When Nicole and her family move to a new town. She doesn't know what to expect. Small town life wasn't really her style, but she was forced to make it work. When she goes to a party one night, her whole life changes for the better.
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Arriving at the store, she heads to get the thing she came here for.... Pads. Her period had just started and she ran out, so she went to get more. Grabbing a basket and heading to the aisle she picked up the ones she wanted and headed to the checkout line.
Only one line was open, and to just her luck she knew the person in front of her. Steve.
"Shit." She mumbled to herself.
"Something wrong?" Steve asks. Turing to face her, placing his hands on his hips.
"No mind your own business." Nicole replies, crossing her arms.
"Your business used to be my business, before it became Jason's too." Steve says.
"That doesn't even make anysense!" She said, "Let's just stop before we make a scene."
"Nicole, I loved you. Why did you have to betray me like that?" Steve asked.
"Okay, we're making a scene." She mumbled. "I didn't you idiot! You know if I didn't need these, I'd leave right now so I don't have to see you." She yelled holding up the pads box.
"Oh so that's why your moody..." Steve began but was interrupted by a slap on the face.
"Fuck you Steve Harrington."
"Fuck you Nicole Hargrove."
"You wish you were fucking me." She said throwing a five at the cashier, who was getting her daily dose of drama and heading out, stuffing the pads in her backpack and skating off.
She hated his ass. It was final. The asshole could be dying and she would spit in his face and tell him to have fun in hell.
She was done.
Arriving home, she heard Billy talking about a party. Good. She was ready to wash her worries away.
"You're wearing that?" Billy asks, when she hops into his car in a bathing suit top and a pair of shorts.
"Yeah? Why not, you only live once!" She says pulling her hair back. Billy began speeding off.
"You normally don't wear bikinis because of your scar." Billy says. Referring to the one on her stomach from when she was thrown out of a window.
"Well I decided I didn't give a shit, and wanted to live life and not let it live me." She says.
"Good for you."
Pulling into the house she exited the car heading straight towards the kitchen. She saw in the corner of her eye guys gawking over someone. She looked around to see them staring at her. "It's because my boobs are showing, isn't it." She mumbled to herself, grabbing a beer.
"What was that beautiful?" A guy asked, turning to face her.
"I was asking why guys were staring at me." She says. "Because you look fantastic." He responds.
