked to my room and closed the door. I started to doodle on my bed post. I wanted to get around to it and now that I have time I figured why not. After about an hour, someone came into my room. â??Wow.â? Michael spoke looking around. I didnâ??t acknowledge his presence. â??So why are you angry at me?â? He asked closing the door behind him. â??Donâ??t you have a baby to watch?â? I asked trying to get him to leave. â??Heâ??s sleep, now donâ??t change the subject.â? I rolled my eyes and continued doodling. â??I didnâ??t mean to sound rude. Itâ??s just that sometimes your attitude irritates me. Iâ??m kind of dealing with my own problems.â? I still didnâ??t look up at him but I listened. â??Will you please stop ignoring me?â? He asked kicking my butt. I finally turned towards him. â??What problems are you going through?â? I asked. I could tell that he was beginning to feel uncomfortable. â??I rather not talk about it.â? He replied waving my question off. I got up off of the floor and put the top back on my sharpie. â??Your art is really good. Even though itâ??s all over the furniture, and walls.â? I giggled at this. â??Come, sit with me.â? He patted the space beside him and I gave him the side eye. â??I will not have sex with you Mr. Jackson.â? I replied. His mouth flew open. â??No! Thatâ??s not at all what I was trying to do.â? He began to defend himself. His cheeks were turning pink. â??It was a joke.â? I cut him off while sitting down. He stared at me for a while with a look as if I stunk. â??What?â? I asked giving him the same look back. â??Ew.â? He simply replied. I slapped his arm and he started laughing. â??Why donâ??t you stop staring and give me a kiss?â? I asked. â??Because I donâ??t know where your lips have been.â? He replied while looking the opposite way. I grabbed his hair pulling him towards me. â??Ow!â? He screamed finally turning his head my way once he was extremely close. Our lips met and I had a tingly feeling in my stomach. He gently grabbed my hand that held his hair and held it. We kissed for a while until I heard Bethany calling for Michael. He pulled away and looked towards the door. â??Babysitting duty calls.â? He spoke up while standing. He walked towards the door and turned around. â??I better not catch anything.â? He teased. â??I canâ??t promise that.â? I replied while shrugging my shoulders. He giggled at this and walked out of the room. I could still smell his scent and it made me smile. What the fuck was I whipped?
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