In It For The Long Run (Editing)

IIFTLR- We're Going To Italy Baby

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Here's the first chapter :) Hope you guys enjoy it and thank you for giving this story a chance :) I'm working quite hard to make it interesting with a balance of comedy, action and also a little romance later on.

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Chapter One

"Nikki, we have finally graduated! Can you believe it? I thought we would never get out of there but no, here we are; graduated and finally free." I turned toward my best friend of eighteen years, Esme (Ez-may) and give her a genuine smile as she continues on with her rant of how amazing it was to know we are finally starting our lives.

Right now, we are both in my room. My room is actually quite large, a lot larger than the average bedroom. I guess wealth has its perks when it comes to things like this. I wouldn't have minded if I had a simple, average sized room but my mother wouldn't have it. She insisted on having my room to its utmost potential. How do you make a room into its utmost potential, you ask? Well you hire the best interior decorator in the country.

Yes, my mum went that far by having an interior decorator do up my room.

She insisted that we take full advantage of the opportunities we are blessed with, my room's size being one of the blessings I have apparently received. Now don't get me wrong, I am extremely grateful for all I have but... an interior decorator, really?

Anyway, my room was left with white paint on three out the four walls. The fourth wall which was situated behind my bed was painted with black and white thick vertical stripes.

I had a king sized bed with the head of it against the wall. I had a black, white and deep purple theme throughout the room. With white bed sheets and deep purple accents thrown onto the bed. I had a mini desk on the far right corner of my room with a deep purple antique chair waiting to be sat on. I had a very large antique vanity on the other side of my room that has been passed down to me from my great grandmother. It's pretty old but it had some parts retouched and now it's as good as new. It has two cute little chairs that match with the long-lived vanity and is currently where Esme and I are sitting.

We're putting on the final touches to our outfit for the celebratory dinner our parents are taking us to. Our parents always take the opportunity to have some form of celebration and us graduating was the perfect chance for us all to go out and enjoy our newly found freedom.

I, for one, couldn't be happier that we are out of that place.

Too many memories tainted the halls of that high school.

I used to walk hand in hand with my boyfriend of two years to class everyday up until two months ago.

~Flashback~

I'm currently driving toward my boyfriend's house to surprise him. He didn't come to school today and wasn't answering his phone and like any other normal human being I got concerned, especially because he always answers to texts and calls immediately. So I decided to come and check up on him, hoping to God he was okay.

After the ten minute drive, I ended up in his drive way. I get out and head for the front door. His parents have been away this past week on a business trip and won't be back for two more weeks, so that wasn't a concern for us whenever I would come over. He had no siblings so we usually had the house to ourselves. Not that we did anything like... that, but we had more privacy to talk and hang out. I wanted to wait so we didn't do anything close to that throughout our relationship. I raise my hand to knock but as my fist makes slight contact with the door it opens. 'Hmm' I thought to myself. 'That's strange, he always locks the door, he must've been in a rush when he got in and forgot to close it.' I open the door to its maximum and walk in. As I was about to call out to him, I notice a trail of clothes on the ground. I wouldn't have thought it was strange if it was all male clothes as he is quite messy but no, there was a dress on the floor too accompanied by high heels. I follow the trail of clothes and discover that leads to my boyfriend's room. His door is closed but it isn't locked. I listen carefully and hear giggling that definitely wasn't from a male. I open the door with such force it hit the wall. My boyfriend and his 'company' jump apart from each other. They are under the cover and from the looks of it completely nude. I looked at who he was with and to no surprise it was the school's slut, Chelsea Worthing. I scream in anger and storm out of there before I could understand any of the words he was saying. I head straight toward the front door, speed walking. My ears pick up on the faint sound of footsteps. Just as I was about to cross the threshold to outside, I feel a hand on my shoulder turning me around. I come face to face with culprit, now wearing pants. He starts attempting to convince me he is innocent. "Nikki, please nothing was going on. We weren't doing anything." I glare at him and feel the anger inside of me building up. 'He has the audacity to deny doing anything when I caught them completely NAKED in the SAME bed!' I look into his eyes and see a swirl of emotions, pleading and desperation being two of them. "I caught you two in the same f*cking bed, naked." I explain with nothing but venom dripping from my voice. He begins to convince me otherwise a second time. "Nikki, she means nothing to me. I like you, not her. Please give me another cha-" I cut him off before he had the chance to finish that revolting sentence. "DON'T YOU DARE THINK I WOULD GIVE YOU ANOTHER CHANCE." At this point I was fuming and screaming in his face. "WE ARE OVER AND DON'T BOTHER SPEAKING TO ME AGAIN. ENJOY YOUR F*CKING SLUT." I look into his eyes one more time and to my surprise there isn't guilt or regret, no he had anger swirling in his eyes. I turn to leave and make a beeline for my car but it isn't a silent trip as he decided to share some more information. He yells from the front door just as I was about to get into my car, "This isn't the first time you know. I've been sleeping with Chelsea since I found out you wouldn't put out." I thought back to the time when I told him that, it was a month after we started going out. 'THAT ARSEHOLE WAS CHEATING ON ME FOR ALMOST TWO YEARS AND IT WAS BECAUSE I WOULDN'T HAVE SEX WITH HIM? Wait why did he stay with me if our relationship meant barely anything to him? Ugh, who cares about why.' I looked him in the eye from where I was standing and said, "Good bye, you good for nothing dickhead!" I got into my car and as soon as I was out of his sight I let the tears fall.