Nick's Trouble

Nobody

Chapter Nine - Nobody

Caroline

"Wake up! Wake up!"

I peeked my eyes open to find Rebekah jumping around in excitement, rummaging through her closet to find the perfect outfit.

"It's Whiskers day," she squealed.

I groaned and slammed the pillow on my face to shield my eyes from the sunlight only to have Rebekah snatch it away and grin down at me.

"Wake up, sleepyhead. We have to find you a cute outfit." She rubbed her hands in excitement.

"Why?" I let out a cry.

She deadpanned, "You'll be at the kissing booth."

I thought for a moment. "Is it possible that we could switch stalls? I would love to volunteer with the games and it makes more sense for you to be at the kissing booth. As for me, I'm not even sure dudes will show up to kiss me. Let alone pay for it."

"No. There's no way we're switching, even if we could." She frowned. "And people will show up. You'll see."

"Sure." Rolling my eyes, I got out of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, I stepped out in a pair of denims and a plain black t-shirt.

Rebekah scrunched her nose up in disapproval.

"What part of cute outfit did you not understand?" Her hands went up to her hips.

"Calm down, woman. I'm going to the coffee shop right now."

"Oh." She nodded. "But make sure you're back before 1 p.m."

I gave her a little salute and walked out of the dorm.

Thankfully, the coffee shop wasn't very crowded and Cathy the Cashy had her shift in the evening, hence no trouble.

Speaking of trouble, I was still furious about yesterday's events when she bumped into me on purpose, causing me to drop the coffee mug.

Unfortunately for me, the stupid manager started scolding me and before I could tell him that it wasn't my fault...Nick Sinclair cut in.

Nick Sinclair.

Just what the hell was he doing here yesterday?

And why would he pay for the loss, when the fault was mine? What was he trying to prove?

And the things that happened outside the coffee shop. Was he going to kiss me? My heart skipped a beat at the mere thought.

Shaking my head, I cleaned the counter and once my shift was over, I walked back to the dorm.

Rebekah was still standing in front of her closet, only now her hair was pulled up in a messy bun as she ran her fingers through her clothes in frustration.

"It's over," she said when she had noticed me standing at the door.

"It's all over." I could see the panic in her eyes. "I have nothing to wear."

I eyed the fancy clothes, half of them cascading out of her closet because the humongous space wasn't enough to store them all.

"It's okay, Rebs. If there's anything I can do to help—"

"You will?" Her eyes lit up.

"Uh, yeah, of course." I nodded.

She suddenly sprinted in my direction, dragged me inside the room and seated me on the edge of her bed.