Polar Opposites

Chapter 5

I walk inside, leaving Niall to come in shortly after me.
"I need the car tomorrow." I tell him, as me and Lou are going to get stuff for a project we have coming up.

"Too bad I'm using it" he doesn't hesitate to look at me as he says it, keeping his eyes on his phone and continuing to text. I stand there, waiting for him to look at me, he doesn't.

I snatch his phone, causing him to jolt standing and swat at me, attempting to grab his phone.

"Fuck Nicole give me my phone! Can't you stop being a bitch for 5 seconds!" My temper rises, as I shove the phone down my shirt. His blue eyes fill with anger.

"Don't think I won't fucking grab that, not like you have anything there!" He jabs at anything he can with me. My boob size, how ugly I am, how I'm a bitch. It's always something.

"Can you not be an asshole! You always have the car, always! And you want the house this weekend. I don't ever argue you with you Niall, I never argue when Mom defends you, when mom pays for all your hockey shit while every dime I make I save for my necessities. Can you ever just consider me a little bit and give me a fucking break!" He pushes his chair, the wood to slam against the tile floor. He pushes me, causing my body to hit the wall. His eyes go big, realizing what he does. His eyes become soft, but he still speaks with anger.

"Just give me my fucking phone or I'll get it myself." I didn't realize I was crying, as I reach my phone down my shirt and hand him his phone, him snatching it from my hand.

"Harry was right when he said you were a bitch. No one fucking likes you Nicole, the most you have going for you is being a fucking nerd, your a loser." He turns away, and my anger becomes too much.

"Yeah, well I rather be a nerd than on my way to becoming a fuck up like a dad!" My hands go to my mouth, as I can't believe I brought my father into this argument. He stares at me, and just shakes his head, laughing while he does.

"I rather be a drunk the rest of my life than be alone like him." He walks the stairs to his bedroom, slamming it shut to make a last statement.

I wipe my tears away, in disbelief my brother, my twin, could hate me as much as he does.

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Thursday'a classes pass by. Niall hasn't spoken to me, causing me to assume I have to take the bus.
I don't see Harry today, assuming he didn't show up to school. Yesterday's study session went well for the most part, and I hope it'll go just as well tomorrow.

Lou walks with me home, but we stay silent.

"Do you want me to stay over tomorrow night? My mom has the night off." I nod, something he does quite often. I got an air mattress from him one Christmas, pretty much buying his own bed for my place.

"Is he throwing a party?" He speaks of Niall.

"Probably, God forbid he has anything better to do." Me and Lou have never partied, as we've always been content with it being just us. I continue to walk, making it obvious I really don't want to talk.

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I lay in bed that night, reflecting on everything. Most articles I read and movies I see, how show close twins are. What happened with me? Us?

I hear my phone vibrate, and assume it's Louis. I look at the screen, and see a number I don't recognize.

*no library tomorrow, party at your place, I'll drive you home.*

I assume it's from Harry, since no one else would be meeting me there. I ignore my thoughts on how he got my number, and reply.

*ill walk home. Meet me here at 3:15*

I don't want to be driven home by him, i don't even know him. I cringe at the thought of him coming to my house, most importantly my room. It's outdated, still covered in teen posters and bright colors. I decide well stay down stairs.

I put my headphones in, allowing myself to drift off to the sound of music and my glasses still on my face.

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"What's your rush to get home?" Lou is feet behind me, as I speed walk to get to the house before Niall does. Harry will be over in half hour, and I've put up a good act showing how much i dread him coming over to Lou.

"Niall'a going to be home! I need to make sure the house is clean!"

He walks up to his house, not bothering to tell me he'd be inside. I told him to come over around 5, once I'm done tutoring and before the party starts.

I reach my house 5 minutes later, and not a single car is in my drive way. I hurry inside, grabbing one of the chocolate cookies I made off the counter and hurrying to the bathroom, letting go of the pee I've been holding for what seems forever.

I sit at the table, taking my books out and looking over my planner, seeing all my assignments due for the month as well as Harry's. I take my tutoring seriously, and want my students to do as well as I do.

I look at the clock, and realize it's already 3:30. Maybe he's running late?

When 4 o'clock hits, I know he's not late.

He ditched me.