Lucas Mabry wants it all.
He wants a girl, team captain, and the popularity that comes with it.
Unfortunately, the new girl wants nothing to do with him and he turns to the only person he thinks will help.
Nikki Young.
His worst enemy.
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Lucas
I haven't cried in a while but now that my dark secret is out, I feel like I can finally move on. It has been weighing me down since it happened. I haven't been able to apologize either. And my dad hasn't bothered to address it because he feels it would be more appropriate when I forgive him.
But it's out to Nikki. And I can't believe I'm saying this, I'm glad I told her.
I don't remember how I ended up from Nikki's front steps to her living room couch. My head is currently lying on her lap, her hands are playing with my hair and giving me sensations I haven't experienced before. Her hands run across my hair, moving it back and away from my face, over and over. It feels like heaven.
I've stopped crying for about ten minutes now. And I'm too ashamed to get up and face her. I wasn't crying manly either. Is there a way to cry manly? I was full on sobbing and at one point, I was just hiccuping. And I think she has slobber and snot on her jeans. Plus the hair playing is really making me want to stay on her lap, maybe forever.
"Nothing like that has happened to me."
She knows I'm awake! Argh, I mean, what do I do?
"But I'll tell you something too." I hear her inhale sharply. "It's kind of a big deal. At least to my parents."
Her hands momentarily stop playing with my hair. I want to grab her hands but I can't bring myself to.
"My parents... aren't my real parents."
I blink. How does that make sense? That would mean she's adopted. So she's not really an heiress?!
She continues, voice impassive. "My birth mother killed herself in the bathtub of my old home. My birth dad really loved her and he couldn't live without her so he crashed his car against a pole, died on impact."
I sit up, concerned over the story. My eyes go over Nikki's facial features . Her face is blank, lips are on a straight line and eyes are just curious. As if she's waiting to see my expression.
"You don't have to pity me." A small smile appears on her lips.
"I don't." Am I losing my touch? Why are my emotions all over my face today?
"I was one so I don't remember them at all." She pulls a strand of hair behind her ear. "My aunt and uncle knew the business was in danger of falling into the wrong hands." Her fingers play with the ends of her hair as if it didn't hurt her to talk about this. "So they took over. Payed people, changed my birth certificate using contacts. They even faked pictures of my birth and added themselves in some." Nikki points to the front wall. A number of baby pictures are framed with her uncle and aunt in some but in most of them, she's alone.
She's like one of those characters from those weird Wattpad stories.
"It's a lot, right?" Speechless, I nod at her question. Her voice is softer this time. "They did it so I wouldn't lose the hospitals my parents left." The corner of her lips lift up. "They said they didn't want me to grow up hating them. That they were great people and that they started the business for me." Nikki runs a hand through her face. "They were doctors, my biological mom was a neurosurgeon and my biological father was a cardio-thoracic surgeon." A small proud smile appears on her face.
