let me help you ; prettymuch fanfiction

chapter five

nick's pov

it's like i became naomi when zion broke her heart, except no one visited me and i actually went to school.

i decided to fulfill my bad boy role and started acting up, it made me feel alive.

the clique that i managed to join were a bunch dickheads, like me i guess?

i see naomi and zion together now in the hallway, a little too touchy to my liking.

"hey, you dirty squirty." someone says from behind me.

please don't be caitlynn.

please don't be caitlynn.

please don't be caitlynn

i look behind me and just as i suspected, it's her.

"get your head out of your ass and talk to naomi already." she huffs, and hands me a stick of bubblegum.

i snatch the gum and throw it in my mouth, hands traveling down to my pockets, "what the fuck? shouldn't you be saying that shit to naomi?"

"yup yup yup, she's pretty stubborn." she sticks her fingers in her backpack and pulls out her phone, "don't make me text her."

just as she's about to go in her contacts, a freshman smacks her phone out of her hands.

"tough luck, amirite?" i snicker at her, and the group of freshman rile up around her.

"you for real gonna go that far?" she sighs while picking her phone up, "well, i tried. i'll ask naomi to invite you to her future wedding with zion. chow!-"

"listen crazy rich asian, i'll go talk to her if you shut the fuck up." (a/n i haven't seen crazy rich asians lmao)

"damn you duck, fine." she flips her hair while turning on her heels, and approaches naomi and zion.

i groan and follow after her, running my fingers through my hair as i do so.

zion and naomi both stop laughing once their eyes are settled on me and i glare at both of them.

"how's it going, nick?" zion says awkwardly, trying to strike up a conversation.

i shrug and lean against the lockers near me, crossing my arms and staring at both of them, "what's it to you? im sure you wouldn't care about my well-being, intolerable shit."

"calm down, nick. let's just talk, all three of us." naomi says hesitantly.

i stare at her unresponsive and furrow my eyebrows when zion shifts in front of her protectively.

no one's pov

"what are you doing?" nick snarls at zion and pushes himself off of the lockers.

zion rolls his eyes, "what are you doing?"

caitlynn blows a bubble from her gum and throws the gum wrapper at zion's forehead, "listen buddy, i only brought him to talk with you guys. not to fight with your 'nick is the bad guy' looking face. to be honest, i think both you and naomi are at fault. like, how the fuck do you think a dude will react to a girl he likes kissing his friend? forgive her because she's too fucking indecisive?- wait, maybe that's too far, but yall need to talk. like for real." after her mini speech, caitlynn walks off.

clearly annoyed, nick coughs and says, "meet me after school," he glares at zion and starks away with one last remark, "you know where i'll be."

zion's pov

finally that little italian shit leaves. you think he'd get the hint and leave both me and naomi alone, but no.

it's always like this, hence the reason we were friends.

were.

i turn to naomi, "do you really wanna talk with him? we can always ditch him, who cares if we waste his time."

"we can't just do that, zion. he confronted us about this... mess. we should take his offer and try to fix it. and this is so mean, to do this to nick i mean," she jostled her checkered backpack more against her shoulder and held her books closely to her chest, leaning more towards me, "this isn't worth the fight."

i lean in even closer to her, "he isn't worth the fight, and you're only saying this because you probably still have 'feelings' for him."

she scoffs and turns away, heading in the direction caitlynn went, "whatever zion, think whatever you want. we just got over our problem and now we're building another one, just tell me where you guys are meeting up and i'll talk to him."