The Revenge of the Geek Betrayal.

Chapter nine; fishy dinner for one.

It was after preparing a rather burnt fish that I got a phone call. Turning the stove off, and washing my fish-infected hands, I went to answer whoever wanted to call me, which is why I did everything in such a hurry.

I didn't even bother to check the ID.

"Hello?" I said, a typical greeting.

"Avery? Oh God, it feels so good to hear your voice."

No, no, no.

The voice on the other far end roused a sick, and weird feeling inside of me. My knees suddenly decided on it's own accord to convert to jelly, leaving me to have to sit down. Even then, I couldn't seem to get everything straight. I was a mess. I didn't want to deal with this; not right now, not ever.

"Nicky, why are you calling me?" I whispered, struggling to prevent Niagra Falls from exploding out of my eyeballs.

I found it hard to speak. The large lump in my throat was too stubborn to go away, no matter how many times I swallowed.

"It's killing me the way we left off. I really want to check that you're okay, that we're okay." A pleading tone enveloped his weak voice.

Despite how much I wanted to let out this chaotic demon in me, I remained silent and calm. Of course I still loved Nicky, decades worth of friendship doesn't disappear in a few weeks. I was being stupid. Why was I wasting my first real love, which I had built for so many years, just to have it demolished due to him moving.

"I'm so sorry, Nicky. I was being foolish, I realize. It was just such a big surprise, that I didn't know how to take it, and I stupidly took it out on you." I blabbered, at some point I didn't even know if I made sense, but I was glad I let that all out.

My ears perked up at the sense of hearing him chuckle, and my body relaxed a ton more, releasing Santa's sack worth of endorphins.

"I'm just happy you're okay, Avery." He sighed, and I knew that he mean't every word of it.

"I am too. So how is Colorado? How is the university treating you there?"

A few weeks ago, saying this sentence would've split my heart into two, but right now I was incredibly interested in his response, and sort of happy.

"I won't be going to University until next year, in February. At the moment, I'm being home schooled."

I cringed at that thought. Being stuck in doors by yourself with just yourself and that one tutor in front of you, having nobody by your side to chat to. Then again, that was how high school was for me.

"So is this tutor hot? I hope she's not distracting you with cups of you know what." I giggled at the imaginary picture of Nicky finding trouble in concentrating and listening whilst having a total milf leaning against hm.

But hey, every teenager's boy come true, right?

"Well, you sort of got it right. This tutor does have quite big boobs, except that they also have a stubble, oh and did I forget to mention? A penis."

I couldn't suppress the laughter, giggling in between when I needed breaks.

"Your teacher has man boobs? I hope you're not questioning your sexuality before University begins, Nicky." I reply, taking the chance when I was in a bit more of a controlled state of mind.

Even then, it was mission impossible to not snigger.

"Shut up, Avery. This guy isn't going to send me down the path of having fantasies about him, but nightmares." I heard him shudder on the other line, and imitate a vomiting victim.

I laughed, he laughed and the connection between us laughed too.

I missed this. I would have to be given a large deal to have to be convinced to give up what I felt for Nicky. Diamonds, money, even unlimited wifi would be useless up against Nicky.

He was a strong contender in my heart.

"I've got go now, Avery. Mr.Man Boobs will be arriving any moment now. But promise me you'll answer my call. This was great, and I've missed you."

Nicky's words cradled me in his hypnotic affection. I didn't want this to end, I wanted to talk to him forever, until the calendar declared the date of my death.

"Don't go calling your tutor Mr.Man boobs by mistake, Nicky." I responded, before the line was cut and the annoying buzzing replaced Nicky's warming voice.

And with that I was left to get on with my life, even though I was struggling and I needed someone. Despite the great distance between us, Nicky was my someone and the warrior who was fighting against my sadness.

Fishy dinner for one! My wolf announced, trying to lighten the mood I had turned sour. I apologized to her quickly before taking a seat all by myself around an empty table. The food didn't taste of anything, not of fish or of something sweet. I couldn't decide whether my cooking skills were finally wearing off, or if I was the one wearing off.

I cleaned the dishes, I ironed what needed to be ironed, and I watched a little bit of television. I felt as though I was stuck inside a glass trap, able to see the outside, but not to truly feel it, smell it, or touch it. Was I alive? Or just breathing?

My sore heart needed to take a nap, it needed to recharge for tomorrow, when it will get broken again. I wish I could just get used to everything, I love to say that to myself sometimes, but I never seem to be able to. I just wish I meant a thing to somebody's life. I couldn't even make my mother want me.