Sitting down in my seat I feel footsteps creep up behind me.
"What do you want nick?" I turn around to face him.
Relaxing his shoulders he looks at me and smiles, "nice necklace. And I don't want anything." He pulls out the seat beside me.
"Sure as hell seems like it." I mumble and begin to organize my folders.
"That's a rude word!" Nick laughs. "How are you?" I feel his glare burn into me. Stinging me.
"I'm fine. What do you want Nick." I demand an answer but like the asshole he is he refuses to offer me one.
"Like I said, I don't need anything." He looks away from me for the first time in forever.
"Yea you don't need anything. But you do want something." Closing my folder I turn and face him. Our eyes locking a forever glare.
"Like I said it's nothing Amber." He stands up and begins to push that chair in.
"Nice of you to remember my name." I turn away.
I probably should not have said that.
"Oh yea your right. Let me re say that." He bends down to my ear. His hot breath sends chills down my spine.
"Like I said it's nothing, skin and bones."
My eyes turn into a tsunami again.
"Shut up nick." I whisper turning to face him.
He's gone.
He's laughing with his friends as he takes glances from me.
I'm gonna sting him. I'm gonna sting him hard.
It didn't take much for me to find myself getting out of my chair and walk myself over to him.
It did however take a lot of courage to look him in his eyes.
His stupid yet pretty eyes.
"Can't get enough of me?" He laughed and elbowed a friend.
"No, I just want you to shut the fuck up, you know?" I shrugged my shoulders I glared at his friends.
I gulped down my fear and looked back at nick.
"Mhm. Sure it's not because you like me?" He winked.
"In your dreams- I would never like you." I wanted to puke. Like him? As if.
"Then Is this a dream?" He looked around and pinched himself. His face turned bitter from the pain. "Looks like it's real." He chuckled.
"If it's real then I don't like you." I smiled then dropped my face back to serious.
"Ok Amber then what do you want?" He leaned in.
"For you to shut up. I've told you this, haven't I?" I smirked.
"How about..." he gleamed over to his friend and smiled lightly, "no." He turned over to me.
"No!? Really? Your immature as fuck- I'm sick of you Nick. SICK OF YOU. I mean calling some one skin and bones!? Wow- are you just mad that I don't look like a pot belly pig?" I poked at his stomach. "I also don't act like one." I smiled and began to hold back every nerve in me to slap him.
His smile faded, "at least my mom is still alive." A proud smile flared across his face.
I stung someone....
Holding my hand back I glared into his stupid hazel eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" He held back his tears.
I knelled down onto one knee and whispered into his ear, "don't be shy. Let the tears fall. Coward." Pushing myself off the floor I felt a slight feeling of guilt.
He deserved it though.
