I woke up from my dream and regretted it instantly. Its Wednesday and all I'm going to hear about in school today is the stupid festival. I'd honestly rather sleep and hang out with Nixon then actually live my life. I know its sad but its true.
I got out of bed and checked my phone on my dresser. There were some notifications and a missed face time call from Alissa as usual. She usually called in the morning to make sure that I woke up and didn't stay in "dream world". The first time I met Nixon I had slept through an entire day. It scared the hell out of my mom, Alissa, and Chloe. They said I just wasn't waking up no matter how hard they shook me or how much water they poured on me. I'm pretty sure they thought I was dead.When I did wake up I hesitated on telling either of them about him until I finally opened up to Alissa. I knew my mom or Chloe wouldn't understand so I left them out of my little secret.
I pulled down my covers and wobbled over to my joint bathroom. The first thing I always do is check out my appearance in the mirror. That usually tells me what type of day I'm going to have. I was going to reach for my toothbrush when I realized something about my face. Not really my face but my lips.
My lips were swollen.
"What the fuck," I whispered as I felt my lips with my own to hands to make sure I wasn't imagining things. Just as I thought they felt tender to the touch and my eyes widened. Maybe I kissed my pillow a little too hard last night? That had to be it because the alternative was.. impossible.
I decided that the best thing to do is accept that I was probably going crazy and am going to die alone. I shrugged it off and began to brush my teeth. After that I hoped in the shower quickly and shampooed and conditioned my hair. I came out the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist before picking up my comb and beginning the detangling process.
Grabbing my phone, I tapped on Alissa's missed face time call and it started to ring. Four seconds later she answered.
"So Sleeping Beauty lives!"
I giggled while grabbing a brush to smooth out my hair, "Of course I have to wake up to eat don't I?"
In the camera she was also brushing out her hair and going over big sections with a flat iron, "Well yeah but they're are other important things Bree."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Like how I just found out that James is totally still into you," she sad excitedly as she fixed her gold choker.
I sighed, "We talked about this. James isn't my type." I turned the camera and took off my towel as I got dressed.
"No offense but you're type is kinda non-existent. Me and Chloe are getting worried," she said chewing on something. Chloe was the type to get worried over things that she couldn't control or understand. She liked be sure of herself and loved being in control. I guess she just felt safer that way.
"Honestly, Chloe just doesn't understand my relationship with Nixon," I said as I slipped on my jeans.
"Yeah yeah. I'll pick you up in ten."
"You're dad gave you back your truck?"
"Yeah, my mom persuaded him to believe that I couldn't live without it."
"Lucky you," I said turning the camera back around. We were both fully dressed. Alissa had on a pale pink crop top with light denim blue jeans. She looked amazing of course.
She eyed me in the camera with approval, "You look sexy Bree just loose the braid when I get there okay," she said and then ended the call before I could say anything.
I headed over to my bed and grabbed the black Victoria's Secret book bag. It was filled with everything but the real essentials. My headphones and charger.
I opened my room door and headed down the stairs into the living room. My house wasn't small but it wasn't big either. It was comfy enough for 4 people and only 2 people lived here. My mom was on the couch waiting for her carpool. She works as a nurse at the local clinic.
"Bye mom," I called as I heard the horn to Alissa's truck outside.
"Wait Aubrey!"
I walked back over to her, "Whats up?"
"Don't forget dinner with your father," she said giving me a small smile. Her dirty blonde hair was piled into a bun on top of her head. Her light brown eyes also seemed to light up at the mention of my father.
I rolled my eyes and began walking away. "Don't remind me," I murmured.
I walked over to the front door and opened it while my mom followed timidly behind me. I hated the sound that her nurse scrubs made when she walked. After I hopped into Alissa's truck she waved then closed the front door to the house.
"You good Bree?" Alissa asked keeping her eyes focused on the wheel. I wonder how she knew I was mad.
"No not really. My dad is coming to meet me tonight for dinner."
She glanced over at me in shock, "No way! You gonna go through with it?"
I glanced down at my phone and began scrolling aimlessly, "I don't know, a part of me wants to meet him and another part says he's just gonna disappoint."
She sighed, "Well. You never know till you try, he might be a good guy or at least rich."
I did wonder what he would be like. Would he look like me? Was he rich or important or famous? Did he have a whole other family we didn't know about?
The truck slid into the school parking lot and it took no time to park. This is a pretty small high school everybody basically parked in the same spot everyday. Kinda like invisible name tags. Nothing ever changed and if someone new were to come it would be a shock to everyone. We both slid out of the truck and walked side by side into school.
