It's Not Meant To End (WayHaught Fanfic)

Chapter 3

"You're kidding, right?" Nicole asked, her eyes widening on Waverly's proposal. She had never been this kind of shock before since her ex-girlfriend Shae had sent her a half naked picture to her phone.

"No, I'm not, do I look like I'm joking?" Waverly instantly replied. Nicole had no plans to go to a dance or to any dance at all. Hell, she didn't even attend her last junior prom, amidst Shae's protests. They had now reached the post where Nicole had locked her bike.

"Wave," Nicole stopped the brunette. Forgetting she was only a stranger, Nicole immediately added, "Sorry, Waverly-"

"No, it's fine, you can call me that," Waverly said, smiling. Why does she have to look so beautiful?

"Okay... Look, you don't have to be nice to me just because you think I'm suicidal."

"How dare you? I'm trying to be a friend." Right. A friend.

"Why now? Was it because I tried to kill myself-"

"Fudge, you're so infuriating," Waverly snapped. Then she deeply sighed as she calmed herself down. Nicole thought she'd walk out by now. But Waverly maintained her stance.

"I know right?" Nicole replied, smirking. Then she went to unlock the chains off her bike. "Did you know your boyfriend Champ basically ask me to stay away from you? Yet he doesn't believe me how you're the one who won't leave me?"

"He's not my boyfriend anymore... Wait? He did what?"

"Apparently, he doesn't think you two are over-"

"Look, don't believe anything he says. Champ and I are no longer together... Period," Waverly said. "So you don't have to worry about him. Go to the dance with me, please, Nicole Haught. I promise you'll enjoy the night. Chrissy will have a party at their house afterwards."

As Nicole climbed unto her bike, she couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. She had no choice. The brunette wouldn't just leave her alone. "Fine."

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For every wonderful thing someone gets to experience in the world, be it heard or seen or felt, there's always something bad that comes along with it.

Nicole thought about how beautiful and happy Waverly looked when the former said yes to the latter's invitation. Waverly's eyes creased as she smiled. The next thing Nicole knew, her intestines were gutting at full knot.

She didn't remember much about what happened after that. She recalled her father carrying her from the floor she passed out on towards the backseat of her mother's minivan.

White ceilings and people in white uniforms greeted Nicole's eyes as she tried not to faint from the searing pain she could feel in her stomach. The last time she felt like this was right after surgery when the numbing drug stopped its work.

Nicole was admitted in the hospital that night. And the night after that. When she got released on Sunday, Nicole doubted if her stomach no longer hurt or the painkillers she took were too much. It was just a false alarm, Nicole heard her doctor explain. But it was still an alarm nonetheless.

The next school days were a complete torture. Aside from Nicole's mom regularly checking up on her if she's feeling okay and the red hearts and cupids hanging on every part of the school, Nicole couldn't help but notice how Waverly was ignoring her.

It didn't help the fact that this was what Nicole really wanted in the first place. She didn't want to feel attached to the brunette when she's gonna disattach at some point. Not that it would matter anyway.

Nicole still had Jeremy. Jeremy was always there. But when she passed by Waverly in the school corridors and the sweet smell of vanilla wafted through her nose, Nicole couldn't deny missing the brunette's presence.

A taller girl with wavy brown hair sat beside Nicole one Physics class. It was Wynonna, Waverly's older sister. They had been classmates most of the senior classes but they were never friends.

"Haughtstuff," Wynonna suddenly muttered. Nicole was a bit surprise by the nickname. "Do you like my sister?"

Nicole dropped her pen unto the floor by surprise. "What?"

"Waverly," Wynonna replied, chewing a gum in her mouth.

"I know who your sister is."

"Good. Then we don't have a problem anymore. Except that there is."

When the redhead only glared at Wynonna in confusion, the taller brunette went on, "You ditch her on the school dance. She waited for you all night. How could you say yes and lead her on?"

"Lead her on?? Wait. I thought she only invited me to the dance, not as her date-"

"Oh, silly Haughtpocket... Why are you always playing hard to get? Do you remember our sophomore's Valentine mail day?"

Nicole thought Wynonna was now veering off topic. "Wynonna, that's like a long time ago now-"

"I know," Wynonna spat. "Anyway, you received a letter from a freshman, declaring her crush on you." Nicole's mind drifted away as she tried to remember the little blue card she received on Valentine's day.

"Her? Wait, I thought it was from Bryce!"

Wynonna laughed. "Well, B-Train also had a crush on you before. But he used that excuse. It was from my sister, you dipshit."

"Waverly?" Nicole couldn't believe what she was hearing. She threw that letter, inadvertently thinking it was from Bryce. Maybe Nicole was still under drugs and her imaginations were coming to life. Imagining that Waverly liked her too.

"That's why I hated you after that.. and probably why Waverly avoided you from that day onwards and dated that awful Hardy boy," Wynonna continued. "Now, you broke her heart again by ditching her. I swear to God, Haught. I'd kill you if I could."

Nicole was about to reply that it would be of no use because she'd die anyway. But she stopped herself. Waverly liked her. Or used to have a crush on her.

Nicole's eyes began to water when Wynonna left her seat. Why now? Why when everything seemed like it's going to crumble anytime soon?

Nicole should have noticed it before. How Waverly's face would turn red when Nicole passed by her on the hallways. How Waverly would always be studying in the library when Nicole was reading her homework.

Nicole should have noticed her when she still had time.