chapter 3

Nicole's POV

Assholes. The only word to describe them. Assholes. Especially Brad. He's a psycho. I mean who in the sane mind would say 'dicks and hoes, always goes'. he's been repeating that sentence the whole ride. Thank God Lauren was a deep sleeper. If not, hell would break lose.

You would be surprised about how much i know about her. For example, she likes to party, like Jonathan. She hates smokers. She's allergic to peanuts. She loves Meghan trainor and Rihanna. She's bisexual. She loves Jonathan and, she hates me.

I know a lot about her because she's been dating Jonathan for almost two years. She loves staying on Friday's with us until six or seven o'clock, till her mother calls her to come home.

We arrived at the beach house half hour ago. The last time I was here, was when I was 14 years old. The living room was huge. All the furniture were especially made from Italy. You would be surprised of how rich my family is. We had LG 60 inches plasma HDTV hung up on the wall, in the middle of the living room. A billiard table on the right and a dinning table on the left, and yes especially made from Italy. The kitchen is modern and clean and should stay that way or my mom would kill us both, you know me and Jonathan. Oh and there's a gym room down the hall.

You see, everyday after school, I went to the gym, which is my escape. I became stronger than some of my bullies, which didn't really matter anyways because after all the punches, kicks and slaps I've received, I never fought back. Why??? Because I don't want to destroy my record for never getting a single detention in my school career. And if I did fight back, the whole school will be against me. They will say I throw the first punch. I saw that happen on some geek. Poor guy.

I admit, there are times where I wanted to slap some bitch on the face but I controlled myself, telling myself, they're not worth it.

All the rooms were upstairs and they have their own bathroom, and thank mom and dad for giving me my own room or I would have to share or who knows, sleep in couch because no one wants a 'freak' in their room. I know what you're thinking, but my self-esteem went down hill after 4 years in hell.

Matthew will be sleeping with me as planned. Jonathan and Lauren are in his room. Danielle, Ashley and brad are in the guestrooms, separately. They're all 'independents' as they referred it.

It was late at night and Matthew was asleep. The 'gang' is out for the night. thank God. They went to some club few blocks away, I think, partying as usual.

It was 12:30 am when the front door opens, soft and slurring mutters were heard. I guess they're back, I thought sighing. when all of a sudden, I received a call from an unknown number. "Hello?" I answered carefully.

"Hey....uhh..Nicole. it's me Lauren." She said, her tone was so low I barely heard it.

I was confused. Why was she calling me when she was downstairs? And how did she get my number? I was on high alert right now. Something is wrong, I can feel it. "Why are you calling me, aren't you guys downstairs?" I questioned, feeling my heartbeat racing quickly. I stood and looked at my bedroom door.

"Damn it." I heard her say. "I need your help. I tried calling them but they won't answer." She paused. "The dickheads left me." She said irritated.

I felt relief wash over me because my expectations were wrong. but I was still on alarm. "Okay, I'm gonna talk to Jonathan about going back to get you." I said.

"Yeah, that would be great." She said quietly. I wave of silence hit us both. The tension was thick as the feeling on my chest kept getting heavier. "Nicole.........thanks." She said before she hung up without saying another word.

She thanked me. She thanked me.This is the first time I've ever heard her thanking me. I looked down at my phone weirdly. Huh.

I ran to my brother's room but found him passed out on the floor next to his bed. If he wasn't snoring like a pig, I would've thought he was dead.

I sighed and took his car keys. I guess I have to go and get his girl. I went back to my room, changed properly and made sure Matthew is sound asleep. I put the baby monitor on my bedside table and the other one in Jonathan's room.

I was walking towards the front door, when I had second thoughts about leaving Matthew with Jonathan. He is drunk and I am definitely sure he would throw the baby monitor on the wall, breaking it and fall back asleep again while Matthew is crying.

I sighed and went back to get Matthew before I left.

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Lauren's POV

A beautiful girl like me sitting on the sidewalk alone, increase the chances of being raped or kidnapped.

