True Story

Nicolette

Ah Nicolette. Don't get me started.

We, Avie, Nicolette, Theresa, and I, were walking down the halls huddled close against the unusually frigid winds ( I live in Southern California so probably only 55*F or so. I love being so spoiled). I was quiet, as I often was when near all of them simultaneously. I had learned from previous failures that sometimes, to keep friends, a filter is an important thing. Besides, Nicolette intimidated me, and I liked liked watching Avie and Theresa talk.

The truth is, my "friendship" with Nicolette made me uneasy. She and I had never quite got along. Of course, she seemed (and curiously still does) completely oblivious to this. It was strange.

 You see, I'm a smartass. Not a good quality, I know, but I'm not about to change. She is, to put it frankly, a conceited, defensive, and- no. I'll tell you the story an you'll understand on your own.

On this one day I experienced one of many incidents. Now this argument like many others was about absolutely nothing. Sometimes they were between Nicolette and Avie. Sometimes between her and Theresa. Somehow, they would always tear the group apart, and she would start them all. Everyone would end up pissed, sides would be picked, an it seemed that Nicolette always got out without a scratch.

I never said anything of course. I only had them as friends because Avie seemed to like me, and I didn't want to be the one left friendless at the end of an argument. No thanks.

Somehow though, by some miracle, the last chord was struck on that day. Now it wasn't until over a year later that I understood why, but at the moment,    my comprehension of the situation was that Nicolette made some snide remark and all hell broke loose. I know now looking back that at that moment, it was over. Not for good, mind you.

But in all ways that counted, it seemed that she was no longer my problem. No, not mine. Not yet. Poor Avie. 

I talked with Theresa the other day. Nicolette knew. Everything. About Avie. Things I didn't know. Not yet.