It Isn't What It Seems (ON HOLD!!!)

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Nikki is just your average 16 year old. That's what it seems, but if you were to look closer you would see that so many things in her life go wrong. She is actually a very sweet girl, but because of her appearances people assume she is a bad girl. So she has to play that role, but she is tired of it. Tired of being someone she's not. Tired of her father abusing her. Tired of life itself. She faces challenges, like every person. But the question is, will she over come them?

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6. Chapter 5

 

*BEEP BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP BEEP!*

    I slam my hand down on the dismiss button, great, another day of school. Slowly I get out of bed and hop in the shower. Lathering my body in my flowery scented body wash, and piling loads of shampoo on my hair. I quickly dry myself off and change, ( http://fashionistatrends.com/casual-outfit-ideas-2012-aquamarine/ ) and threw my hair into a side ponytail and flipped it inside out. I grab my bag and phone from my desk and walked out the door.

   I just took a step in the hallway when my Math teacher stops me. "You weren't in detention yesterday."

  "Yeah, I know."

  "You weren't in any of your classes after lunch."

  "Yes, care to make any other observations? Because I really have to move on."

  "Nikki, you either show up for dentition today, AND tomorrow. Or you can choose to not come and be suspended for 2 weeks. Your choice." I groan, giving her a glare and push past her heading straight to my locker.Throwing open my locker I shove my bag in, taking out the few books I need and pulling my make-up out of my bag. I carefully put my eyeliner on, making a cat eye. And applying plenty of mascara, I put on some smokey eye shadow and add a little blush. For the finishing touch I add a light red, almost pink lipstick. I smile at my reflection and throw my make-up  bad into my locker. 

   I stand there staring at my locker door, looking at the pictures of me and Keith, and my friends, random stickers, and magnets cover the inside of it. I close the door and lean on it, waiting for Keith to show up. Normally he get's here around 7:40, fifteen minutes before school starts. It's 7:35 right now, I slide down to the floor and pull out a piece of paper hanging out of one of my textbooks. I pull out a pencil from my back pocket and start drawing, I'm not the best artist, but I am fairly good. 

   I hear someone walk up to me and stop next to me. The person slides down next to me and grabs my hand. I smile and look up at Keith. Even sitting down, he is taller than me. He is about 5' 9", when I'm only 5' 4". "Whatcha doin'?" He asks.

  "Just drawing." I say lightly, I push the piece of paper into my book and set it down next to me. 

  "Cool, so you wanna go to breakfast?"

  "Sure." We get up, grab our stuff, and head to the cafeteria. We stand in line to get our food, I grab an apple, beagle, and a small little container of cream cheese.  Keith grabs his food and we go find a place to sit. I take out my phone and listen to my music.

   I skip through a bunch of songs before I finally stop on Justin Bieber Beauty and A Beat. I put one head phone in my ear and begin eating.After a few minutes I feel Keith slip his hand into mine. I look up at him and smile, everybody thinks Keith is a bad person. But he only acts like that when he is in public, when it's just him and me his true self shows. He is sweet, caring, and very protective. 

   Soon we finish eating and we both get up to throw away our trash. I check the time on my phone and see that we only have 2 minutes left before the bell rings.

  "I have detention today and tomorrow." I tell Keith.

  "What did you do"

   "Got to class late, talked back to the teacher, and then didn't show up for detention yesterday."

   "wow"

    "Yeah, can they really suspend me for not going to detention?"

   "yeah they can, believe me."

    "How do you know?"

   "Luke." Luke is Kieth's older brother, right now he is 20, 4 years older than Keith and I. He was a real rebel child, still is. That's where Keith get's his 'dark side' from. But Keith does not want to end up like Luke, kicked out of every college he's been to and n rehab for a drug and drinking problem. 

    "Oh, okay." The bell sounds and kids quickly clear the hallway, scurrying to the classes.

    Keith walks me to my math class and kisses me on the cheek, "See ya later babe." I nod and walk into the classroom. The moment I sit down the bell rings. My teacher looks at me and smiles, for once I am on time.

 

 

 

    The bell rings and I drag myself down the hall to my locker. I throw everything in except my homework and my bag. I walk to the detention room and see Keith standing there.

   "What are you doing?"

   "I got detention." He said as if it was obvious.

    "For what?" 

    "Not doing any of my homework."

    "Nice, so I guess I will be seeing you after school."

    "Yeah." He smiles and slides his arm around my waist, pulling my closer to him.

      We walk into the class and take two seats next to each other. After a few minutes of us talking and kids running in the classroom, the teacher walks in.

     He calls our names for roll, goes over the rules, then pulls out a book and starts to read it. I pull out my homework and start working on it. Halfway through detention Keith wraps his arm around me and pulls me onto his seat so I'm sitting on his lap. I lean back and stare into his eyes. He smiles at me and rests his head on my neck. I continue doing my homework, and after a few minutes I finish it.

     I throw it on the desk next to me and rest my head on Keith's chest. "I love you." He breathes into my ear. Shivers run up and down my spine. I look up at him and see that he is staring at me. His eyes shining.

   "Keith, please." I tell him. I don't want hi to tell me he loves me, because I can never love him, or anyone. I don't want him to love me.

   "Nikki, I can't help how I feel." He whispers so no one can hear.

   "But you have to try, you can't love me. No one can, because I will never be able to love them back."

   "I understand what happened with your mom, but you can trust me. I'm not going anywhere."

   "But you don't know that!" I whisper shout, "Anything could happen to you, you could get hit during a football game and get really hurt. Anything could happen. And I can't have anything happen like that to someone I love again."

   "So what you're saying is you don't care about me?" He asks. He shifts under me.

   "No! That is not what I am saying at all! I care about you, and that's the problem. I can't care about someone, it will only hurt me and that person. I don't want you getting hurt."
   "Nikki, you won't get hurt, I promise."

   "Don't make me any promises, please. I don't need them."

   "What are you afraid of? Nothing bad is going to happen to me!"

   "I'm afraid of you getting hurt! That would hurt me!" Right then the bell rings. I jump out of the seat, grab my bag and sprint to my locker trying to get away. But I hear him calling my name, then footsteps. Of course he is fast, so he catches up to me and spins me around.

   "Nikki please, can we just talk."

   "I think we already did."

   "What do you mean? Are you breaking up with me?"

   "No, but I think we could use a break."

    "But I love you! Nikki please can't you just accept that?"

    "No, and I'm sorry. I know you want me to, but I can't. I'll see you later." I turn around and walk away.

   "Please Nikki, please don't do this."

    "It will be good for you, for us in the end." I tell him as I get into my dad's car.

   "But," He starts, I close my door so I can't hear him anymore. I knew he was just going to go on about how he loves me. I start the car and pull out of the parking lot, Keith staring at me as I drove away. I could make out a single tear sliding down his face.

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