Surviving Elite High

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We spent the entire morning eating cereal and watching television. We had an amazing time. At noon, he ordered a large pizza and gave Eric, the pizza delivery guy, the tip of a lifetime. He was so happy with his one hundred dollar bill that he gave us extra cheese, ketchup packs, and ground pepper. After Nick consumed three fourths of the pizza, he turned to me.
    “You spend the entire day alone?”
    “Yeah, my mom works all day. She usually comes home after nine.”
    “Whoa, I never thought we'd have that in common.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Well, my parents are always traveling. I barely get to see them. I hate being alone in my house. It's too big and I feel lonely.”
    “I know what you mean, but they work hard so you can have everything you want.”
    “Maybe, but your mom works harder.”
    “Yes, except that my mom makes way less than your parents. You're welcome here anytime.”
    Nick smiled warmly. Suddenly, his phone lit up. It was Allison again.
    “This chick is starting to tick me off! What the hell is she thinking? Doesn't she get the message?”
    “Apparently not.”
    Nick nodded while he pressed the answer key.
    “Stop calling me! I don't want to hear shit from you anymore!”
    My heart stopped. He silently listened to her for a few seconds and then continued.
    “Yes, I fucked your two best friends! I fucked the entire squad behind your back and they loved my dick.”
    My jaw dropped. I could not believe that Nick admitted that to Allison. I felt bad for her.
    “Stopped crying and calling me names because you're the same shit! You think I didn't find out about what happened a week after we began dating? I swore to get back at you! Yes, Samantha told me while I was banging her.”
    Apparently, Allison cheated on Nick a week after they got together. Samantha was one of Allison's best friends. Isabelle was the other one.
    “Tell Isabelle to shut the fuck up because she went down on my dick for the last two weeks!”
    My jaw dropped open. Nick was such a bad ass.
    “Allison, you and your gang of whores could go to hell for all I care! Leave me the fuck alone!”
    Nick hung up.
    “Drama, drama, drama. What did I get myself into?”
    “Nick, sooner or later, you'll have to face your mistakes. So, prepare for the worst.”
    “You're scaring me,” Nick answered with a faint smile.
    “If you want to change, you'll have to face your mistakes so you can move on with your future.”
    “I know,” Nick agreed as he sighed. “Thanks. If it wasn't for your words of wisdom and support, I'd be drinking my ass off and having more sex.”
    “No! No drinking and no more sex,” I told him, smiling.
    “Does masturbation count as sex?” he asked with smirk.
    I laughed.
    “No, no it doesn't. Go crazy with your hand.”
    Nick chuckled.
    “Do you want to give me a hand?” Nick asked.
    “What?” I asked him as my heart skipped a few beats.
    Nick chuckled. I didn’t know what he meant or why he was laughing. Suddenly, his laughter died out and he extended his right hand to me.
    “Come here, Johnny Cake.”
    I hesitated at first, but I wanted to let him do anything he wanted to me. I slowly walked to where he stood. Before I knew it, he had grabbed me into a headlock and rubbed his fist on my head. Somehow, that was male bonding time for him. Regardless of that, he smelled so good. Nick let me go and laughed at my hair.
    “That hurt!” I told him as I combed my short hair.
    “Sorry kiddo. I need to rough you up. That way, you can stand up for yourself. What if a bully comes around?”
    “Well, you did promise to protect me.”
    “True, but I won't be with you all the time. You have to learn to put up a fight.”
    He was right. What if Nick hadn’t been around the previous night? Matthew would have raped me, beat the shit out of me and ditched my body inside a drain. I was lucky that Kitty, Madison and Nick had been around to protect me. Alone, I would have been dead meat a long time ago.
    “I'm

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