Cold Hearted

two

Years had passed since I moved in here. Eight years to be exact. Nick was my only friend and thankfully no one wanted to adopt him. He didn't want to be adopted either. Nick always asked me about my parents but I always ignored him.

"You know, homeworks don't do theirselves." Nick said as he broke me from my thoughts.

I continued to do my homework as Nick stood up to get some food. I looked through the window and saw Nick talking to some girls from school. They were flirting.

Nick came in after a few minutes. He brought mac and cheese to the table. He said Suzanne's mom made it for him. I assumed Suzanne was one of the girls who he talked to before.

"So, we've been friends for eight years now. I think it would be a great time to talk about your parents. I'm sure you're at least slightly over it." Nick said as he stuffed his mouth with mac and cheese.

I glared at him and continued doing my homework. He sighed and stood up to play with the kids. The reason I didn't want to tell him about my parents is I didn't want to cry in front of him. I didn't want to show him my weakness. I didn't want to feel the pain I felt eight years ago.

I went to my room and lay down with Pearl. She was asleep on my lap. I pampered her as I dozed off to a dreamless sleep.

                         ...

I woke up as soon as I heard a knocking at my door. Nick was standing in front of it with his bed hair. His nose was red and his eyes were baggy. He looked sick.

"Are you okay?" I asked out of concern. But my voice made me sound like I didn't care.

"I think I have a cold."

"Obviously, you should go rest."

"How about school?" Nick knew that I have zero friends at school. He was always there for me because he was worried that I get bullied or something.

"I can go by myself. Go rest, Nick."

After I got ready for school, I went to Nick's room to checked on him. He was sleeping on the bed. I walked to him and his dark circles were getting worse. I grabbed a wet rag and put in on his forehead. My dad used to that if I was sick.

I went downstairs, said goodbye to Ms Cocina and went to school. Alone.