{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

thirty'four

Norah;

Stupid Nichols. Stupid spying green eyes. Stupid ears. Stupid…him.

"Aren't you meant to be in class?" I inquired tonelessly, my gaze never leaving the crack in the school's linoleum hallway floor.

We'd been sitting in silence for the past two minutes, my eyes focusing on that very same stupid crack in the stupid school linoleum floor of the hall.

After I'd said, no, I didn't want to talk about it, Nichols became resolutely silent, breaking it only when he bothered to answer my question.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Nichols turn to me, a smirk dancing on his stupid lips.

"Bathroom. Aren't you meant to be in class, doing what nerds do?" he questioned back.

"So not in the mood." I bit out at him.

I heard shuffling and tore my eyes away from the crack to peer up at Nichols who was now standing up and brushing off his (probable) expensive designer jeans, extending a hand towards me.

"Come on." he said and I just raised my eyebrows at him in a 'yeah, sure, like I'll do what you want, listen to what you're saying, blah, blah, blah…' sort of way.

He sighed heavily.

"Get up, Parker." he growled and I shrugged, pushing myself off the ground and wall.

"I'm up now. Happy?" I said before turning and stalking off in the direction of my class. 5 more minutes left, judging by the clock in the corridor.

I suddenly felt a strong grip wrap around my wrist, stopping me from walking any further. I whirled around to see Nichols trying to drag me the opposite way. I dug my heels into the ground, staring resolutely up at him and refusing to move.

After attempting to move me and failing, he gave up and just turned to me, his dark green eyes steely as they urged me to move.

"No." I said and started to turn around again but found I couldn't thanks to Nichols' inhumanely strong grip on my wrist.

"Come. On." he spat out through gritted teeth.

I know I was being difficult and I knew Nichols had heard it all, judging by what he asked me earlier.

"We have to talk, you know. I know you don't want to but we have to." he told me, his eyes growing darker and darker.

I finally gave in, glancing at the clock to see that there was only 1 minute left.

"Fine."

"I can't believe this. I'm skipping class now to talk to you. I don't know WHAT I was thinking!" I ranted, stopping to glare furiously at Nichols.

I know, my fault, I was the one who agreed to come along but still.

I stamped my foot indignantly, frowning at a glaring Nichols.

"Will you just shut up, Parker, about your stupid class skiving?" he growled, low and dangerous.

My eyes widened.

"I'm skiving!" I shouted out in horror and spotted Nichols rolling his eyes and sighing.

I continued to rant on about him dragging me off and me skiving off of lessons and after a little while until I felt exhausted and fell back into my seat, looking at Nichols who was staring at the clock.

A few seconds of silence passed…

"You done?" he asked and I nodded my head wordlessly.

Boy, it felt good to get all that ranting out.