Hidden Truths

Chapter 1

Nicole's POV

"NICOLE!! I BETTER SEE YOU OUT OF THIS HOUSE IN 20 MINUTES!!"

I got up suddenly entangled in the blankets and fell off the bed. *sigh* What a great morning. Groaning from the aching pain, I made my way to the bathroom. I did my usual morning routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face. Back at my room, I just slapped on a t-shirt, a large size hoodie, and some baggy jeans that were the floor. Grabbing my bag and slipping on a pair of sneakers, I ran my fingers through my hair and headed out. That took me less then 10 minutes. Wow, new record! But I feel like I'm forgetting something. Hmmm... Oh well, figure it out later.

I got on my skateboard and rode to school. Yep, kids ride cars and motorbikes to school. I got my trusty steed to depend on. But I'm not complaining, I like my board. Easy to carry if you don't want to ride it and it fits in my locker. You don't have to worry about parking spots too! Huh, how convenient.

The ride to school was quiet, mostly because no-one in their right mind, would wake their child 5:30 in the morning to have their kid go to a school that dosen't begin till 7:30. Listen I tired reasoning with my parents, but apparently they didn't want me to have any reason to be late to school. Look, I never said my parents are actually sane, so of course, they would have their moments sometimes. I cruised my board to the nearest coffee shop that was open and there was only one that I knew would be open at this time. Dunkin Donuts.

Picking up my skateboard, I walk into the store and guess what?! There is only one other person there, what a surprise. I gotta admit though, I am still a bit tired so I didn't pay attention much. God, I hate mornings.

"Can I get a medium coffee" I asked, but it was more of a demand.

"Of course, would that be all?"

"Yes"

"$1.79 please." I hand the person $5, and with that I said "Keep the change." Mostly because I didn't feel like reaching out a receiving change that has a high possibility of drooping everywhere. A few seconds later, I was handed my coffee with a piece of paper stuck to it. What the fuck? Looking at the paper, I realized they were digits. Wow, isn't it too early to flirt? I glanced up at the culprit, probably with a questionable look on my face. To see that the owner of these digits smirking at me. Realizing I've been too tired to notice that the employee was a chick. A hot chick.

"Just call if you wanna have some fun." she said.

"Um.. sorry, I don't do one night stands." I told her, trying to be polite about it, I handed the paper back. But she didn't take it.

"Keep it, you might need it." she insisted with a mischievous smile. Really women I don't want your damn number.

"I highly doubt it." I head for the door and threw the paper in the trash. I know it was mean, but it obviously wasn't getting into her head.

"Oh man, I was so sure she swung that way." I heard as I was about to exit the door. Turning my head around and with a smirk on my face, I said, "I do, just not for you." With that, I got on my skateboard and headed to school.

I look to my watch to see that it was about 6:30, I had spare time before actually going into class. So I slowed down a bit and did a few tricks on and off the curb. Not those extreme ones, but the basic ones. Like an ollies, rolling off the curb, pop shuvits. I took sips of my coffee and cruised down the streets.

Getting closer to the school, I zipped my jacket all the way up and put on my hoodie. Picked up my board and with my head down, I headed to class. I had to stop by my locker to get my books. I walk by some people making out in the hallway, others getting high, ya know, the normal stuff. Going around a corner, I see my locker.

Oh fuck.

Jett Davidson, the number 5 jock of the school, was making out with the school's whore on my locker. Ugh. My locker, My poor poor locker, I am so sorry. *sniff sniff* I will find a way to repay you and you will be remembered for your honorable sacrifices.

Okay so how the fuck do I get my books now? Oh yeah, I don't. Unless I want a beating. Now don't get me wrong I work out and everything but let's not get into unnecessary fights. Do not want to get kicked out of school, again. Damn, this is messed up. Guess I have to get them later.

Heading off to homeroom, I was minding my own business, when I was pulled into the girls bathroom. Just as I was about to question what was going on, the wall was slammed onto my back. Oh wait, its the other way around. Okay to make everything end quicker you just got to listen to them. You are shy, timid, and weak. Throw away your confidence and bury your ego.

Groaning in pain, I slid to the floor. I looked up to see 5 girls staring down at me smirking aroggantly. Slut. Whore. Cheerleader. Slut. Cheerleader. Oh goody. Suddenly a hard pound met my stomach. Okay, eight-pack or not, when a metal toed combat boot hits your stomache when you don't expect it. It hurts. A LOT. I mean what kind of sick person would where such a thing. Oh yeah, this person. I was to busy coughing and gasping for air to look up at these people again.

"Did I just see you looking at Jett Davidson?" I heard one of them say.

"Because if you did, well, I think we all knows what happens." she continued. Really, because if a person was sucking tongues with someone on your locker you would've never seen them. The least you could do for me was come up with a better reason.

"um.. N-N-No"I whimpered. Hmm..sure that was convincing enough. Good job Nicole.

"No what?" she questioned amusingly.

"N-N-No I..um.. w-w-wasn't looking a-at J-Jett" I said, well more like whispered.

"Gooood girl," oh great another joined in, "now how about roughing her up a bit to teach her a lesson, what do ya say girls?"

I didn't even hear an answer, but I surely did feel it. I feel like I'm being rapid punched from all around me. After punching, they resorted to pushing. The fight soon ended. Not really a fight, more like letting them use me as a punching bag to release all their stress. The girls exited first, leaving the poor helpless me on the ground. Groaning and whimpering and gasping for air. This body is going to have bruises all over tomorrow morning I'm suprised that my hoodie was still on. Looks like I made a good purchase.

Getting up I dusted off the dirt and possible toliet paper the was stuck on me. I looked into the mirror to make sure no-one could see me under my hood. It is better to go unnoticed and continue my day peaceful rather than drawing any attention. Even the slightest amount would probably bring my day to ruins. I headed to class, hopefully nothing stops me this time or else I was going to be late.

I got in my seat just as the bell rang. Pros and Cons about my seat.

Pro-Its in the back corner

Con- It is right next to the popular kids

Pro- Teacher can't really see me

Con- I swear to god that the popular kids are like in reaching distance, too close for my taste

Pro- I can do anything I want eat, sleep, draw,or eat.

Con- The seat next to me belongs to the Stelle Adamson.

As if right on cue, the goddess herself, walked in. The mood in the classroom brightened a lot and I can hear everyone greeting her. Talk about popular. The #1 girl in the school is in my class, sitting next to me. Talk about laying low.

Stella Adamson, the hottest girl in school, the girl who everyone wants to be. The girl that I fell in love with.