chapter six : something new

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nick's pov
6:00 am
sunday morning
my dorm room

why did i apply for a 7:00 am class . this is stupid . what would happen if i flipped if the teacher , slapped all my classmates , turned on the fire alarm , and ran out of the school ?

i had to keep quiet so i didn't wake braxton . i grabbed my phone and noticed that he texted me last night . goodnight sleepy head . love you 😘 xoxo . awe . i love you too braxton .

i snuck my way to the closet and grabbed a towel . i slowly opened the door to the bathroom , ripped my clothes off , and hopped in .

i played " taylor swift essentials " before getting in . and it was a good decision. so much good songs came on . august , love story ( tv ) , last great american dynasty , and my favorite , the way i loved you ( tv ) . my music accidentally woke braxton up .

" nick , i'm surprised you woke up ." he said in a groggy voice . " oh shit ! sorry i woke you up ." i said . " no , your okay . i'd rather be woken up by taylor swift than anyone else . and you ." my heart warmed . " i also have work today ." oh , i didn't know that he worked . " did you just get a job ?" i asked . " no , i've just been busy for the past week so i haven't been able to work ." he said . " maybe i could bring you lunch ?" i asked . he smiled and nodded . " i would love that.
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7:00 am
black pearl's language arts class

mrs . wiley was in a shitty mood today . i don't know what was up with her today , but she was annoyed as hell .

today , we had to do presentations . mine was of a writing i did months ago . it was about a boy getting trapped inside of a realm and needing to survive .

in the loud voice , mrs . wiley yelled , " nicolas sturniolo ! you're up ! get up there !" i was real close to slapping the bitch , but i didn't .

" as i found the abandoned bunker , a nasty eyeball bat found me ." i heard mrs . wiley yawn after i said the sentence . " this is boring ! i need action !!" she yelled . " oh , i'll show you action bitch !" oops . that slipped out . " excuse me , but what did you just say ?! get out of my classroom !"

i could hear everyone whispering as i packed all my stuff and went outside the classroom . once i got outside , i bolted for the bathrooms . mrs . wiley's slow ass couldn't catch up to me . i run track bitch .

in the bathroom , i set my stuff down on the sink and got on my phone . i heard mrs . wiley yelling for me . " nicolas ! where are you !" eventually she came to the bathroom and stood outside the doorway . " nicolas sturniolo , if your in here , get out !" though she could come in , she didn't . i simply stayed in the stall and waited for her to leave .

after she left and went back to doing her job , i poked my head out of the hallway and bolted towards the main entrance . as i sprinted past the receptionist, she gave me a confused look . " honey , where are you going ?" i didn't know what to say . " oh , i'm almost late for ... my doctors appointment !" after saying that i ran out the door and got into my car .

sitting at my wheel , i began to tear up . i embarrassed myself in front of everyone . it's okay though . i don't care .
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8:30 am
matt and chris's house

" so , you did what ?" i decided to drive to matt and chris's house to tell them what happened . " i ran to the bathroom , waited like ten minutes , then ran out if the building ." chris looked disappointed . " what the hell were you thinking ?"

matt walked down the stairs in his underwear and asked , " why are we yelling ? and why is nick here ?" the real question was why he was wearing the tightest white underwear ever . " i'm here for reasons , but why the hell are you wearing those ?" he flipped me off . " hey . excuse you , bitch . i'm not the one wearing stripper clothes ." he got mad . like really mad . " fuck you nick ." i didn't take that very well . i could've just ignored him , but i retaliated . " no , fuck you , matt . and go to hell while your at it ." i then grabbed my shit and slammed my door on the way .

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