The New Girl in Cheshire!

Nicole Johnson. No one special, just a girl from Cali. In 2010 she got accepted into a foreign exchange student program, and in just a week, she would be heading off to a new family, a new life in Cheshire. It doesn't take long for her to find someone she likes, but is the feeling mutual, or is it all a love game?

This is just a little notice that this story might contain PG-13 content in it. So if you haven't had "the talk" with your parents, stray from this story.
You were warned(:


10. "Secrets, and the Trouble in Keeping Them."

Drunk on Strawberry Hill is how spent my weekend. Alone and drunk. I went over to Leahs house-her parents visiting in the States-and we got rip roaring drunk and smoked, we smoked a lot. I dreaded going home, Harry would be there, and I know for a fact he, if no one else, would know what I did this weekend. "Fuck Harry!" I screamed really loud. "Ugh, I hate him, I hate him!" Quite saying that Nicole, you love him, and you know you do. Those words kept running through my mind. "I hate him. I just hate him!" No, you don't hate him. You love him and you hate yourself for it. "You have every right to hate that bastard, he left you alone with a promise. You can hate him all you want." Leah said trying to comfort me as we drifted off to a drunken rest. When we woke up, I was not prepared for the hangover I had. It was terrible. It could have made it into a record book. I threw up so many times, as did Leah. "God, I have a headache!" I said as I filled a shot glass with some Strawberry Hill. "Hair of the dog!" I shouted as I took the shot. "Oh no!" Leah shouted making us both cringe. "You've gotta either sober up or leave! My parents almost here!" I chose sober up! We went outside and jumped in her pool. That did they trick. We dried off and I checked my phone. 'New text from Harry'. I huffed and unlocked my phone. "You need to come home, now. We're in trouble, but not with Anne or Robin. Just come home." I told Leah and she let me go.

Tanners POV

I didn't go to school on her birthday. I couldn't. I still kinda hated her for what she did. For what they both did. They hurt me so much. I hated both of them. I guess that's why I did it. But what else was I supposed to do. It was killing me that other than Leah, I was probably the only person that knew. I had to tell someone. I couldn't stand it anymore. I could have told anyone, and I mean anyone. Anyone would believe me, I mean c'mon, I'm Tanner freaking Lee. But I told her. Why did I tell her, of all people, I told her.

"Hey!" I called her. "Hey, Tanner, uh why are you calling me?" "Oh, you know, just thought I'd say hi!" "Is that all? Because I'm kinda busy right now!" "Actually, it's not. I've got to tell you something Felicity. I've just got to tell you something."

Nicole's POV

When I walked up our driveway I noticed Felicity's car was the only one there. I walked in, four eyes staring at me. Two worried, two pissed. "Uh, you said I should come home, so here I am!" Felicity stood up, and charged at me. "You little bitch!" She slapped me. She knows, Goddammit, she knows. "Why did you think you could just sleep with my boyfriend and get away with it?" She was screaming now,and I stayed silent. She slapped me again, and again and again, and I just stood there and took the abuse. "And you, I can't even look at you! Oh my God, I can't stand you. Why, how." She screamed and screamed. "Was she better than me? C'mon answer the question! ANSWER IT!" "Yes." Harry said and I smiled. "Oh it's funny? Is it really funny?" She slapped me some more. "FEL-IC-ITY! He doesn't love you. He told me. He loves you, but he isn't in love with you" Oh God, did I just say that? My thoughts were interrupted with a load squeak and an array of slaps/punches. "Is that true, Harry?" He looked at me, and looked back at her. "I'm sorry Felicity, but yes, it's true. I'm in love with Nicole. It's time you knew that." He looked straight at me when he said that, with eyes that spoke a million 'I love yous' and 'I'm so sorrys.' My heart ran a mile a second. (I know the expression is a mile a minute, but that's not fast enough.) Felicity actually started crying. "I guess that's that then. Have a happy life." And she left, gone. I ran upstairs crying. I'm not sure why, well I actually do know why. Felicity wasn't finished. She was just getting started, and the results would raise all Hell inside me. And that, I just wasn't ready for.

When I got to school on Monday, everyone was staring at me. I didn't know why, but they were. I walked straight to all my classes. Nobody talked to me-with the exception of Leah-and I talked to no one. It wasn't till lunch until I finally asked Leah if she knew why they were staring. She looked at me with reluctance in her eyes. "Felicity told everyone about you and Harry. She also said that you..." She stopped. "She said you tried to kill yourself, and that she stopped you." I ran away crying, and again, got scissors. I skipped the rest of the day and went anywhere.  I just walked, and walked.  I walked passed Tanners house, walked passed Leahs house, walked passed Felicity's house, walked passed home. I just walked, walked and smoked. I took a deep breath and felt the smoke fill my lungs. You aren't supposed to, but I held my breath until I just had to breathe and puffed the smoke out. "Well, if I weren't thinking about suicide before, I sure as hell am now!" I said to myself after taking another drag, not caring who heard. I got home at 8pm everyone was in the living waiting for my safe return. I walked in and was attacked with "Thank goodness you're safes" and "Where were you, you scared us!" I ignored it all and went straight to the bathroom, and made all my pain go away. Stupid Felicity and her fucking mouth. Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. I don't care about her! But I obviously do, or else I wouldn't be in the bathroom tracing my skin with a razor. Fuck Felicity.


Hah, language much(: Thank you guys! Check out my other story "Truly Madly Deeply" I love you guys!

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