Nick smirked.
"You're on, missy." Nick stuck out his hand, and feeling a little smug I shook his hand. "By the way, Smarty Pants, you got five of your questions wrong."
Nick nodded his head in the direction of my own homework. I wrinkled my face, stupid homework.
"These are science questions and she doesn't even check the answers. I really do the math part, but the actual question part I could write 'every green fry is at war with Santa Clause' and show her. She wouldn't care or even notice, she just notices that there is work in that area of the paper. I will still receive the homework grade for this work. Plus science isn't really my thing."
Nick rolled his eyes with the lopsided grin on his face. A small smile formed on my own lips. Stupid Nick March.
It had been a little over a week since Thanksgiving and things had been surprisingly well for the two of us. Even school has not been bang-my-head-against-the-wall awful. The days were flying by so fast. We still haven't heard anything from our parents, but the situation overall was so strange. Nick and I do talk about how much we miss our families. I would have thought that I would have heard something from my family, anything at all by now…
My sixteenth birthday was approaching. I knew it wasn't a big deal, but I just thought I would have heard something from my family at least about my birthday, even if it was just a card. That birthday was supposed to be the sweet sixteen; it wasn't like I was planning of having a sweet sixteenth worthy of MTV. I could work for my permit after that birthday which was only one step closer to getting my licenses. My friends had been so wrapped up around the marriages that they seemed to have forgotten that my birthday was just around the corner. Not that I could blame them considering I was barely remembering myself. I really wasn't going to bring it up to them considering this past month has been pretty crazy.
"So, Rach," Nick started up again, his pencil being twirled around his fingers. "Isn't your birthday this month?"
"Yeah?" I responded, putting my own pen down and raising an eyebrow at him.
"When is it?" Nick drew his words out as if I was supposed to know that was the original question.
"December tenth, why?"
I locked my eyes on his sapphire ones narrowing mine at his randomness. My birthday had nothing to do with our homework. He was up to something. There was always a reason behind a question.
"I was just wondering." Nick shrugged.
"Lies, so tell me the truth," I pressed on.
"I did tell you, I-was-just-wondering," Nick spoke, making sure to enunciate each of those words distinctly.
"You aren't me so that isn't an answer," my voice was rougher.
Nick just stood up and walked into the kitchen. He was not going to get out of answering me that easily. I got up and followed him into the kitchen just to see him standing in front of the wide open fridge. Nick was so focused on the world before him. I leaned against the door frame as I felt the cold air hit me. Nick turned to look at me; his eyes sent chills down my spine.
Nick asked, "Are you okay?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I was just thinking about this whole marriage thing."
"God, is there any time when we couldn't talk about that. Can't we just live a little without talking about it?" Nick groaned, shutting the fridge after taking a soda out and going towards to cabinets for a glass.
"If you haven't noticed, Nick our marriage isn't exactly avoidable," I started, as he kept his back to me. "Nick, for Pete's sake, your room is across from mine, and can't I just tell you what I'm thinking?"
Nick turned to face me.
"Do I have to let you finish?" Nick asked, his eyebrow disappearing under his long hair before a smirk twinkled in his eyes. "Rach, that whole room thing doesn't have to be an issue, you can move into my room."
My pulse picked up as I felt the heat rise to my face. I wondered how dark a shade of red I was turning, but the huge grin on his face kept growing. Why did he have to have so much fun making me blush?
"No it has to be that way because you and I aren't going to be sharing a room," I responded, crossing my arms over my chest firmly. "Can't I say this last thing please?"
I could hear the whine in my voice.
"Will you let it go if I listen to you?" Nick replied, softer than before.
"Yes," I answered, the heat still not leaving my face. "At least for a little while anyway."
Nick muttered, as he glimpsed back to the fridge, "I guess that's the best I'm going to get from you isn't it?"
The room was silenced.
"Fine go ahead Rach."
"Never mind, I forgot."
He shook his head. God, I'm such an idiot with the male gender.
A shuffle of papers came from the other room. I turned away from Nick and the silence that had filled the kitchen, to find that the mail had been delivered through the mail slot. We didn't get normal mail, it was usually stuff the school would normally give as fliers in homeroom, so mostly school activities and up-keepings.
"Oh great," I grumbled. "They're having a dressed up dance for our grade this month." My face scrunched up. I hated dancing.
"When?" Nick questioned, as he came to stand behind my shoulder.
"December twenty-fourth," I answered, my heart beating hard against my ribs as his chest was touching my back. "Christmas Eve. Now they must not be religious, having a dance that night…"
"Well it isn't like we could go to church anyway that night," Nick commented, as he placed his head alongside of mine so he could read the fliers too.
My throat got tight. Nick's cheek was almost touching mine.
"What if we win the case
