We the Boys

[Chapter 1]I'm not Nicholas Weak

Warning: May have some offensive jokes. Please read but at your own risk. Thank you.

[Author's Note: I don't really like dragging on AN's like that but I just felt like it's necessary since it's the first chapter. Thank you for reading my book. Please comment and tell me how you feel about We The Boys. Enjoy!]

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All we truly need is a moment. Just one. Not two. Not three. Just one for you to realize what you actually deserve. In my case, many would argue that I, Nicholas Strong, might have had many of those 'one moments' in the lifeline of my relationship with Jess, but I see the best in people. Sometimes just a little too much, that I almost get blinded from the truth. Just completely blinded from my moment. But it came.

Truthfully, I should've expected it. After all, Jessica has been making it clear that she was up to something. My parents grew me up to trust the person that I'm dating but I guess I had the fairytale syndrome:

Fairytale Syndrome (n): The belief that it's possible to have the perfect relationship with a partner.

And for a while, we did have the perfect relationship ever. It was almost as if fate had put us together. Jessica was my soulmate. However, fate might've brought Jessica to me, but I was nothing but a chance for her. Jessica may have been my soulmate, but the hurtful truth is that I wasn't Jessica's. For a while, it was hard for me to fathom all of that. Because our relationship went on, and because I wanted everything to stay the same. Because I couldn't think of a life without Jessica since I had grown so use to her, I ignored it. I ignored it all.

I ignored all changes she went through. Jessica became a horrible person, and she was proud of it. Jessica antagonized me and I let her do it. All because I loved her. Obviously, I loved her more than I loved my sanity.

She was driving me insane, and I had to put a stop to it.

So, the day came and I was casually walking home to our apartment. It was a beautiful morning if you ask me. Jessica had sent me out for some milk, and I did just that. I went out and bought milk for her, and a couple of other things. It took me maybe an hour because I don't own a car. Just a bike. I biked all the way to the supermarket, had to put up with the hot sun and the moving cars. All for Jessica.

And, so when I walked up the stairs and opened the door, I was already frustrated as shit. With her. With myself. And with the fact that it was ninety degrees, and I would've still had my car if I didn't have to sell it to help Jessica. I would still be able to own a car if Jessica didn't get me fired from my job.

On my way up the stairs to the fourth floor, a door swings open. I try to make it up the stairs fast enough but I'm already caught by my least favorite person located on the second floor: Gabe. I hated Gabe. He was cocky. He was arrogant, and he smelled like cinnamon. I liked Cinnamon, on my buns, but not on him because I hated him.

"Where are you going Nicholas Weak?" Gabe laughs at his own joke. That was very original of him. Not. Think I've been hearing that since elementary school. Matter fact, earlier than that. From my mom who often reminded me that I was weaker than my brother, Norman.

I turn around and there Gabe is leaning against his doorframe with his fake golden tan, six packs, and tossed hair. He wasn't all that special. "You're not that special."

"You're not that special." He mocks, "I am special. You want to know why?"

The bottles of milk in my hands are starting to weigh a ton. All I want to do is run upstairs, and sit by the air conditioner, but here Gabe was stopping me for no apparent reasons. A sigh escapes my mouth, "Not really, but I really got a hunch that you're going to tell me anyways."