We could not fight. We sophomores were shoved out of the school as if we were lepers. No one had the cure for what we had so we were forced to leave. We weren't even given time to put our instruments away.
"I can't believe they're doing this to us," a guy a few people in front of me yelled, turning around to face the school while he shouted both hands were flipping off the school.
"Those morons tricked and forced us into these marriages. Now because of them we can't even do anything even if it's school related," Willow screamed holding her instrument case, swinging it heavily.
"Could this get any worse? First we're not being able to be with our families. Second we have to spend God knows how long being married to someone who we didn't pick. Now we can't even have a social life," I grumbled, my voice hitting some higher octaves.
I was on a new level of irritation than I had been lately.
"Yeah, you can count me out of saying what I'm grateful for this year," Willow gave a dry laugh as she spoke.
As an angry mob we marched into our prison homes. We couldn't let go of our fury. I stomped into our house and slammed the door shut behind me. There was Nick still on the couch where I had left him. His legs were outstretched, posture relaxed. Lucky bastard.
"You haven't moved," I said, as I dropped my coat and instrument case on the ground not caring how loud it was I didn't care at this point.
I was done holding back with Nick.
"Rachel weren't you not supposed to come home until around five?" Nick asked with his eyebrows fused together. "I'll have you know I did start things and they're in the oven."
"I can't believe them. Ah, I can't take this I'm going to change," I growled and mumbled.
I stomped out of the room with incoherent words muttered under my breath. Once I was alone behind the closed door of my room I changed into the most comfortable pajamas that I had. I changed into an oversized t-shirt that was a man's extra large and satin like material pants that were blue with clouds all over them. I came out and Nick was not in sight, craning my neck I saw that he was in the kitchen.
"Need help?" I offered, still very bothered by the whole situation, but I figured I should probably help make dinner since it was Thanksgiving dinner for the both of us.
"Okay, you can help, but please stay away from the knives. We don't need you on this level of rage with knives."
I narrowed my eyes then I made my way over to Nick as he still had his back to me. The muscles through his t-shirt were noticeably stiff.
"Thanks," I spoke feeling the bitterness seep through each word wishing that I could tap into my emotions and hit him once again.
I had been thinking about doing that again for a bit now.
"That's almost done and the recipe calls to put in a teaspoon," Nick commented after a few moments of silence.
I held up two different spoons.
"Which one is a teaspoon?"
Nick quickly glanced up then back to fussing over the food.
"How the hell would I know Rachel?"
I shrugged putting the one in my left hand back into the drawer. "Well it's this one now."
"Cooking takes too long," Nick piped up a few minutes later.
"No it doesn't Nick." I rolled my eyes thinking back to the meals that I have made or helped make at home.
"You weren't here to start the food," Nick responded, with an even tone as he peeked into the oven.
"I couldn't have been here because I actually do stuff at school, Nick," I barked louder than I meant at him as I turned to face his back.
"Just because I don't do school activities doesn't mean I don't do anything," Nick's voice rose just a little bit, he still did not face me, but was trying so hard to control his anger and it showed in his muscles as the utensils were clenched in his hands.
Nick's knuckles were turning white and I could only imagine that his jaw was rigid.
"I didn't say that. You're twisting my words," I shot back.
"Then what the hell are you trying to say?" Nick yelled finally facing me, so his sapphire eyes were peering into mine.
"I don't know, stop yelling at me!"
My own hands were tight at my sides as I placed them firmly on my hips. Holding my head high I attempted to glare Nick down. It was the battle of stubbornness. I was not going to back down. I was not going to back down after all he was the one kissing others and not telling me.
"Then stop yelling and nagging me!"
Nick so didn't want to let me slide with my attitude. He towered over me. Nick was changeling my willful personality. Not many saw that side of me in school and he was in for a rude awakening.
"If you don't want to listen to me then go to your girlfriend." I pointed one of my hands towards the door for him.
"What the hell are you babbling about now?" Nick was shaking his head while his voice was rough.
"Don't play dumb. You still have your girlfriend."
"You're nuts," Nick shouted using his index fingers to create circles near his head.
"Am I? I saw you two kissing the other week. You two were exchanging spit in the halls." I stabbed Nick square on his chest with my finger.
"I was breaking up with her." Nick rolled his eyes; his voice was filled with frustration.
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