capter 1
I walked in to the room at the same time he did. Not saying a word I took my seat. I could feel his eyes on me, like lasers burning into my back. He knew something was wrong; I always said 'Hey' to him ever morning.
This morning was different I didn't want to talk to the one person who I have been with ever since I was born. The one that I took my first steps with. The one that I talked baby talk with. The one that I could read like an open book. The one who knew me like the back of his hand. I turned and looked at him, my best friend and gave him a little smile. By the look in his eyes, he new something was wrong. We sat there saying nothing just looking into each others eyes. Then he smiled. The same smile that all the girls in school fell for. The one that made me smile every time. The one that was my best friend.
"Nick, Nicole can we get on with class" My teacher said, making me turn around and lose eye contact. I started to take notes in my notebook when all of a sudden a note appeared on my desk. It was from Nick, it said:
"Hey i know something is up so spill' .
I picked my pencil up and wrote "I will tell U later" and handed it back to him.
He smiled at me and then looked down at the note and frowned.
"Okay" he mouthed and put it in his pocket.
I knew that I was going to have to tell him later, I couldn't avoid my best friend forever. I couldn't get away from Nick, lived next to me. We had sleepovers all the time and our moms are best friends. They are always over at each others houses and we naturally tagged along.
It was crazy to think that in a few days I would be seventeen years old. Nick and I will be best friends for seventeen years! It was cool that our moms had us a day apart, I was a day older. It was always nice that we had all of our birthdays together. We had the same party, so we didn't have to worry about planning our own parties.
That's the way it always was; just Nick and I, as friends. It was never Nick and Nicole the couple, and it killed me. After this class I would have to tell him that I wanted to be more than friends. That I couldn't live without him and that I love him. It was scary, I have never done anything like this. So why was i choosing now to tell him? I couldn't lie to him. He found out everything. If I didn't tell him and he found out some other way he would be crushed. It would just make everything worse if I put it off, so i decided to tell him.
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The bell rang so we headed to lunch. My mind was racing and my heart was beating 100 miles per hour. I knew Nick would want me to tell him everything; he had already texted four times asking me what was wrong. I was deep in thought when a hand grabbed my arm and I was pulled the opposite direction of lunch. I then realized that the reason why I was being grabbed away from lunch was that Nick wanted to talk about why I was upset.
I was worried that it was going to hurt our friendship but then it came to my mind that Nick would never do anything like that. We had been friends far too long and had too many great memories. Then again, he was still a guy after all and--
"Nicole... Nicole... NICOLE!" Nick started yelling my name, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Oh hey, Nick sorry i wa--
"Okay, what is up with you?" He cut me off, anxious to get to lunch before the period was over.
"Well it's funny, see, I'm all better now so we can just go to lunch!" I said to him, giving him a huge smile and started to walk away. He grabbed my arm and gave me that 'really?' look and told my to sit.
Shit, what was I going to do? Nick was not letting me go any where until I told him what was wrong.
"I can't tell you" I told him. He gave my a shocked look.
"Really? You can't tell me, your best friend since you where born. Nicole, you can tell me anything. I promise I won't laugh at you or go kick anyone's ass that has hurt you or anything." He then gave my that smile, the one that made me weak. I was grateful for the chair I was being forced to sit in. I dropped my head and then his hands where in mine.
He was saying it was okay, to tell him what was wrong.
God, why were his hand so soft and warm? I could only imagine what his lips felt like. As i thought this, my mouth went dry and I looked up.
God. Was I really going to do this or make something up? Part of me want him to know so I could see what he said, and that he might love me the same way.
