Second Chances

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

3 hours.

That's all I had to make a decision to Nick's little deal. I had stayed up all night, turning the situation over and over again in my head. I had to give him an answer by tomorrow (Monday).

So what to do?

His words echoed in my head.

"So, the first person to be fed up of the other loses. The winner can tell the other person to do anything they want, and the loser can't refuse. Deal?"

I didn't know about this. This meant that I had to spend almost every waking moment with the guy I hated, the guy that ruined my time in high school, the guy that had destroyed every ounce of willingness to trust someone in me. Because of him, I had to think twice, thrice, and maybe more times about trusting someone. Because of him, I had these walls built up around my heart that refused to let me get close to anyone other than my friends. Because of him, I had to guard my heart with all I had. I couldn't bear to get hurt again.

Thanks a lot, Nick.

And now I had to spend time with him, just to get him away from me once and for all. I wanted him out of my life, and this was the only way out.

Well, I guess that's it then.

Tomorrow, I was going to tell him that I accept his deal. But only to get him out of my life. I couldn't stand the constant shadow of tension anymore. I wanted to be free.

So, the Great Nick Walker, you will get what you want. But in reality, it is so I can get what I want. You out of my life forever.

These were my last thoughts before I finally let myself fall into deep slumber.

***

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!'

My alarm screamed.

"Ahhh!!" I squealed as I fell out of bed... Again.

"Sure, let's invent Alarm clocks," I grumbled. "Because every person deserves to wake up with a heart attack,"

Stupid alarm clocks.

Today was the day! A voice sang in my head.

Ahh, crap. I really didn't want to do this.

I stumbled my way across to the bathroom to go take a shower.

After I was done, I picked out a black and white striped shirt with a black scarf with sequins to go on top and a pair of dark jeans and silver flats to go with it.

For makeup I applied some sliver eyeshadow to make my violet eyes pop, as well as some eyeliner and mascara.

I left my plank straight stupid blond hair down and slipped a silver headband on to match.

There.

The silence of my room was interrupted by my stomach protesting in hunger.

Grabbing my backpack, phone, and wallet, I walked out of my room to the breakfast table downstairs.

As I sat down, a steaming plate of hot pancakes was siting in front of me, accompanied by a smiling Connie.

"'Morning, hon! Sleep well?" She asked, tossing her red hair to the side.

"Yep, but I really don't want to go to school," I whined, digging into my pancakes. God I love these things. Thank you, person who invented them! Please go beat up the person who invented alarm clocks.

Connie chuckled. "Ahh, enjoy school while it lasts! Once you're out, you fend for yourself, never forget that," she said, stalking back to the kitchen. I rolled my eyes.