{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

ten

After they had woken me up, Braden had stomped off to his room in a foul mood.

Me and Norah just looked at each other.

Then, Norah rolled her eyes and stuffed her books angrily into her backpack.

"Take it easy, stuff anymore and you'll rip it." I observed. Norah let out an exasperated breath.

"Tutoring at my place tomorrow. Biology."

Then, she left.

I muttered a wide variety of curses under my breath as I swerved to avoid another crazy guy who seemed to be running for his life.

"Watch it!" I hollered at him.

"Piss off!" he replied. I rolled my eyes.

Smartass.

I was in such a foul mood. Luckily, my hangover had been cured the next day, it had been a three weeks already since that incident.

The tutoring sessions between Norah and I seemed almost normal. We fought still, arguing and shouting a lot but I guess it was okay.

She was still an ice-bitch though.

Braden had been acting weirder and weirder. On our tutoring sessions, he would ALWAYS be hanging somewhere around our dorm, in his room…anywhere really.

Most times he would sit in our tutoring session with his latest slutty girlfriend, Stella. And make-out. Grossing me to no ends. Norah too, I would imagine.

Sometimes, he would join in me and Norah's little fights, always picking a side.

And the side he nearly always picked was Norah's.

I think his stalker is driving him crazy, I feel for him, I really do.

I felt my cheeks heat up, surprisingly, as I the sudden memory of how I'd taken my shirt off back then, proffering myself to Norah.

I had tried to rid myself of that memory for days but it still kept coming back. I winced as I thought about it over and over again. I felt my cheeks begin to blush-

Stop! Right there!

Dante Nichols does NOT blush. Nuh-uh. No way.

I forced myself to think about the mission I was on. Or, errand really. My Math teacher sent me to the Principal's office with a gigantic stack of papers.

Jesus.

So, here I was, manoeuvring around wildly running guys, avoiding crazy girls and trying very hard to keep my balance with a stack of heavy papers in my arms...

CRASH!

I felt myself bump into something. The secure hold I was carrying the papers with, dissolved, and I felt them falling out of my grip, fluttering to the ground. I, of course, followed less gracefully.

I was on my back, staring into hazel eyes, distinct specks of green hidden inside them and occasional flecks of a liquid amber.

Norah.

My eyes narrowed angrily and she scowled at me.

"Ew, it's Nichols." she said, getting up off of me.

"Ew, it's Parker." I replied, annoyance laced in my voice once I realized I had to pick up all these papers.

We had taken to calling each other our last names most times. Only when we were definitely mad that we called each other by our first names.

I began gathering papers, grumbling furiously to myself mostly about Norah.

"Does she not have eyes? Can't she see where she's going? God, fat ass. Takes up the whole damn corridor…"

I felt a swift kick being delivered to my side and was back on the floor. I seethed angrily.

"What is your problem?" I asked her.

She glared angrily at me, folding her arms.

She was wearing another sweater and baggy jeans, her hair tied up in a boring ponytail. Why doesn't she just let it loose and all? It would look way better at least.

Jeez, she really doesn't have any shape at all.

"For your information, Nichols, I do have eyes. You're the one who's blind. I wasn't even walking and finally, I do not take up the whole corridor. I was going to help you but thanks to your insults, you can fend for yourself." and she stalked off at that. I hissed angrily at her, calling her as many colorful words I could find, in my head.

Bitch.

I spent ages tidying up the papers, no help whatsoever. I growled angrily, hissing at anyone who dared to approach me. I was in a bad mood so…beware.

I finally managed to reach the Principal's office, setting all the papers in their (hopefully) right order.

The secretary scowled at me. I ignored her, bitch.

Norah's a bitch.

The secretary's a bitch.

The whole world's a bitch to me.

"Dante! I need help, man. Jesus, do I ever need help! You gotta help me, man!" Braden immediately attacked me with his desperate pleas as soon as I stepped through the door of the dorm. I was taken aback. Braden hardly ever asks for my help, only with studying but even then he doesn't ask me much. It's normally me asking him to help me.

Even now, I don't think it's his studies that he has problems with.

"What, dude? I'm tired and seriously pissed off, this better be good." I told him tiredly, running a hand through my raven-haired locks.

Braden sunk down onto the sofa, me following.

"Okay, here goes. I was going to dance around for a bit but now I just have to tell you straight out."

"God, what is it, man?"

"I've broken up with Stella." he rushed out quickly.

Girl troubles.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"So? What's the problem in that? Unless you want to get back together with her but you're the expert at that. Why would you want to get back with her? Why did you even GET with her in the first place? Whiny, screechy, easy lay. Ugh, no challenge there. I don't know how you put up with her for a week. I wouldn't be able to put up with her for a second. Forget about her, that's my advice. Done? Great." I finished, pushing myself off the couch only to be dragged down again by Braden.

He scowled at me.

"Stop being an idiot, no it's got nothing to do with Stella."

"Then what? Is it your stalker girl?""

Braden looked very confused now.

"Stalker girl? I don't have a stalker girl."

"Really? Then please tell me the reason behind your freakish behaviour. And you know what I'm talking about." I told him, straight to the point.

He sighed heavily before turning to look at me. He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off.

"You're not gay, are you?" I asked him suspiciously, my eyes narrowing.

He gaped at me.

"Hell, no!"

"Good. Continue."

He fidgeted, looking nervous before letting out a frustrated breath and looking me in the eyes. No avoiding.

He took a deep breath.

"I think I really like Norah."