An innocent childhood friend that hides his intensely possessive tendencies and his equally unstable older brother with no sense of boundaries.
Dominic and Jake Truven are both troubled teens that have their sights set on their family friend, Nicol...
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--Nicolette--
The next morning back in school was just as miserable as yesterdays.
I strolled up to my locker - which was now fashioned with a brand new lock and brand new code for safety precautions - with all the confidence that a repeat of yesterday was impossible. And, with this new lock, it was in fact, impossible to get into my locker.
However, my eyebrow twitched when I stood upon the absolute abuse my lock has had faced in the span of one night.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," I breathed out in tepid exasperation, feeling my temper rise already so early in the morning. I clasped my hand around the giant clunk of identical locks all linked onto mine and squeezed it in festering irritation. Could they not leave me alone for one day? I sluggishly dropped my school bag onto the ground to take a closer inspection at the prank. There were about seven other locks attached to mine. Where did they even get this many locks? Well, I suppose, in a school as corrupt as this, it shouldn't be too hard.
I slipped my grip off the locks, feeling my anger dissipate into unenergetic dullness. Was it those cheerleader girls again? Well, it could be anyone at this point, considering how ruthless the people in this school are when it comes to bullying. I seriously didn't have the energy for this...
"Oh? What this?" A demeaning, squeaky voice sneered from my left. I glanced over, picking up on a distinct pair of short, blonde braids full of bobby pins, first. There was only one girl I knew that had that hairstyle. Her merciless green eyes narrowed down mischievously at me as she stood proud with her short stature, hands clasped firmly on her hips. A cruel grin pinched onto the corners of her dainty lips before she spoke again. "Looks like a bit of a key-lamity you've run into there, freshie," Paige Clark jeered, cackling hysterically afterwards at her cheesy pun. I stared, lifelessly. She was clad in her cheerleading uniform, probably here straight after morning practise. Good to know she was so eager to see my misfortune. Paige arched over and slapped Lynn - whose presence I didn't even notice until now - on the back. The hit didn't faze Lynn and barely did anything to take her unrelenting focus off her phone. She wasn't even looking up - why was she even here?
"Are you the one who set up the prank yesterday as well? Is this meant to be your quirky, new way around me getting a new lock?" I droned, unimpressed and intolerant of this petty prank after the shit storm I had to go through last night. They couldn't at least wait a day for me to not be in such a crappy mood?
Paige snorted, quietening her laughter down at my query. Her gaze was condescending. "As much as I would've liked to, unfortunately, someone else got to mess with you first," Paige sulked, sighing in disappointment. "They even had the fucking balls to hide behind our name - the cheerleading squad's name - like a little pussy," she cursed out, sourly. Confusion snapped within me but my face remained unmoved. So, the cheerleading team wasn't behind yesterday's prank? It was someone using their name, huh?
