Brooke Whittaker had all but forgotten Nicholas Williams after the "Great Christmas Disaster of 2010." But, when her father announces a business arrangement that will not only move Brooke and her family to New York City, but also forces Nicholas bac...
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I had always known that Nicholas and I would argue at some point during the school year. Hell, I had even expected to argue with him multiple times a week. I just thought I would be able to make it at least a day, let alone an hour, before all hell broke loose.
"I don't even know why I'm out here," Nicholas remarked as he sat down on the floor just outside the classroom door.
"You don't understand why you're here?" I said in awe as I sat down on the floor across from him. "I think I'm the one that shouldn't be here."
"You started it!"
"Well you finished it!" I argued back.
"I better not get in trouble over this," Nicholas said, probably more to himself than to me. "If I get after school detention and miss lacrosse practice, Coach will kill me."
"Typical," I snorted.
"What?" His head snapped up to look at me.
"I said typical," I responded. "Of course you would play lacrosse."
"I'm good at it too," Nicholas shot back.
"I never said you weren't," I replied, confused as to why he got so defensive.
"I thought lacrosse was a spring sport?" I mused.
"It is. But we aren't three year state champions by starting to practice on time are we?" Nicholas responded with a smug look settled on his face. I was pretty sure there was a rule in New York making it illegal for school teams to start practicing this far in advance, but I wasn't going to argue that today. Besides, I wouldn't put it past overprivileged rich kids to get away with it anyways.
Both of us remained silent for the next few minutes.
It was earsplitting.
I could feel the tension suffocating the hall. I reprimanded myself for not bringing out my bag to work on homework or something while I sat here doing nothing.
"So..." Nicholas said. I shot him a look. "You dated Ben, huh?"
Normally, I would've ignore Nicholas, not bit the line he was throwing, and went back to doing something else. Only problem was I didn't have anything else to do. So I bit.
"Yes," I was willing to cooperate, but not give him anything more.
"For how long?" Nicholas pressed.
"Almost two years," I answered, sitting pretzel style with my head leaning against the wall.
"So let me get this straight," Nicholas started as he dropped his knees onto the ground so that his legs were laying out and taking up half the hallway. "You, knowing full well that Ben was my cousin—a Williams—decided to date him. And your father thought that was okay?"
"My dad never liked him," I said, not looking Nicholas in the eye.
"Oh."
"Neither did my sister actually," I said, still not looking at him, but knowing his eyes were completely trained on me. "Courtney. Do you remember her?"
