If Heaven were on Earth

Nicole's POV:

"What did you just say to me?" I asked, my heart beating a million miles per second.

He didn't mean that, he was just kidding, joking, right? He couldn't love me, he didn't know me, he tormented me, enjoyed my sufferings, and yet, here he was, on a Friday night. This was just crazy, Andy, a senior, couldn't hold feelings for me, at all. Seniors ignored sophomores and freshman, occasionally communicating with the juniors, but even still, that was rare.

My first thought is, why? Why torment me, why claim liking me? Why put in so much effort just to cause me torture, surely there is an easier way, a less brutal and time consuming way. Maybe he does lik- no, the chances of that are near impossible. No, not near, they are impossible. Then why is he here?

"I said, 'I love you'", he states again, more confident this time.

Tears well in my eyes once more, why must he insist on continuously hurting me, just for his entertainment?

"What can I do? What can I do to make you stop this torment! I'll change schools if I have to, just please, stop playing with my emotions like they're your toys," I plead with him, tears spilling over.

His gaze goes straight to my watery eyes and his expression softens once again. He moves forward, to strike me or to comfort me, I'm not sure, but i flinch away nonetheless.

Guilt and concern flash in his baby blue eyes, "I'm not going to hurt you anymore Nicole. I want to help you, I like you. I'm not lying, I swear."

I wrap my arms around myself and sink to the floor, unable to contain my emotions anymore, "just go," I whisper, "and never come back."

but he stays put, not moving. He pulls on his lip ring with his teeth, and runs his fingers through his already dishevelled hair. Then he moves towards me again, crouching beside me. I don't stop him, or fight him as he pulls me to my feet, trying to pull me to my bedroom. When I reman motionless, he curses, and pick me up, carrying me the rest of the way.

He sets me down on my bed and sighs, turning away from me. "What can I do to show you that I actually care about you?" He mumbles, more to himself than me.

"I'll do anything," he adds, looking me in the eyes.

I shake me head, moisture gracing me cheeks. I can't fight them anymore, last year was brutal, I can only imagine what this year will be like, especially since Andy has now seen me cry.

"Dammit Nicole, I'm sorry, okay? I'm so fucking sorry! I'll do anything for just one chance with you, anything. I'll stop Oli from being a dick to you, I'll help you with you homework, though I doubt that'll do anything, but I will do anything you ask."

"Why me?" I finally squeak out between my tears.

"What?" He asks, stunned by my seemingly innocent question.

"you claim you like me, prove it. Why me," I repeat, feeling numb all over.

"I-," he falters, unable to come up with an explanation for his false motives.I knew it, I knew he doesn't actually like me, he's just trying to ruin me some more, his favourite past time.

"i like you because you fought us," he begins quietly. "At first, you let Oli treat you like a punching bag, then you got fed up or some shit, and started talking back, became he bigger person. You give off this shyness vibe, but really you're this amazing, feisty," he smirks, "strong person who is very beautiful I might addd. you aren't intimidated by my appearance and just have this strange way of viewing the world. You aren't like anyone I've ever met," he confesses.

"But you hurt me, several times, daily, on purpose. you don't know anything about me," I fire back, becoming annoyed with he situation. All i want to do is curl into a ball and sleep for a year, or two.

"I know i did, but I do know you! I know how you read and write, how your interested in things like mythology and politics. How you don't like to show off your amazing body, how-"

"Okay! Enough!" I mutter, embarrassed, "but that isn't who I am. that's stuff you've noticed about me. And I don't like to hide my body, I wear those clothes because nothing else would look good on me, that's all," i shrug, trying to ignore his gaping expression.

He shake his head and mutters under his breath, "so beautiful and doesn't even know it."

My heart flutters at his words, but then I remember that it isn't true. He doesn't like me, this is a scam.

A flash of lightning flashes across the sky after a loud clap of thunder and I jump and shriek slightly, covering my ears with my hands to block out the horrendous noise. Andy chuckles at me fear and wraps me in his warm embrace, and I don't fight him off. It's comforting, and make me feel less afraid.

"Why are you scared of thunderstorms?" He asks, laughing lightly.

"They're scary!" I defend myself, hiding the real reason. He narrows his eyes at me but I say nothing else.

"Okay, I'll maybe start to believe you like me, but can you stay with me, please?" I ask in a small voice, my lower lip quivering slightly.

He nods with a small grin, scooping me up and tucking me under my coves, ignoring my protests. He lies down beside me, on top of the pile of blankets and begins to tell me about himself.

We stay up until dawn just talking, the thunder shaking the room like the audience at the end of a show and the lightning the curtain closing, signalling the end of an act.

Notes

Things are really moving fast for these two, huh? yes, i know Im rushing them, but remember, that they've technically known each other since the year prior, and this story will follow a different premise then my other ones.

I'm actually like crying, 17 votes on the story's second day an over 20 subscribers!!! I love you guys so much!!!

anyone else dreading school tomorrow or is it just me? Ugh, why can't i be Nicole?