Seriously, I was gone for just a few minutes. Can't a girl check her bladder without getting dumped? I'm the designated driver, I should be the one who's driving because they're all drunk. They could've died or gotten badly hurt. I needed my release, my urine needs to leave.

I should've taken the keys from Jonathan before we left, considers that it's my turn to babysit.

I waited for Jonathan's arrival, dozing off every now and then. I felt someone's presences which made me feel anxious and worried. "Please come faster jonathan" I whispered.

I looked to my right expecting some creep staring at me but surprisingly, Cole got out of the truck. It's seems like she was the creep that was watching me, but she was better than some stranger. I stood, she had a concerned look on her face. Well, isn't that the first time. "Hey, you okay?" She said, her voice was soft. She inspected for any harm or injuries on me but found nothing. I stared at her weirdly and asked "Where's Jonathan?"

"He was asleep or passed out, if you could say, and I didn't think it was a good idea for him to drive." She responded, cleverly.

Good point. I thought humming.

"You okay?" She asked again. Her concern made feel weird in the pit of my stomach. It made me feel bad for what I've done in the past, but that won't change anything.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I responded and walked around her. I entered, seating on the passenger seat and closed the door.

A minute later, Cole was out of her trance that she was in and got in the truck. I heard a soft noise on the backseat. I turned, and found little Matthew sound asleep in his own seat. "I couldn't leave him with them alone. They're immature." Cole stated. "No offence." She added quickly. "None taken." I replied. They are immature.

There was an awkward silence for a minute, until Matthew broke it, crying in the backseat. He's awake.

Nicole looked at the rear view mirror for a second and asked "what's wrong bud? You gotta popo or something?" I looked at her weirdly. Popo? Really? was that even a word?

Matthew started talking in a baby language. She looked at him again. "Aww, don't worry. We'll go home and get your blankie." She said again. She's definitely a weirdo, but in a cute way. Matthew smiled when he heard the word blankie and grew quiet.

You could see the connection between them. the love she has for him, and his adoration for her. I remember Friday evening when I was at the Erickson's, Mrs Erickson showed me her photo album of her kids. She said "When your friends and Jonathan leave at the weekends, doing whatever you teenagers do these days. Nicole always stayed and played with her brother, she helped taking care of him. Changed his diapers, tucked him to bed, Fed him, dress him. Jonathan was never close with his brother. But for Nicole, he's everything." She said, smiling at the picture in her hand where Nicole was holding Matthew tightly in her arms, smiling widely.

I gazed at Nicole, studying her features carefully. I don't know why she bothered looking for me. She could have left me alone and got her revenge for what I've done. I guess...she has a big heart. I said to myself smiling. Wait...what? What is wrong with me? She's the enemy.

"We're here." Cole said, pulling me from day dreaming about her. She parked on the side way and cut the engine off. She looked at me, a small smile on her face. Seriously, how can she be so nice and sweet to me? I said to myself, irritated.

"Thanks. Nicole. I really appreciate everything." I said shyly and kind of embarrassed. I never called her Cole publicly, only in my thoughts. I don't want her to think that we're friends or something.

"It's fine. I just couldn't leave you out there. Alone. At night." She replied quietly. She looked down at her hands and then turned to me. She gave me a look I couldn't understand. Like she was trying to speak to me, but using her eyes.

"Well, I'll get Matthew and you can go upstairs, I'm sure you're exhausted." She said softly. I felt this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach again. This is weird. I felt like I didn't want to go. I don't why but being here felt comforting. Being here with her, felt comforting. I want to know what that look meant. No no, Lauren.

I nodded my head and looked down at my hands on my lap. She got out of the truck and opened the backseat to get Matthew. I got out slowly, and looked at Cole one last time tonight and walked inside the house. I released a huge breath that felt like a weight on my chest. She makes me nervous for the first time ever. Why?? I don't know. What changes?? I don't know.

I glared at the stairs when I remembered something. They left me. Those ass sucking dicks left me. Oh...oh it's on, I'll show them. I thought while storming upstairs.

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A/N

Long chapter. *wipes imaginary sweat from my forehead*

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