No Strings Attached

Chapter One

Van Buren high school. A place where dreams you made when you were seven come to die. Half of the people here are complete asshole who won't even let you cross the street on the way home without throwing something at you.

My name is Nicole. Nicole Jeska. Everyone calls me Nicky. I'm a junior at this dump and I'm seventeen years old. I live in Seattle. My birthday is April 28th and my shoe size is 6.

There's only three things worth knowing when you come to this school:

Eat lunch in the bathroom.

Don't talk to anyone who looks like they get high out of their mind.

Buddy system is a must.

Walking through the hallways to go to your first period class as a freshman is scary as fuck. All the upperclassmen play pranks on you and bully you until you can't take it anymore. It kind of sucks but you get used to it.

I'm on my way to my third period class, algebra 2. I guess I was okay at alegbra you know, until they through in the letters.

Let's just say I suck at math.

I sit next to my best friend, Kathy Griffin. She is honest to god the prettiest girl I know. Her hair is like the ocean, blue-green with a hint of purple. She dyed it to match her dad's eyes. Her eyes are a light brown, kind of like the chocolate chips you get in whole grain cookies. And her body, holy shit her body. She has the hourglass figure of a goddess. Her boobs are the perfect 34C and her hips are a size 5. Her belly is peirced along with her nose and eyebrow.

"Did you do the homework?" She says, whispering to me.

"Do I ever do the homework?" I respond, a light smirk dancing across my face. Her eyes closed after she finished rolling them. I was kind of a lost cause.

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I walked out the doors of this hell hole and started to go home. My mom picked me up today so I wouldn't have to endure the constant egg tossing at my face.

My mom is also the only person who knows about the talent I guess you could call it. I can make a match in heaven. Just, not by asking you fifty questions and seeing who you have the most in common with. I can see a small red thread, connecting two people together. Those people are soul mates. Part of the reason my mother brings home so many men is because she likes the thrill of not being tied down, and because we can not seem to find the other end of her thread.

I've known Kathy's match since fourth grade. Jacob Lutz. She was never really all that attracted to him and he just overlooked her. I don't know how they were meant to be together but they were.

Everyone's thread comes along at different times. Mine, mine has never come. I don't think it ever will. My little brother, Carden, he's only 4, and he his thread has been with him since he was 2.

My other sister Britney has had her thread since she was 13, shes 21 now.

I never really questioned why I got stuck with this talent. I just got it. I'm glad too.

I can tell when someones relationship isn't right for them, and I try to tell them at suttle at possible.

When me and mom got home, I immediately went to look at what food we had.

Rice cakes, yogurt, whole grain oats.

My mom never really got junk food because she doesn't want us all to be fat fucks, even though she'll never say that.

"Nicky, I have a date tonight. His name is Roger and I will be bringing home back home after for you to meet him. I would love if you would watch Carden for the night, please. " My mother turned around from cutting carrots and said to me in a tone that made me question if she was really going out tonight or not.

"Yeah, mom, sure." I say in the same tone.

I grabbed a rice cake and headed up to my room. The walls were a light blue color, kind of like the sky when you first wake up. One wall was covered in posters of my favorite bands, Nirvana, Blink-182,Guns and Roses, and Megadeath.

My bedspread was green and purple, ultimately my two favorite colors. I had a vanity and that was white and held the two mascaras and three eyeliners i owned and my dresser wasn't anything special, just a dark wood with gold handles.

My favorite thing in my room was my desk, the same color as my dresser but on top was my laptop. I saved ever penny I got just to buy this.  I didn't ask my mom partly because I knew she wouldn't buy it and because we were already scrambling for money.

It was a dark purple with a few stickers on it, vans and converse. I usually went on it to write stories or to video chat with Kathy, but other than that I guess I didn't really use it.

I sat on the edge on my bed and took a bite out of my rice cake.  I hate these, honestly, but it's the only thing my stomach can handle right after school.