Prehistoric Forbidden Love - A Chris Pratt Fanfic

Chapter 8

Author's Note: I love how you all said Nicole would end up with Owen haha I'm still deciding. Also my updates my be late in the evening because I have lots of stuff to do. Plus it takes a while to come up with good ideas XD Anyway, enjoy!

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"Nicole," Michael and I were still just staring at each other and I then looked away because it was beginning to get awkward.

"What are you doing back here? You got fired a few days ago!"

"Don't remind me," he grumbled.

"Hey! You wouldn't be if you didn't decide to steal data from the lab!" I snapped.

"Well I'm sorry that I care about you!" Those words then made me tense up.
Michael really did care then. That's why he came back.

"Now listen. I was doing fine before you showed up. I don't need your sympathy or whatever."

"My sympathy? Who said I was giving you any? Besides, I don't see your boyfriend around. Where is he?"

"Don't you dare." I then pulled my gun on him. How dare he mention Owen and right to my face no less.

He was probably better off with Claire anyway.

"Nikki-" Michael began but I cut him off. Anger was boiling up inside me.

"Not Nikki. Nicole to you Mr. Soto. Now don't you think for one moment that I won't hesitate to pull this damn trigger." He looked at me differently now. Instead of care and compassion it was with fear.

"I'm- I'm sorry," he gulped. I lowered my gun and took a deep breath.

Brushing the hair out of my eyes I looked up at Michael who still seemed scared.

"Michael, I'm glad your here." I said.

"Wait a minute. You just yelled at me and pulled your gun on me and now your glad I'm here?! What is your problem?"

"My problem? Maybe if we survive this we can have that dinner you mentioned and I could tell you all about it."

"Really?" Michael looked at me and smiled.

"No, I was being sarcastic. Let's go."

"Right..." He mumbled and I began to look for a form of transportation. I needed to get to the raptor cage.

Luckily I spotted a motorcycle and I hopped on.

"Get on." I ordered Michael and he looked at me like I was crazy.

"Ha, like I'm letting you drive that."

"Don't. Just get your ass on." He did and I started it up and then began speeding down.

"You are one crazy woman! Watch out!" Michael yelled as I almost hit a person. At this point he was holding on to me, probably hoping he wouldn't fall off.

"Shut up. I don't like back seat drivers." We approached the raptor cage and I skidded to a stop. I jumped off and so did Michael but he then threw up. I suppressed a smile and went over to Barry.

"Nikki! Vic is crazy. He wants to use the raptors."

"That son of a bitch. What for! Did I not tell him a few days go that he couldn't!"

"I have tried telling him but he doesn't listen."

"Where is he?"

"Over there," Barry pointed to the raptor cage where that fat, ugly son of a bitch was petting my raptors. Or Owen's. Ours. If anything it was the one thing I still had that was a part of him.