Starring:
Selena Gomez as Nikki
I never planned on living my life this way. I never planned on living in fear. It just happened. Let me start from the beginning. It all started one December night......
"Nikki, can you stay late?" My manager asked me. "Yeah, I can," I sighed as I folded another pile of swimsuits. It's December mid-winter in the Midwest and we are putting out swimsuits. Crazy? I think so. "Aye, Nik, think you will be able to help me with back stock?" Blake asked me. "I think so," I shrugged. "Everything okay?" He asked me. No my fiancé beat me up until my arms and chest were black and blue before I had to come to work. "Yeah everything is fine," I lied. "Let me know when you are able to start back stock," Blake shrugged.
"Hey, Blake! Are you staying until close?" I asked him. "I am," he said. I looked at him for a moment and then asked, "Is there anyway I can get a ride home? My car is in the shop and my mom can't pick me up if I'm staying late." "Yeah! No problem!" He jumped. I laughed a little. "Thanks pal!"
Dani: Girl! Are you working again?
Mom: what time are you getting off?
Stephen: Babe, I'm so sorry I love you.
Coke: Nik! I just got your text message are you okay?! I'm such a terrible best friend!
"Okay, so where do you live?" Blake asked me as we headed home after work. "The new apartment complex by the pool," I told him. "Really? Me too!" Blake exclaimed. I looked at him everything was so upbeat and happy to him, like nothing could go possibly wrong. I wish I could be that way again. "Do you think we could just drive around for a bit? I'm not ready to be alone yet," I whispered. "I was just going to ask the same thing," Blake noted.
I watched out my window as the town grew smaller and smaller the further we drove the safer I felt. "So what's your store Nikki?" Blake asked me. "'My story? Is this the Fault in Our Stars?" I asked. "Maybe I just really like that movie," he laughed. "Well my story... I'm 22 and loving life. I'm engaged to a wonderful man who I've been with for five years. I really want to go to cooking school," I explained to him. "Engaged? Why didn't your finacè come pick you up from work?" Blake asked. "He had to work late, he works at a 24 hour gym," I said rather quickly.
"I hate to ask, but why are you so jumpy?" He questioned me. "Me? Jumpy?" I said. "Yeah, you," he said in a serious tone. "I can't say," I swallowed. "Why?" He asked me. "I just can't, okay? If you have anymore questions I'd rather just go home," I snapped.
