Well, since I can't edit my first post, I'll just slowly post parts of the story *sighs*
Ah well, whatevs xD
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Chapter One:
Encounter
Nikka walked into the school wistfully, wishing to be somewhere else. "Nikka!!" someone nearby called. She groaned, already sure who it was. "Hello Claire.." she mumbled, trying to walk faster. "Hey! Wait Up Nik!" she yelled again. Nikka winced. She had used her most hated nickname. She sighed, and stopped before she was embarassed further.
"Nikky, what're you doing tomorrow? Mark wanted me to ask," Calire said with a smirk. "I'm.... cleaning.. my.. dad's car!" she lied quickly. Clair smiled apologetically. "I'll tell him that," she said with a small laugh. Nikka nodded, thankful. Claire bounced away, too happy. "Aww, why the long face Niks?" a voice asked from behind her. Nikka jumped, and whirled around, hitting whoever it was in the nose.
"I'm soo sorry Jake!" Nikka mumbled, for the hundredth time. "I already said I forgived you Nikky.." he replied in a nasally voice. She held back a laugh. "What're you doing here? I thought you moved to Ohio!" she said excitedly. Jake and Nikka had been childhood friends, until he moved away. "My Dad got reloacated. It was near here, so we moved," he replied, again in that weird voice. "Well, I'm glad you did," Nikka said, throwing her arms around his neck.
"So, what're you're classes?" she asked after a moment of silence. "Uhm, here, just look at this," he said, taking out a sheet of paper. Nikka compared the classes in her head. "Hey! We only have two classes apart!" she said, excited for once. Jake smiled, "I'm glad for that, but you need to get going. They'll be mad at you for being late the first day!" he said with a laugh. "Oh! Thanks Jakey!" Nikka exclaimed, bounding out of the room with a wave.
12:15. Lunch already? Nikka sighed. She'd already missed half of the day, so what good was it? Should she ditch now? Nah. She'd get in trouble for it at some point. So, Nikka stalked into the cafiteria. Mumbling pointless words under her breath, she found an empty table. Nikka was already the outcast, so what good was any of it going to do? Quietly, she pulled a sack lunch out of her backpack, and dug in. But, stopped suddenly. A chill crept up her back. "Mind if I join you?" a smooth voice asked. Nikka slowly let her eyes rise to his face.
She choked. His eyes widened slightly, but he calmed after she had taken a drink, and stopped gagging. Nikka flushed and shook her head. He smiled brilliantly, and sat down across from her. "Sorry about that.." she gasped, taking another swig of her Coke. "S'okay. What's you're name?" he ased. "Nikka Vallor," she replied automatically, surprising herself. He chuckled. "Blaik Lockwell," he said with another brilliant smile. Nikka swooned, and almost fell off of her chair. Blaik's hand shot out, and caught her elbow. A shock passed through his hand, and into her arm. Nikka quickly pulled back, but he was quicker.
"I'm sorry..." he murmered quietly. Nikka's eyes were still wide, but she managed to nod. "Are you well?" he asked, studying her pale face. She quickly shook the surprise off, and nodded. "I'm fine," she said warmly. Blaik smiled once more. Nikka flushed. He murmered something under his breath, too quick for her to hear, but she caught her name. "What was that?" she asked. He glanced up quickly. "Nothing," he said quickly. Blaik froze then, his eyes drifting to something Nikka couldn't see. "I should go," he said with an amused smile on his face. "Wha?" Nikka asked, but he was gone.
