Time Goes By [COMPLETED]

chapter 3

Nicole's POV

Assholes. The only word to describe them. Assholes. Especially Brad. He's a psycho. I mean who in the sane mind would say 'dicks and hoes, always goes'. he's been repeating that sentence the whole ride. Thank God Lauren was a deep sleeper. If not, hell would break lose.

You would be surprised about how much i know about her. For example, she likes to party, like Jonathan. She hates smokers. She's allergic to peanuts. She loves Meghan trainor and Rihanna. She's bisexual. She loves Jonathan and, she hates me.

I know a lot about her because she's been dating Jonathan for almost two years. She loves staying on Friday's with us until six or seven o'clock, till her mother calls her to come home.

We arrived at the beach house half hour ago. The last time I was here, was when I was 14 years old. The living room was huge. All the furniture were especially made from Italy. You would be surprised of how rich my family is. We had LG 60 inches plasma HDTV hung up on the wall, in the middle of the living room. A billiard table on the right and a dinning table on the left, and yes especially made from Italy. The kitchen is modern and clean and should stay that way or my mom would kill us both, you know me and Jonathan. Oh and there's a gym room down the hall.

You see, everyday after school, I went to the gym, which is my escape. I became stronger than some of my bullies, which didn't really matter anyways because after all the punches, kicks and slaps I've received, I never fought back. Why??? Because I don't want to destroy my record for never getting a single detention in my school career. And if I did fight back, the whole school will be against me. They will say I throw the first punch. I saw that happen on some geek. Poor guy.

I admit, there are times where I wanted to slap some bitch on the face but I controlled myself, telling myself, they're not worth it.

All the rooms were upstairs and they have their own bathroom, and thank mom and dad for giving me my own room or I would have to share or who knows, sleep in couch because no one wants a 'freak' in their room. I know what you're thinking, but my self-esteem went down hill after 4 years in hell.

Matthew will be sleeping with me as planned. Jonathan and Lauren are in his room. Danielle, Ashley and brad are in the guestrooms, separately. They're all 'independents' as they referred it.

It was late at night and Matthew was asleep. The 'gang' is out for the night. thank God. They went to some club few blocks away, I think, partying as usual.

It was 12:30 am when the front door opens, soft and slurring mutters were heard. I guess they're back, I thought sighing. when all of a sudden, I received a call from an unknown number. "Hello?" I answered carefully.

"Hey....uhh..Nicole. it's me Lauren." She said, her tone was so low I barely heard it.

I was confused. Why was she calling me when she was downstairs? And how did she get my number? I was on high alert right now. Something is wrong, I can feel it. "Why are you calling me, aren't you guys downstairs?" I questioned, feeling my heartbeat racing quickly. I stood and looked at my bedroom door.

"Damn it." I heard her say. "I need your help. I tried calling them but they won't answer." She paused. "The dickheads left me." She said irritated.

I felt relief wash over me because my expectations were wrong. but I was still on alarm. "Okay, I'm gonna talk to Jonathan about going back to get you." I said.

"Yeah, that would be great." She said quietly. I wave of silence hit us both. The tension was thick as the feeling on my chest kept getting heavier. "Nicole.........thanks." She said before she hung up without saying another word.