The War Is On

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I'm gonna burn him. I promised myself.

He will suffer so much. He will feel worse than everyhting that I've been through. He put me there. He was the one I trusted the most but he stabbed me in the back. My own brother, can you believe that? I know I wasn't purely innocent but he was supposed to keep me safe. Like he promised my father.

I looked at my wrist one more time. To see my melting ice tattoo. He will melt down like this.

I accelerated the car and turned up the volume of the radio more. My ears will probably bleed but I don't give a rat's ass about it. There's nothing important for me than to have revenge of my last 2 years.

I stopped the car instantly, making a loud shriek from the car and parked it skillfully. Well I'm telling "a car" but it wasn't just a car, it was a petrol blue Ferrari Enzo. Calling that beauty a car is actually an aspersion.

Every high school students turned around to find the cause of the noise. And they found me. At this point girls were glaring at me and boys were undressing me with their eyes. Well there wasn't many things to undress, really.

I was wearing a very short high-waist black skater skirt, a red stretch denim bralette and vintage overside denim jacket. I completed my bad(ass) girl look with black studded boots. I gotta say, I rocked that outfit.

Most of the people's mouths were hanging open to see someone new at their little town, who came in the middle of the semester but what mattered the most to me was the black-haired guy who was standing still with another two boys (and they were both very, I mean VERY freaking hot) and his arm was around a pretty blond girl.

His friends were staring at me too when I was coming near to them, but they actually realized the discomfort of their friend.

"Hello Nicholas, missed me?" I smiled, anyone who knew me, knew also that this smile meant to run for your life, but the unlicky people who didn't get the chance to know me, mostly confounded this with a friendly smile. Oh, no. I don't do friendly. I shuddered mentally at the thought. I shouldn't have been the fire, actually. I was supposed to be the ice, I was the cold, heartless bitch after all. He made me that way.

"A-Aprilynne?" he stuttered. Which was odd, it was nearly impossible to surprise him, or caught him defenceless. He really didn't expect me to come out of that hell, I guess.

"Oh honey you know I hate that weird name..." I grimaced quizzically.

"You know I hate being called Nicholas too." he said, apparently he was out of the shock to see me. "What are you doing here? How's that even possible?" he asked me after stopping for a second.

"There isn't anything impossible for me, you should know that already Snickers." I called him the way I used to when we were kids. He didn't like being called that either. I gotta admit, when I said this nickname I realized that I actually missed him. Even after all the things he'd done. I pushed those thoughts away. We weren't kids anymore and he wasn't my dear, protective and sweet older brother. Everything has changed, me, him...

"Did you get tats?" he asked, pulling up my wrist and examining the melting ice tattoo. "You hate tattoos."

"Well, I used to love you so apparently everything is turning upside-down." I smiled coldly. His friends gasped at the words, they probably knew that my brother doesn't do love. He's a player. I got that character from him, I guess. I wasn't that way beforehand actually. I was a sweet girl. As sweet as I can be, I thought.

"Dude, is she your ex? Even if she is you won't go Bro Code on me are you? She's hot." one of his friend said. I looked at him while raising one brow. He was actually pretty close to the main idea. I was hot. I don't mean physically, I'm not self-righteous. You know, I'm fire? Fire's hot... Get it? He winked at me, smirking. Gotta admit, he was smoking hot with his deep blue eyes, golden hairs, golden tan, well-built body. I was easily seeing his abs under his thight V-neck white shirt. I'm gonna call him Golden Boy. He was narrowing his eyes from the shining sun, which was making his eyes even more blue. God, he was hot.

Nick ignored him, staring at me intensely. "This tattoo has a funny story actually. It reminds me of you. You will be like that when I burn you. Melted down..." I dipped my fingers to his wrist while he was holding mine still. I thought about the fire, running through my veins. Focused on the little sparks under my skin and refocused them to my fingertips, to burn him a little. He flinched, looking at me angrily now.

"What's the matter Snickers? Uncomfortable there?"

"Abby, let go. Too many witnesses."

I narrowed my eyes when I heard the name he used to call me. "You don't get to call me that name anymore." and put a little more presure and flame on his wrist. You see, if I did half of this magic trick on some human, his arm would fell of probably. But it was just hurting him because he was a freak just like me. And just like 3 million people out there. Anyway, don't beat your brains out too much at the fact that a great part of the planet was full of weirdos who can burn and freeze things, make hurricanes, floods even earthquakes.

While we were staring at each other the blond girl said "What's happening? Who are you?" Was it just me, or she was jealous?

"Don't put your pretty little head of yours to it too much. I'm not his girlfriend honey. That'd be weird and ugly. Well Lannisters approve though..." I smiled.

Nick rolled his eyes. "You still make stupid jokes." his voice was amusing.

"And you still have debts to pay." I continued to make Game of Thrones references.

"I'm not a Lannister."

"Thank God." I replied. He smiled at my words this time. His friends were watching us with amused expressions too.

He became serious suddenly and looked me in the eyes. "To answer your question, I missed you, sister." Our little crowd stunned at his words. They didn't know he had a sister. Obvious prick.

I tensed up at his words. He. Can't. Say. That. To. Me. We're not family anymore, why doesn't he get that? Apparently we never were and obviously we never will. He screwed my life, what he did was unforgivable and I don't even have a little tolerant piece in me anyway. He can't miss me because he knew exactly what the costs of what he did.

"What? You have a sister now?" said Nick's other friend he had jet-black hair, deep chocolate brown eyes and he was muscled too with tanned skin. You got the part that he was epicly hot. "Mysterious Nick is mysterious." he muttered. And I'm calling him Sexy Beast.

Nick ignored Sexy Beast's comment. I chuckled at my brother humourlessly "Oh Nick... I almost believed you. I could've, if it wasn't the fact that I spend my years in a rotten hell."

He didn't have words to answer me. He knew I was right. I continued "If you insist that there's too many witnesses, you and me, tommorow, after school then."

"I'm not gonna fight you April and you know it."

"Oh what is it? Queen Elsa is scared of his little sister?" I mocked.

"Seriously? Is that all you got Katniss?" he smirked.

"Very fucking funny Jack the Frost. But I will laugh at you tomorrow when I mop your ass from the floor."

"Alicia Keys, you and me both know that I'm way better than you." he said making a reference to god-awful song Girl On Fire. He even made a custom ringtone for me.

"Fucking seriously? Okay you know what, I'm not even gonna argue with that... Anyways Snickers you could be right if it was 2 years ago. I can beat the crap out of you while knitting. Again, I spend my years in a rotten hell."

"It doesn't matter April, I'm not the same guy anymore. I will prove it to you and I won't fight with you."

"You will fight back after everything I'm gonna do to you, Nick Landon." I said, all tense atmosphere coming back again. Our relationship wasn't going to get better with a few jokes. It was irreparable. "I will burn you, crash you down. It's not just a little bit of spark tricks I made you there. You're gonna suffer. Big time. The war is on."