Beautiful Nightmare

Chapter 17

I was already walking on my way to school. Damn I was depressed. I'm grounded and I can't go out anywhere at all. As soon as I was away from the house, I heard a car coming. Of course. It was Austin. It had to be him. Okay, this is it. I just have to ignore him and make him feel like he's done something back. If he wants to win me back, he has to do it the hard way.

The car pulled up in front of me, and sure enought, it was him. I tried not to look at him directly, but I could see from the corner if my eyes that he was smirking at me and said, "hey babe. Ready to go? Hop in." I pretended as if he was air and continued walking.

I moves his car more towards me and said, "yo! Nikki! Cmon, get in!" Damn, it was so hard to just ignore because he was constantly on my ass. He got out of the car looking furious and slapped me across the face. "What the hell was that for?!", I screamed as I covered my face with my hand.

"Cut that crap Nikki, you know what you're doing! you're ignoring me for absolutely no reason at all! now get in the damn car!" I gave him a dirty look and said, "hell no." he came closer to me and grabbed my jaw with his hand. "What did you just say?" He let go and slapped me again, only this time, harder.

"Get you hands away from me! I'm done with you! You're no good to me! All you do is treat me like shit and use me as your little slut! Well you know what?! I'm done! I'm tired of all this! Get away from me!" I pushed him away from me fiercely and walked fast towards the school.

I could still see him from the corner if my eye, looking at me walking fast. I heard him call my name once, but I ignored and continued walking. Phase one was completed. Now phase two, playing hard to get, was in session. A guy has to realize that not every girl is a slut and they deserve respect.

I felt 2 tears trickle down my cheek. I just wanted him to hold me in his arms. Now I don't know what to do, except cry over him. But, this was the only way for him to realize that I'm not just a little bitch he can play around with whenever he wants. But it's so hard to pretend that I hate him and that I've moved in from everything that has happened so far. Rosalie thinks that I told her the truth last night, when I really didn't mean a word I said. What will she think when she finds out the truth?