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scottyreed: this girl finally decides to come to school and shows up (late) in olaf pj's and doesn't pay attention in algebra. @nicolettejames
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jeff.atkins: i swear, idk how she's passing
monty: she's back? -elliotjames: our parents were tired of dealing with her after 2 weeks
nicolettejames: halloween is next week, leave me be
cheerstojess: i am going to attack her -hannahbanana: me 2
itsfoley: that's hot - comment deleted
tylerdphotography: glad she's back
ryanshaver: ugh still queen
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after algebra, scott walked me to my locker and then headed to his next class. i grabbed my chemistry binder as someone walked up next to me.
"nicolette," i heard and looked over, seeing tyler.
"hey," i said.
"i was wondering if i could get a picture of you for the year book, we're adding in a page full of people sleeping in class and in pajamas. we're calling it lazy day." he rambled. i shut my locker and opened my mouth to agree but someone pulled me from behind.
i squeaked as i turned and saw my brother. he dragged me down the hall and out to the mostly empty courtyard.
"are you fucking kidding me?" he asked.
"what?" i asked.
"bryce? he tried to push himself on you and you didn't tell me? again?"
"elliot i..."
"no nicolette." he said. "i'm your older brother and you have to trust me. you skip school and you skip varsity soccer practice. you tell people like monty but you don't tell me?"
"elliot." i said. "me skipping school wasn't about bryce."
a tear rolled down my face.
"and it's funny you make this about yourself." i shoved him. "it's funny that you, mom and dad just let me skip. you don't ask what's wrong with me. i'm afriad to tell you thing elliot, because i'm afriad of bryce. the only reason monty knew was because he was there. he was there when you weren't."
"nicolette..."
"no," i shook my head and pushed him again. "you're just as bad as the rest of my shit friends and we're fucking related. you've known me all sixteen years of my life and still can't tell when i'm upset."
"i fucking hate you." i shook my head. "and i fucking hate this fucked up school. i'm not coming back."
i walked around him and went straight to my car. i threw the binders in my arms to the backseat, allowing papers to fly everywhere. i saw one with the familiar baseball and heart. i reached over and grabbing it.
"love is a two way street but yours is currently under construction." it read.
"fuck you." i ripped it. "you fucking coward. you asshole."
i threw the scraps out the window and took off out of the parking lot. my phone began blowing up with texts and calls. i grabbed it from the passenger seat and chucked it out the window.
