Nicole's POV:

You know how in the movies, the guy kisses the girl, and at first she's shocked, but then kisses back? That did not happen.

The moment my brain realized that Andy was, indeed kissing me, I shoved his body away from mine. I guess he didn't expect that, since he stumbled back a bit, his gaze wide and breathing laboured.

Mine wasnt much better. I gasped for air greedily, leaning against the wall for support as I gaped at him. He kissed me. The guy who was two years older than me, who enjoyed my pain and suffering, kissed me. That's the most fucked up thing in the world.

I touched my trembling fingers to my lips, trying to make sense of the scenario. Andy eyed me, gaining control over his breathing as he studied me, no doubt trying to figure out why I'd pushed him away.

"What the hell just happened?" I asked under my breath.

He rose an eyebrow, "I kissed you. Don't act all modest about it."

"Do you hear yourself? You kissed me! Why?" I exclaimed, my voice frantic sounding.

He scowled, "I kissed you because I felt like it. Does it really matter?"

I gave him an incredulous look, "yes!"

"Don't make a big deal about it. I kissed you. Not the end of the world, Princess," he rolled his eyes, increasing my annoyance and confusion.

"Enough with that name!" I huffed, "well I'm going inside. Leave me alone from now on, jackass."

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Thank god today was Friday.

I ran home. Literally.

The moment I entered my quiet house I let out a frustrated scream, throwing clothes and pillows around me room in my rampage. I was so confused and angry about what happened in detention, it just made no sense whatsoever.

I chose to spend that night being a stereotypical girl. I turned on If I Stay and started painting my nails, anything to get my mind off of what had transpired today.

My parents didn't call or try to contact me. And they didn't come home either. I stayed up past midnight, waiting for their arrival. I was originally hoping to talk to my mom about today's events, but I guess I'm not a priority right now. Or ever.

Sighing as I made my way to my room, I silently began to cry myself to sleep.

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A loud thud woke me from my dreamless slumber. Followed by a string of curse words. I bolted upright, clutching m y blanket to my racing chest. I scanned my room, eyeing the darkness nervously. When something moved.

I screamed and and flung my stuffed panda at the figure, before scrambling out of bed and lunging for the light. I felt blind and useless in the dark.

"Fuck, ow that wasn't very nice."

I froze, squinting at the figure, my fingers paralyzed on the light switch. "Andy?"

He grinned in the darkness, "the one and only Princess."

I scowled at him, flicking the lights on, "what the hell are you doing here? Get out!"

He rolled his eyes and glanced around around me room, stopping at my form, dressed in tiny shorts and a fitted tank top. I crossed my arms over my chest to hide myself, feeling insecure under his gaze.

"So why are you here exactly?"

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