Never Shout Never!

Can't Stand It

"Nicholas.. this has to be the thousandth time I've asked you to get up. Now get up!" I was just about in the coolest dream ever until I woke up. Damn. Why was school even invented? Let alone in the freaking morning. I got up from my warm cozy bed, stumbling a bit.

 I hopped into the shower and got out and brushed my teeth. I wore my ripped up jeans and a white tank top with a big yellow smiley face on it with a pair of yellow Vans. Yeah, I dress colorful. I ran downstairs and found my mom sitting at the counter,reading. When she looked up, I noticed that her lip was a little swollen. I opened my mouth out wide and before I could respond, she answered my question.  

 "Before you start freaking out like a maniac, I tripped over a pair of your stupid Vans and busted my lip. Next time sweetie, make sure you don't leave them in the floor, got it?" Shizz. She gave me the mom stare. I nodded my head quickly and forced a guilty look on my face. Damn, when can I not mess up?

"Nicholas, I know you don't care and you wanna laugh, so wipe off that sad look you have. It makes you look like a dog." Well. That was insulting. My mom wasn't really ordinary. I remember three years ago, my grandma took her to the doctors to get tested because she thought she was a little... Cuckoo. She's a house wife, what does she expect? She's a best friend to me. It's like I could tell her anything. We were like a spitting image compared to each other. I had her long dark hair, and light brown eyes. She was Dutch, African American, and Iris,  while my dad is Irish and Italian. We're just a tad bit diverse. I was gifted in the boob department, which is definitely a plus. Unlike my mom, who has smaller bras than I do.

I heard Vinny honk outside, and I grabbed a Poptart and ran out the door. I got into his car as he kissed me roughly on the lips and playfully growled. He's crazy too. 

 "So, I heard there's a new kid today. He's in our grade." I smiled, nodding my head. Our school wasn't really home to a lot of new kids that often. No offense, but Missouri is pretty boring, and I can't wait until I go off to college and pursue my dreams as a.. a.. An um.. Well I haven't thought about that yet. Senior year isn't over just yet. Vincent keeps my spirits up to get me through the year. Not only is he my boyfriend, but he's my first love. Cheesy? I know, get over it. I love his 6 foot frame towers over me, and how his green eyes glow every time I kiss him. Or maybe it's his dark brown hair that's always in his face. Gosh, he's so perfect. He's also on the lacrosse team too. I know, most hot guys play football, but I don't think he likes the game.

We pulled up in front of the school and soon, Vinny's friends all started gathering around him. He gave me a peck on the lips and I ran off to my locker. I couldn't help but notice a boy that I never seen before, struggle to open the locker that was three lockers down from mine. So this must be the new kid. He muttered a 'fuck' as he sighed and tried to pry it open. I opened up my locker and pulled out the books I needed for my next three classes. I closed the locker softly and walked over to the mystery boy. I wrapped my hand gently around his and he jumped in shock. I moved his hand away and smiled warmly at him before replacing his hand with mine on the lock.

"What's your combination?"

Uh, 21-35-45." I put the combination in and within seconds, it was open.

"Thanks. What's your name? I'm Christofer."

"Nicholas. But everybody calls me Nick."