"Nick?" I say, he keeps staring at the ceiling. Ever since we got home he hasn't moved from the couch. He's staring at the ceiling and that's it. He didn't even go take off his uniform. I sit beside him and shake him a little. He turns his head a little to face me.
"What?" He looks tired and sleepy. His face is pale and his lips are chapped. "Whats wrong?" I ask worried. "Nothing." He turns his head back so hes now staring up again. "Nothing." He repeats.
"I can tell something's wrong, why won't you tell me?" He shrugs, "Cause nothing's wrong." I clear my throat, "Okay. If you say so. What do you want to eat? It's my turns to cook. Remember?" He nods slowly, "Yeah I remember. But I don't want to eat anything."
"But- why not?" He shrugs, "I don't know. I'm not hungry." Then I remember what he told me during our lunch break, he said he wasn't hungry. "Have you ate at all?" He shakes his head no, "Oh my God Nick. You have to eat!" I say, "I told you I'm not hungry."
"Well you still have to eat! At least something." He closes his eyes, "Sydney I'm not hungry!" I sigh, "I don't care."
"I know you don't care." He gets up and walks to his room, "It's not like you ever cared at all." Then he slams the door. I sit there blinking fast and I feel hurt. He's acting with me like he acted the first few weeks we met. He's being cold and distant.
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In the morning I have two cups of coffee made. Hopefully Nick will drink it since he hasn't eaten anything. He walks out his room already changed and his hair is wet. "I made coffee." I say handing him the cup. "I don't like coffee." He turns around and I feel like I've been kicked in the stomach. "But you do like it." I whisper. He shrugs and walks to the door, "You haven't eaten." I say worried. "I did eat. I woke up around four and ate then took a shower."
I look at the sink and see a plate there which looks like it's filled with spaghetti sauce. At least he ate. "Are you coming or not?" He asks. I take my plastic cup with me and leave Nicks cup there.
He doesn't talk the whole way to work. Not even when we're in the cafe and this is killing me. Why is he being like this with me?
I walk in the kitchen and Alice is the only one here right now. "Hey." I whisper, she turns around startled. "Oh, hey." She says fixing her hair. I start preparing a coffee for my customer. "Did I freak you out yesterday?" She asks, she looks up at me as Shes washing dirty dishes and cups. "No, why?"
A couple girls walk in with orders and Alice looks at them then at me, "Because of the whole story thing." She whispers like the girls knew about it. "No. It made me mad though." I say. "It makes me mad too. But I can't do nothing about it. I will forever be known as the girl who had a threesome and cheated on her boyfriend." Oh, that's right. Alice had a boyfriend in high school.
Seth, I think that was his name. He was a popular guy of course. He had muscles and he was very good looking. The thing I liked about him was that he was nice to me. At least he acted nice. I remember we had to do a lab together one time, his other friends were in the class and they all made fun of him with getting stuck with me. I felt bad because I was embarrassing him. But instead of being mean to me he was nice. And that's something I will never forget.
"Did you ever got to explain to him what happened?" I ask finishing preparing the coffee. Alice turns the sink water off and dries her hands then she waits until the girls walk out. "I did. But think about it, he was a senior and he was popular. He couldn't handle the pressure of dating me because everybody thought I was a slut. And plus it got so bad his parents even interfered. The whole town found out, some felt pity for me because they believed my story. But others just talked bad about me, they would add new stuff my my story everyday. And of course I couldn't do that to Seth either, I loved him. And I couldn't date him because the whole school would talk about him. He was gonna be the joke of the town for dating a girl like me."
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The stories in my flesh (Sequel to scars)
Teen FictionI look around the circle it's my turn to talk, I look down at my lap. " I knew a girl who liked to draw. She drew pictures that nobody saw, she was more artistic during the night. In the cold shower out of any sights. She kept a secret no one knew...