The day went by as every other day. I had History first with Mrs. Landez, I sat by Chloe and the boy she was taking to the Fall Festival Kyle. Then I had Spanish and Mr. Gomez reminded me yet again how to properly ask to use the bathroom. Basically everything was bearable until lunch time.
I had gotten my cheese fries from the lunch line and paid like every other day but then I noticed James staring at me. He was sitting with some of his friends that I noticed from the Football and Basketball team. They seemed to be nudging him towards me. I already knew where this was headed so I bee lined for the table my friends usually sat at.
The table was empty and I looked around for Alissa or Chloe but I didn't see them anywhere. I decided to just take it and sit down at the bare table first. I ate my fries and scrolled through my phone too keep busy. 5 minutes later a chair squeaked and James Willis was sitting beside me with a shy smile. Yep, this is a set up.
"Hey Aubrey," he said giving me a cute smile. He was really cute with black hair and blue eyes. His skin was also gorgeously tanned.
"Whats up James?" I replied deciding to be polite. From behind James spotted Chloe and Alissa over at the table with James's friends. They were all looking at us and waiting for how the situation would go.
He cleared his throat before continuing, "I was wondering, would you wanna go to the Fall Festival with me?" I looked over at my friends who shot me a thumbs up before looking back at James. Well I mean he is super cute, definitely no Nixon for someone that's real he did alright.
I smiled and batted my eyelashes for added affect, "Sure, I'd love to."
He smiled showing all his teeth at my enthusiasm, "Okay uhm, what's your number?"
We exchanged phones and I noticed how my friends and his friends were in the back rejoicing. Hell, I think the whole lunch room noticed it to be honest. After exchanging numbers James asked me some questions to make small talk and I answered as was expected to. He wasn't really all that bad. But I could feel myself starting to like him just a little bit, and maybe that it bad.
At the end of the school day I began to feel really tired out of no where. My eyelids were heavy and I felt if I were being pulled into sleep. I struggled to carry myself and my bag to Alissa's truck.
"Whoa. You don't look so good," said Alissa steadying me and helping me into the car.
"I know. I have this like overwhelming need to sleep and its coming out of no where,"
She giggled a bit, "Maybe you should tell "Nixon" to let you get more sleep at night."
I tried to laugh along but my voice came out as a soft whisper.
I heard Alissa's voice call from a distance, "AUBREY?" But I was gone.
Dream-
I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in my dream and Nixon was there standing as glorious as ever. But he had a glint of anger and betrayal in his eyes. I was wearing the same dress that always wore in my dreams but this time I knew I had just been awake. It wasn't night time. Nixon was standing a few feet away staring at me with such an angry expression.
"Nixon? Whats going on?" I asked him running up to him.
He opened his mouth and then shut it again. His arms just reached around me and he embraced me. It felt good to be back in his arms so I embraced him back.
"Why did you say yes?" he whispered in my ear. My body froze at his words. Could he be..?
I gazed into his eyes and furrowed my brows, "You know about James?"
He released me from our embrace and we sat together among the flowers, "Of course I know about James. I know everything you do love."
Duh. He lives in my mind so he's bound to know every move I make. I gave out a breathe of relief. This was all my mind trying to show me that Nixon cared or whatever. He wasn't real and he didn't actually know about James.
I kissed him on the lips but he broke the kiss, "You still don't believe that I'm real," he said in disbelief. I rolled my eyes at him.
"I love you Nixon but this is all in my head."
He didn't like that not one bit. His green eyes changed and they began to glow, it was hypnotizing and terrifying. I began to back away from him because I wasn't sure that I was the one in control of this dream anymore or if I ever had been. He stalked after me and fangs protruded from his mouth. This was the final straw. I took off running down the meadow that seemed to never end. The tree's got thicker as I ran and the ground felt so real. I couldn't help but feel as if I were actually running for my life. All of a sudden Nixon appeared right in front of me knocking me backwards.
He grabbed my wrist and spoke in a deep voice, "I will kill him because you feel that he deserves you just as I do."
I shook my head, "No! I don't think that. My friends all have date's and I didn't want to go alone, please Nixon there's only you," I pleaded crying.
He used his other hand to wipe away my tears, "That doesn't change the fact that you said yes."
"I'm sorry," I sobbed into him as he brought me closer and kissed my forehead.
Bending down to my neck he began to trail kisses down. It felt like bliss and I tried to forget about his fangs or him trying to chase me like I was a goose.
He whispered into my neck, "He will die. And you will be very sorry,"
I glanced up to look at him with wide eyes. His eyes were glowing and the fangs had protruded. Nixon moved with amazing speed and bit my neck. I simply couldn't help the blood curling scream that followed.
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