Opposite's Attract

F I R S T ⋆ N I G H T

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✤ Chapter 11: First Night ✤

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Nick's house wasn't exactly the most comforting. In fact, it was most unsettling house I've ever been in.

I stand up from the bed, and go to snoop around the room.

On the drawer there's a few pictures of a young girl. She doesn't have any pictures of friends, or even her family.

Just her and Nick. One picture of her and a dog. A golden retriever from the looks of it. I smile gently and run my fingers over the dog.

I peel my eyes from the pictures and look around the room. It's definitely a young girls room.

Stuffed animals in a small hammock hanging from a ceiling. A small bookshelf littered with dolls decorating the tops.

Underneath books filled to the max. I lower my body towards them and pull out one. I smile and run my fingers over the colorful Dr. Seuss cover.

I stand up straight when I hear a small knock on my door.

"Claire. I have some clothes for you."

I smile gently and open the door. He hands me a shirt and some shorts. I thank him, and shut the door.

"I'll be downstairs if you need anything." He says, muffled through the door.

"Okay. I'll be down in a few minutes."

I change. The shirt is an old AC/DC shirt, and the shorts are some Nike shorts.

I tighten the straps around my waist, and put a ponytail around the shirt, as it was way to big on me.

I tie the back of it, pulling it to my side so it doesn't hang below my thighs. I pull my hair out of my shirt, and let it rest lazily on my shoulders.

I manage to find my way downstairs. I call out to Nick, unable to find where he is.

"Living room." He calls back, and I look around the various rooms.

I sigh, "Nick. You act like I know where that's at."

He chuckles to himself, "Right. Sorry."

He turns the corner from where I am and then walks back to where he was before.

I make myself comfortable on the couch, and grab a blanket covering my legs.

Nick sits down across from me, and turns on the tv. I pick my finger nails nervously not saying anything.

Nick glances at me, "You don't have to be so nervous."

I put my hands down to my side and nod. Nick looks at me, "What's up?"

He doesn't amused in the conversation, so I take a moment to respond. "Nothing. Just, where is everyone? Like...you live in such a big house I just expected it to be...fuller..."

He shrugs, "Honestly, I couldn't tell you. I'm not ever around to know." He presses his lips together, and I do the same.

My eyes go to the door when I hear a pounding knock.

"Hey, asshole! Open up, the hell now!"

Cole. It's Cole.

Thanks for making me almost shit myself.

I sigh and look at Nick.

"You can deal with that." He looks back at me.

I sigh, flip him off, and walk over to the door. After getting lost for a solid 3 minutes.

"Cole...just-"

He pushes me out of the way, and goes up to Nick. He glares at him. "You are insane, you hear me? You are so fucking stupid. Claire is coming home with me. That's final."

Nick hums and smirks, "And don't you think Alex would find her pretty easily?"

Cole's eyes pierce into his, "She'll have protection, dumbass."

He laughs, "What? With Zane and Will?" He shakes his head, "Funny."

Cole groans, "She's coming home with me."

Nick sits down, "Go ahead and take her. You'll be the one digging her grave." He grins.

Cole doesn't say anything else. He takes a deep breath, his eyes close and it's visibly noticeable his body relaxing.

"Fine, Nick."

Nick sits down smirking.

"But she's not staying here."

Nick looks up at him and hums, "And where will she be staying?"

"Eastside den. See ya there."

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