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-Nicole POV-
Im just sitting in class. Waiting for this pedo to stop talking. I promise i do not need to know about the whatever formula. Math is stupid, this shit is stupid. Then i feel it. Its like chills but warm, its weird and hard to explain. It feels like his fingers are brushing against my skin.
“Hey” blue ink slowly forms on my skin, its just part of life. If one person writes on their body, their stupid “other half” has the same. Its really messed with me being all cool, i want some blade drawings from em and i look and my arm is covered in flowers and swirls. Thanks dude, not a pussy, dont need flowers.
I pick up my pencil, this shit would teach him to stop. “fuck off” i write slowly, pushing hard into my wrist. I dont need a freak flower guy so hit on me. Even if we’re “fated lovers” im gonna kill myself by 20 whats the point of love. I still remember when it happened. That first time.
I was six, i think, and he drew a little heart on his wrist, maybe someone else did. I dont actually care. I know i used to. Before my dad ended up three feet up (hes cremated, well, what we could scrape off the wall) i would swoon and yearn for this mystery man. Whatever. Doesnt matter anyways. Oh i need to find em, she has fresh oxy today, i dont wanna do this sober.
“Young lady where do you think youre going?” My math teacher waltzs over, marker in hand.
“Not here, bye bitch”
“Nicole you cant just leave! Thats against sch” and that door is shut, its 10:30 ive been sober for like an hour too long. Walking ti the gross science bathroom i can hear the clacking of the principal’s heels. Absolutely not. I walk a little faster, dodging her line of sight and slipping into the bathroom.
“Addies? Im running low but i know you dont care.”
“Bitch. Anyways im here for oxy, and maybe some advice”
“Advice is extra”
“Everything is fucking extra, you make me pay for a bag to keep my shit in. Anyways how do i get mystery man to fuck off, hes trying to write notes again”
“Okay one, bags are expensive, two just like cut yourself or smth. Idk my soulmate like killed herself i think. Or is just like boringly normal. Wait actually she has been cutting her thi-“
“She? No, soulmates are always guy-girl pairs, none of that gay bullshit” god i hope its not some loser girl simping over me. Imagine its like ari or smth and shes begging for me to see her. Yea no shot. Ill reject her again for fun.
“Dude its 2009 people can be gay yk.”
“Yea, but im not. Keep that lesbo shit away from me, now give me my oxy so i can get fucked up.”
“Damn bitch” Em hands me the bag, four pills inside, its more than usual, i think she knows i would kill myself if she game me less. I open up my water bottle and take a sip, the slight burn of alcohol mixing with the bitter pills.
“Bye hoe, see ya when im sober again” as i start to walk off i feel it again. The stupid fucking word thing.
“Wanna get coffee?”
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“No” Absolutely not im not meeting this guy, he would absolutely like rape me. That is THE recipe for disaster. Oh yea let me go meet up with some random guy for no reason. Fuck off.