Chapter Four
2010
Springdale, Utah
The sound of the alarm blared, permeating throughout the bedroom. Nicholas groaned, slamming down on the off button as he tried to block out the sound by hiding under his pillow. He argued with himself, asking for five more minutes which soon became ten, then and hour
Nicholas, sound asleep in bed, suddenly woke up at the sound of his cell phone. He scratched his neck, his eyes squinting as they met the sun's rays from the crack of the blinds. His voice groggy, he groaned into his phone, "Hello?"
Within a second, Nick's two mocha orbs widened, the sleep that weighed his eyelids down a minute ago, gone. He shut the phone and quickly got up from bed, cursing under his bed. He tousled his curly locks, running through them roughly then slipped into his jeans. His feet shifting across the floor covered in a blanket of clothes, he skillfully wore a plaid shirt, fastening all the buttons. Heaving a heavy sigh, he trudged into the bathroom, pouring himself a large glass of mouthwash. With one swift whisk, Nick gurgled the whole glass of mouthwash in his mouth, the alcohol in it stinging his taste buds. After a minute, he gladly spit the liquid into the sink and breathed in, the minty fresh air entering his body.
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Nicholas parked his car into the empty parking spot that seemed to be waiting for him. The strap of his backpack loosely hanging off of his shoulder, Nick's tattered converses swept across the parking lot and into the school building. Nonchalantly, he handed in a note into the attendance office, excusing himself into third period. It was good to be a senior. It was good to be eighteen.
Knocking gently on the door, Nick entered the class, handing his teacher his pass. With a sigh, he made his way over to his seat, in the back of the room, next to his friend.
"I'm glad you decided to join us, Mr. Jonas." Mr. Sheppard said, sarcastically, throwing the pass into the trashcan.
"Always a pleasure to attend your riveting literature class," Nick said back sarcastically, a smirk crawling over his mischievous face.
Mr. Sheppard merely rolled his eyes and continued to teach, rambling on about A Midsummer Night's Dream and his admiration for Shakespeare.
"Dude, thanks for calling me this morning," Nick chuckled, patting his friend, Nathan, on the back lightly. "If you didn't call, I would've probably slept through the whole day. I owe you one,"
"Damn right, you owe me one." Nathan joked, leaning back into his chair as he stretched his arms out. "So, I talked to Naomishe says you've been ignoring her calls and texts. Did something happen-"
Nick rolled his eyes, pulling out his notebook from his backpack, "I'm done with her,"
Nathan scoffed, "That's what you said last time, Nick. Make up your damn mind,"
"Why? So you can go after her?" Nick raised his eyebrows, the corners of his lips curling up into a smirk.
Brushing off the subject, Nathan asked, "Are you coming to my party tonight?"
Nick shrugged, scribbling down the notes Mr. Sheppard wrote on the chalkboard, "I probably could, but who knows?"
"Free beer."
"I'll be there." Nick said immediately after, his eyes swirling with mischief and trouble as a devious smirk plastered across his face.
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