Nick's POV

"Nick, Nick wake up." someone taps my shoulder repeatedly.

I groan, turning to the other side of my bed with my eyes still closed.

"Get your ass up right now or you'll be late for school!" Screams my Mom.

"I don't wanna go to school." I say in a raspy sleepy tone, lifting my pillow over my head but she yanks it away.

Goddamn it.

My head is pounding, my throat is sore and my body feels like it's vibrating, plus she won't just leave me alone.

I sit up to face her.

"What, Mom? What the hell do you want from me?" I ask, sounding half asleep while running a hand through my fuzzy hair.

"I want you to grow up for God's sake!" She responds in her loud tone.

I don't want to argue with her this morning so I stand up to look for my phone before I head to the shower.

"I told you to get home before midnight, Nick, but you came home around 2AM in the morning and you were drunk as hell." she continues her pestering, I ignore her, looking under my bed for my phone.

Where the hell could that phone be?

"Answer me, damnit!" She raises her voice yet again.

"I'm fucking eighteen years old, Mom, I'm not ten." I respond, flipping my pillows over.

She doesn't respond, I turn to glance at her. She looks sad and disappointed but then again I'm used to her being disappointed in me all the fucking time, Even when Dad was around it was always like this, me against my own parents.

"You used to say he was a bad man but when I look at you..." she pauses while a tear rolls down her cheek, "I see him in you, Nick, you're no different from your father and that's what my problem is." she says in a whisper.

I feel like someone just shot me right in the chest with words and not bullets but it still burns.

"Thanks a lot, Mom" I whisper back, my tone trailing off brokenly.

Fuck showering, I'm going to school without showering, what's the use of it anyway.

I slept in my clothes last night so there's no need to dress up, after finding my phone in the jacket I was wearing last night, I grab my car keys and I head out, leaving my Mom sitting on my bed.

Her harsh words replay in my head during the entire ride to school, I decide to catch up with Jason as soon as I get there, I spot him in the hallway packing books inside his locker.

"Hey, asshole." I greet when I reach him.

He closes his locker and gives me a warm smile.

"Hey greek player." he chuckles.

Greek player?

"Why the fuck would you call me that?" I ask, taken aback.

"Holy shit, he literally doesn't remember what went down last night." he says in a dramatic tone.

"I kinda... Blacked out." I stutter, scratching the back of my head, he laughs at me and I roll my eyes at him.

He looks at me from head to toe like he's studying me for some reason.

"Why are you wearing the same clothes you were wearing last night?" he puts on a disgusted expression.

"I know I smell like rotten alcohol because I didn't shower okay? now get over it and tell me what happened last night." I sound eager to know.

"Okay okay, so you literally made out with a lot of girls at the party after you got drunk and that's when they gave you the nickname." he explains.

Or they made out with me. But how many of them?

The bell for first period rings before I have the chance to ask him, he and I say our goodbyes and he runs to class.

My first class is gym but I don't think I can do it, I'm way too hungover to even walk right now.

I decide to look for Mrs Smith when I get to the soccer field where everyone is already in their gym clothes, Mrs Smith is in her blue track suit, lining up the students.

I spot Allison in front of the line.

I'm not surprised to see her here.

She's in a grey gym t-shirt, green shorts, sports shoes and her hair in a tight ponytail.

I can't believe I'm saying this but she looks kind of hot in those shorts, her legs look long and her curves show perfectly fine.

I stand beside Mrs Smith, trying to capture her attention. I think it's weird that this school makes both boys and girls do physical fitness together during senior year.

"Back of the line." she says to me.

"Actually, I have a really bad stomach problem, it comes and goes and right now it just won't go away." I lie while holding my stomach.

"So?" she asks.

"So I can't do anything physical or else it might get worse and I could die." I add more wood to the burning bush as I press my hand harder on my stomach like it really hurts.

She sighs.

"Thanks for telling me, you can stick around and watch your friends." she instructs and I do as told.

I sit down behind Mrs Smith on the green grass, I feel like shit, I can barely even stand.

I notice Amanda standing at the far back of the line, I send her a mischievous smile and a quick wave, she waves back at me with the same energy.

I think Jason is a total dick for using a girl like Amanda, I can tell she's loyal and loving.

But I don't blame him, I blame the person who said teenagers could also have sex.

"Okay people, today we are splitting into two groups, one group is gonna be at the far end of the soccer field and the other one is gonna be at the opposite direction and then you are going to show me some good looking sprints." she informs them.

Allison groans, they all groan actually but she really groans.

"What was that, Parker?" Mrs Smith notices her extra loud groan.

"Nothing, it's just that you make us do sprints like every week, can't you make us do something else like play soccer?" she speaks in a lazy tone.

I love how she always speaks her mind, she's never afraid to speak up and let you know what she thinks about shit, I honestly wish I had guts like her, Kayla on the other hand had guts like that.

"I'm the coach here, so just do as I say or freaking drop my class once and for all." says Mrs Smith.

"I wish." says Allison more to herself.

"Okay, chop chop, get to it." she claps her hands and blows her whistle and they all begin the sprints.

After nearly an hour of watching people wish they were never born in total pain, Mrs Smith blows her whistle and tells them to stop.

Finally, I can go take a shower.

As I stand up, I spot Allison laying flat on the grass, staring at the clear blue sky.

Every nerve in my body wants me to talk to her for some odd reason, I honestly don't like her bitchy attitude but I seem to find her very.. interesting.

I walk towards her and stand over her, letting my shadow hover over her body, her eyes are closed.

She opens one eye to look at me before balancing her body on her elbows.

"What is the color of your problem?" She sends me a murderous tiring look.

What is the color of your problem? Seriously? Who talks like that?

It still makes me smile.

"I don't know, blue." I shrug, deciding to play along.

"Blue is too good of a color for you to use as a problem." she jumps to her feet, her hazel eyes meeting mine.

She looks way shorter than me.

"Have you always been this short?" I try to touch the top of her head but she slaps my hand away.

"Call me short one more time, I dare you." she says in a daring tone.

"What are you gonna do? Fight my legs?" I laugh lightly.

"Do you really wanna know what I can do?" she steps closer to me, daring. I fucking love it.

I have no words for her so I just smile.

"Hey, guys." interrupts Amanda.

"Bye guys." She puts emphasis on guys then tries to walk away but I grab her wrist to stop her, just to irritate her a little more.

She glares at me.

"I think you might want to let her go." Amanda whispers beside me, I grin before letting Allison go.

"So uptight, huh?" I say to Amanda, watching her walk away.

"Allison has been my friend for a long time now and uptight is just one of the many things that she is." We start walking off the field.

"You're friends with her?" I ask, feeling a little shocked.

"Yes, we've been friends since freshman year, she pretty much let me in." she smiles, looking down at her shoes.

"But you're both just so.. different." I point out.

"I'll try not to take that as an insult." she points at me.

"No, of course not, you're cool, party-ish, social and nice while Allison is the complete opposite." I say honestly.

She sends me an amused smile.

"To me, that's what makes Allison a true friend and maybe opposite is what we all need." We continue walking off the field.

Opposite is what we all need.

It rang in my head.

She makes Allison sound like a good person when I know she's just a stuck up....

Well, bitch.

There's no better way to put it.