Making it out alive

chapter 1

Hellllloooo, so this is my first time writing on here or writing period so please have patience with me! I hope you enjoy this story! Oh, also, I'm not the best speller, sooooo if you see a lot of misspelled stuff, sorry in advance!!

Nicks point of view-

The wind whizzed by me as I sped through traffic and I felt my hair blowing behind me. I slowed to a stop as I turned into the parking lot and pulled in. I took off my helmet and jumped off my Harley. My beautiful cherry red motorcycle was my most prized possession and I wouldn't trade it for anything. After years of begging my father he finally got his fixed and gave it to me for my 17th birthday and it fit perfectly to me. That was about the only thing special about me. For the most part I was an average kid, brown hair, 5'3, nice shape but not model material, and my favorite part: my big brown, almost black, eyes. Most people complain about brown eyes, but I always felt that was the only part about me that made me different. I grabbed my back pack and headed off to the school. I was halfway through my senior year and itching to graduate. I couldn't stand it. High school didn't suite me. I had the cliché heart break all girls get and my best friend Cody decided I was a cold hearted bitch when I yelled at his new play toy girlfriend, pth, so much for friends forever. Don't get me wrong, I still had some friends, but I always made sure to stay my distance. So that's how I become the cold emotionless person I am today.

"Nick!" that was me, Nick, not Nikki, or Nicolette, just Nick, and I liked it, it suited me. I snapped my head around to see one of my closer friends, that I've known since diapers, Justin running towards me.

"Hey" I said monotone. Justin and I were actually still pretty close, his about the only one that I trusted in any way, but we still grew apart after I became, well, the "new" me.

"Just wanted to say 'hi' to the prettiest girl in school, oh and shove you in front of that bus" he said as he jokingly nudged me in the direction of the oncoming bus.

"I wish I had gotten hit so you would have to pay my hospital bill" I grumbled.

"You know you love me"

I gave him a look that said 'you better run or your future wife will be very upset when she can't have kids' and he scurried off. Love was such a stupid concept. I never really believed in it, I wasn't one of those kids that played with princesses and watched Cinderella 24/7, my dad made sure of that. Nope, I grew up fighting the boys, watching monster truck shows, and taking apart my favorite gun, the AR 15 in a minute flat. I sighed and made my way to my locker then up to class. All the days were clouded together recently, wake up, go to class, sleep in class, go home, do some homework, go to sleep, repeat. Like I said, high school didn't suite me, so I waited for the future days of college, where I prayed that something exciting would happen, anything for that matter.

The final bell rang and everyone ran out of class excited to start there weekend. I looked outside and internally groaned. Hovering above the school was a dark cloud, and as if on cue rain started pounding on the windows.

I walked into my house, water dripping from every inch of me, putting me in a foul mood, well fouler than usual. I hated coming home, I mean, I didn't have a bad home, I had two nice parents and an older sister in college. She was the smart one of course, the straight "A" student, popular, with the perfect boy friend. I think my parents always wished I was more like her, although they never would admit it. But I knew otherwise, and the fact that my mother and I fought 24/7 didn't help.

"NICK!!" my mom shouted

"Oh dear lord" I moaned. I knew that tone; that was her 'I'm pissed so I'm going to take it out on you voice

"WHY ARE YOU LATE?!"

"It was raining" I grumbled.

"That's not an excuse"

"Actually, I'm pretty sure it is" I said starting to get agitated. She should know by now I have anger issues.

"What did you just say?!"

"Nothing, never mind" I said quickly trying to get out of trouble.

"It better have been nothing. Now get to your room and do some homework. You got a "C" on one of your test, why?"

"Cause I didn't study"

"That's not a good reason"

"Can I just go?"

"Fine, but you're grounded for a week"

Furious, I slammed to my room and tried my best not to punch my wall. Last time my dad made me pay when I accidently punched two fist sized holes in it. I sighed and flopped onto my bed. Grounding me did nothing anyway, it's not like I ever actually went out with my "friends". I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, the only place I was ever actually content.

James's point of view-

"YOU BASTARD!"

"Yea yea sweet heart, call me all the names you want, it's over"

"YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME"

"I just wanted to get you in bed doll face, don't take it personal"

With one last furious glance she stormed off. Ehh, she wasn't good in bed anyway, too needy. They all were. I chuckled and walked off towards my car. My beautiful 1973 charger, raylee edition with a dip in the front, black with a white interior. This is the only girl that I'll ever hold on to. Yea, I was a player, I had no qualms about saying it, and I was a damn good one too. I was how you say the popular, foot ball player with a good build, but also the bad boy, almost like every girls dream combined into one, and they all wanted to be the one girl that kept me held down. Yea like that was ever going to happen. I drove home to pick up some umm well "things."

"HEY MOM! HEY DAD!

"Hi sweetie, how was your day? Dads at work but he'll be back later on tonight."

"Mmmk, I'm going out with the boys, but I'll be home for dinner".

"Ok sweetie, have a good time."

My mom was kind of clueless as to what I did, but I liked it that way, it protected her. I grabbed my stuff and walked out.

I drove up to the old ware house (I know cliché, but that was what they thought was cool. Oh how wrong were they).

"Hey boys. The boss is back" I grinned as everyone stared in horror as I cocked my pistol. "Yea, you better run" I laughed almost evilly. They should have known it was coming.

IMPORTANT:!!!!

Ok, so i was looking at the people reading this story and i realized some stopped after this part, so i reallly want to ask that you keep reading!!!!!! i know this chapter wasn't very good but i promise it gets better! This is my first time writeing a story EVER so i really ask you to be patient with me, i really think my writing gets better as you go along, as does the story so pleaseeeeeeeee keep reading!!! *puppy dog eyes*