We were back in class, but I didn't have my iPad. In fact, I didn't have my backpack. Nick slid me a piece of paper for me to write notes on, but I was too busy thinking to write anything. The concerned look on his face grew every time he looked at me. I couldn't say anything because my answer would be a lie, regardless the question. He took the paper back and started writing. 'Are you okay?' He wrote. 'I'm fine.' I wrote back, refusing to elaborate. This didn't satisfy Nick because I was clearly lying. 'You sure?' 'Yes.' And that was the end of the conversation, I was doing fine and I was very sure of it. Class ended faster than I thought, mainly because I was buried in my thoughts. As soon as class was over, I was out of the room and walking somewhere quiet as fast as I could. I ended up in some sort of forest clearing. I sat and cried. A lot. I was crouching just a few inches above the dirt, holding my arms like a self-made embrace. Tears fell until they couldn't any more, and then I screamed. I screamed for the mother I never knew, the fairytale I made of her in my head. "I thought you said you were fine." Nick said. I knew it was Nick because I don't know. He was next to me, looking directly at my face. "I'm thirsty." I mumbled, completely avoiding whatever he just said. "Let's go. I'll find you something." "No, you probably won't." Ignoring my statement, he got up and began walking. I followed because I don't know. We were back at that whatever you call it place that his daddy got him. "Do you have v0dka?" I asked. "What?" "I said, 'Do you-" "I understood you. Um, you're not 21." He replied. "I know. You have it, though. And you aren't either." He pulled something out of a cabinet. I smiled with satisfaction. "Why?" He asked, cautiously placing the bottle on the table. "I'll pour it myself." I said, searching through cabinets. I settled on a industrial-sized mug, in which I poured the contents of the bottle into. "You shouldn't drink that." Nick said, eying me from the chair he was now sitting on. I ignored his directions and chugged the drink, letting my mouth and chest burn. I enjoyed the temporary feeling. "No more." He ordered, pushing the bottle back into a dark cabinet. I nodded, feeling much less tense. I drank much more than I intended, but I would be fine. I just had to forget about everything that happened today. I felt more tired than before. "I'm going to sleep." I stated, walking somewhere. I laid on something soft, and started falling asleep. I had a nightmare, a dream about my mother and my father and that terrible day they died. I abruptly woke to Nick standing over me. "You slept on the carpet. You have to go to your next class." "Really?" I said, shaking all the sleepiness off of me. I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling a bit faint. "Yeah. About um, yesterday. Why did you hang up so quickly?" "I was in the car." "Oh. Okay. I thought maybe you didn't want to talk to me or something." "No. Yeah. I do." "Are you upset at me? LIke did I do anything wrong?" "No. I'm fine. Thank you for waking me up. Goodbye." I finished, quickly leaving to my next class, I didn't really know what I had next. I admit I was being kind-of a j3rk to Nick, but I didn't care. I just wanted the day to be over. I managed to make it through my Biology class without sleeping again, and was welcomed by Ottie. Celeste was sitting on the opposite side of me again, with a disappointed look on her face. "Why did you storm off earlier? You left the whole house worried. Especially your uncle." She said, which only made me more angry. "Okay." I replied, trying my best to keep my composure. My phone rang in my pocket about two million times before I decided to pick up. "Did you actually like me?" Nick snarled, his voice filled with a anger I had never heard from him. "What?" "You just used me for some attention and a1cohol?" "No, I didn't. I don't want to talk about this right now." "I feel like you are only here when something bad happens to you. Barely once have you asked me how I am doing, for f...ks sake." I replied with silence. "I don't know what's going on in your life and I don't give a s...t, honestly. Thanks for letting me be your t0y for a while, but i'm tired of it." He finished, and hung up. I didn't have any power left in me to cry, or to leave the car, or scream, or anything. So I just sat there staring at the seat in front of me.
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