Never Shout Never!

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    "Come on Nick, you have to get ready for school." My mom was practically punching my back, begging me to get up. I hate high school so much. She's been doing this for the past twenty minutes now, can't she see that I don't feel like getting up?

  "ALRIGHT! I'm up. Damn."

  "Watch your mouth! And hurry up and get dressed." She left the room, leaving me to glare at the back of her head. I haven't slept all night. My eyes are swollen and puffy from all the crying last night. Oh god, I can't believe it. I'm turning into one of those sappy teenagers. I'm doomed. I did my daily routine and put on a pair of sweats and pinned my hair up in a messy bun. I may be sad but I still gotta look good. I lazily grabbed my bag and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

  "Hey Nicki!" I didn't even have to turn around to know that it was of course, her. Gawd, I can't even say her name right now I'm so mad. My Mom gave me the 'look' when I didn't say anything. Can't she see that I don't wanna talk to her either?

  "Hi. Alright, I'm leaving."

  "But wait! It's raining. Here, let Maria drive you she's not doing anything today." I downed my Orange Juice, shaking my head fast.

  "No it's fine. I'll walk."

  "It's pouri-"

  "It's fine Mom, okay? I'll see you later." I stomped out the door, slamming the door for a dramatic exit. Yeah I know, I'm a bitch. My mom was right though. It was pouring down. It was raining cats and dogs, gah! Putting my hood over my head I hesitantly took a step from my porch. I hate rain. Well I love rain, I just don't like to walk in the morning in it. Not even my hood was gonna protect me from this. I started to do this weird jog-ish run down the sidewalk, the rain pelting my outfit. I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a horn beep from behind me. It was Vincent.

  "Nicholas! What the hell are you doing out here, it's pouring out raining! Get in." I hesitated again for a moment, before I reluctantly ran and hopped in the car. Ehh, love him or hate him, it's a free ride. You could never say no to that. I was just a tad bit soak and wet, but it was enough for me to be angry.

  "This is gonna take forever to fucking dry, ugh! Fuck this, FUCK everything!" I wasn't PMS-ing, but it was a really small temper tantrum.

  "Damn, why are you so angry?" Okay, a big one then.

  "Stress. Just stress. And thanks I really appreciate it."

  "No problem. I wanted to talk to you about something anyways." My palms started to get sweaty and I straightened up in my seat. If you only knew how awkward this was...

  "About what?" He sighed, looking frustrated. Did I say something wrong?

  "About us. I want to start over." The only sound you could hear was the engine as we drove. Okay? What does he mean by that. As friends like we were before, or as the couple we also were before?

  "I-I don't know what you mean." I studied his face closely, the butterflies threatening to explode in my stomach. What is wrong with me? Him and Chris broke my heart, I shouldn't talk to neither of them.

  "I mean.... look, I want to get back together with you." I have two words for you. Coughing fit. I was in the middle of swallowing my spit when he said that, and I choked on it. Vincent had a worried look on his face, stopping the car into a random parking lot.

  "You alright?" He started to pat my back while I awkwardly cleared my throat.

  "Yeah, I'm fine. Before I even answer though, turn the car back on and drive." Gawd, I sounded so demanding. Why did he suddenly change his mind about me though?