It's Not Meant To End (WayHaught Fanfic)

Chapter 2

"Hi!"

Nicole turned her head towards the familiar sweet voice that greeted her. Waverly.

Even though Nicole knew she was already dying, the brunette could still suck the life out from her. Waverly was just so breathtakingly beautiful and it would be stupid to deny that.

"Hey," Nicole managed to reply. Then she pushed her locker close and began to walk away. She knew what the brunette was up to, and the last thing the redhead needed was to add up more sins. Not that it would help her at some point once she's gone. But she still believed there's heaven and there's hell.

"So, I've talked to my friends...," Waverly began, as she walked beside the redhead. The smell of sweet vanilla infiltrated her nose. "And they promised they wouldn't bother you anymore as long as you wouldn't give them those I-am-gonna-kill-you looks-"

Nicole stopped on her tracks. "What? Why would you do that?"

Waverly smiled, the skin around her eyes creasing. It was a beautiful sight up close. "Like I said, I'm always here for you-"

"Waverly, you can't just meddle into someone's life like that. Now they probably think I'm suicidal when I am actually not," Nicole said. I don't want to die. Yet.

"Don't worry," Waverly whispered, leaning closer, the scent of vanilla getting stronger. "I didn't tell them anything about what you did last night. I promise."

"Look, Waverly...," Nicole stopped the brunette as she stepped back from her. "What you saw me do last night was not what you think I was doing-"

"And what? You just climb on bridges like that for pasttime?"

Nicole shouldn't explain anymore. She would never tell Waverly the truth. Because far too many who knew her condition, it would be far too difficult to let go.

Saved by the school bell, Nicole quickly dashed her way to her next class. It was now her goal to avoid the brunette.

~~~

"Tell me again.. Waverly? The Waverly Earp?" Jeremy asked for the third time, as if the first and second didn't register enough. They were in their school canteen, eating the bland food the school was serving. Today, they had chicken, a whole-grain roll and salad.

Jeremy Chetri had fair skin and black curls. He'd always wear his brown beanie to hide his hair. He always hated his hair. Jeremy was Nicole's best friend since grade school. They met at a school parking lot after Nicole found him kissing a boy from their Math class. Nicole knew then she could trust him with her sexuality and her condition.

"Yes, Jeremy, who else here is named Waverly?" Nicole answered, more than a whisper. The last thing she needed was for Waverly to know they have been talking about her. Nicole's eyes drifted towards the brunette's table. She was sitting with her friends. Cheerleaders, as apparent to the blue and white cheerleading uniform they were all wearing. Nicole couldn't help but feel strongly attracted on how sexy Waverly looked in her outfit. Her petite form and tanned muscular arms would always amaze the redhead to her innermost desires. Then their gazes met, and Nicole immediately looked down on her food. Beside her tray of food was the recently issued #1021 Detective Comics DC comic book Jeremy bought for her at Shorty's, a famed comic book store in Purgatory.

"Do you know how stupid you are? Why would you climb on a bridge like that? What if you really fell? You could have drowned," Jeremy snapped Nicole back to reality.

"I just... I don't know why... I just know I wasn't intending to kill myself," Nicole replied. Then she shared to Jeremy about yesterday's doctor appointment.

Jeremy's face fell as he gave the redhead's hand a soft squeeze. "Oh, Nic... I thought... I don't-"

"Jeremy, you don't have to say anything else. My life has already made its plan, way ahead of me. And I'm just in for the ride, I guess."

Jeremy licked his lips nervously then he slurped his juicebox. Nicole could tell he was thinking.

"So... when's the next chemo?"

The redhead only shrugged. It was still funny how her body was not yet ready for the treatment yet her fate was already sealed.

~~~

Nicole was heading to her next class when out of nowhere, a boy as tall as the redhead with blonde hair and chiseled face, cornered her by the lockers. He was hugging a basketball around his right arm.

"What do you want, Champ?" Nicole sneered, clutching tight on her backpack. She was ready to fight.

"I see you and Waverly are friends now," Champ said, sneaking odd glances from passersby.

Nicole furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "No, we're not... Did she say that?"

"Whatever, Haught. I just want to warn you. Whatever you have in mind, Waverly's not gonna like you that way. So you better stop your wild imagination and stay away from my girlfriend or else-"

"I thought you two broke up?"

Champ's face dropped immediately. "She's just confused. She didn't mean it..."

"Okay, but back on track. I wasn't pursuing her. In fact, you should be telling Waverly to stay away from me."

~~~

"I can give you a ride home," Waverly offered as Nicole headed for the school parking lot. The brunette had a way with her. Nicole admired that part of Waverly. She was persistent but she still managed to stay sweet and all. She was literally the nicest girl in Purgatory. She deserved a trophy for that, Nicole thought.

"No, thanks." Nicole passed by a group of jocks whispering and glaring at their direction. The redhead had now mastered the art of not giving a fuck.

"Just making sure-"

"That I won't do what you think I was doing yesterday? Waverly, I'm not suicidal. I'm far from being suicidal-"

Waverly sighed. "Nicole, being in denial is a symptom of depression-"

"Oh, god, I am not having this conversation right now," Nicole exclaimed as she continued to walk.

"Fine, then, do you want to go to tomorrow's dance with me instead?" Waverly asked. A small dance Purgatory High has set up before Valentine's Day.

Nicole only froze.