Better than Revenge: the story

I stared into the eyes of Nick. He had thin, choppy black hair, and eyes that were the kind of brown that made you melt. I stared bravely into them.

"Hot," he whispered.

I nodded. "It's summer."

he smiled. "No, I mean YOU are."

I kept staring into his brown eyes, turning red, but smiling myself, nevertheless.
It was so enchanting, being with Nick. He was so short some guys nicknamed him 'midget'. But he was great at soccer, same with me. The day we started hanging out had been like, last summer or something. I'd been drawn by his charming smile and melting brown eyes.

Now, a year later, the same things still made me want to kiss him. And more.
But today was supposed to be a study group! My mom insisted we get warmed up for school next year. Him and i had been groaning for the past five minutes, and he was already making me crack up.

"Oh, stop it!" I muttered again. He just grinned. I smiled back grudgingly.
"Better do one problem at least, or my omom might kick you out!" I joked. He nodded seriously, and jotted down the answer to problem one. So did I, with the help of my calculator. Then, Nick whispered a single word.

"May"

I scowled. "What does that have to do with-"

he silenced me, pointing to the window. He was right. There was a faint tapping noise, accompanied by a sweetish smile that made me want to punch something. Or her.

"Just ignore her," I murmured, but he was already calling down to her.

"What is it, May?"

"I wanna talk with you a sec.! It's important!"

we exchanged glances. "Well, what could she possibly do," questioned Nick.


Looking back on it, I should have said what was in my head. But I just nodded.

FAIL.