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Complicated Feelings [BOOK ONE] ✔

By nogitsunechey All Rights Reserved ©

Drama / Other

III

“Without complexity, there’s no intensity.” - Alexandra Adornetto


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I wake up to the sound of people cheering and cursing, the loudest of them being male obviously. I groan and check my phone. 9am. What the heck could they be doing at 9am on a Saturday that could be so damn annoying? I put my pillow over my head and try to muffle the cheers and curses, but, of course, it doesn’t work.

I get up and get dressed. I pull on my acid wash skinny jeans, a random t-shirt and my blue converse. I brush my messy blonde-brown hair and sigh. I tidy up my bed and fold up my pj’s. I walk into my bathroom and brush my teeth. All the while, trying to ignore the repetitive cheers and groans.

I walk out of my room and go to the rumpass room, where the noise seems to be coming from. Lucy and Zeke are playing FIFA, Harriet is sitting on the sofa smirking, Layne is cuddling up to her, and Nick is standing at my window, staring at the sea of houses. I smile and walk over to him.

“Take a picture,” I suggest. “It’ll probably last longer.”

Nick jumps a foot and curses. I burst out laughing and the noise from FIFA stops. Nick’s face goes bright red and Harriet chuckles. Layne, Lucy and Zeke start laughing and pretty soon we’re all laughing our heads off, even Nick, whose face is still bright red.

“Sorry, Nick,” I apologise. “That was just the perfect opportunity.”

“It’s alright, Clara,” Ni says, his Irish accent thick.

FIFA resumes and Zeke curses when Lucy scores a goal, a giant grin on her face. I smirk at them and realise that they act like they are brother and sister. I look at Nick and he smiles at me, his blue eyes dancing with mischief and humour. Mischief isn’t a good thing with any of the boys or girls in this room, especially Nick.

“What are you thinking, Nick?” I ask, not sure if I want to know.

“Prank time,” Nick says, grinning.

I sigh and push my hair out of my face. “Who are you pranking this time?”

We are pranking Harriet.”

“How?”

“Hmm... I’ve got it!”

“Come on. Don’t leave me hanging.”

“We prank her by saying that we are dating, and we’ll get Layne, Lucy and Zeke to help.”

“I’ll get Mum to help.”

I dash downstairs and run into the kitchen. Mum is going through the fridge, getting stuff ready for lunch, and I get the perfect idea. I sit on one of the stools and plan out what is going to happen. I have the feeling that this prank is going to have Hell thrown at us afterwards. Mum shrieks when she turns around and sees me.

“Sorry,” I apologise, my face flushing in embarrassment.

“It’s alright, dear” Mum assures me, putting everything on the bench.

“Would you be able to help me and Nick?”

“What are you up to this time?”

“We are pranking Harriet.”

“How?”

“Nick and I are going to say that we are dating, and see the look on her face.”

“Are you really dating?”

“You wish,” I laugh.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Get her down here and get her to help you make enough lunch for Lucy, Zeke, Layne, herself, you, Robert, Nick and me. Nick and I will handle the rest.”

“Got it.”

“Thanks, Mum.”

“Anytime.”

I grin and run upstairs. I walk into the rumpass room and notice that Nick is playing against Lucy, Zeke is sitting on the sofa with Harriet, and Layne is nowhere in sight. I lean against the couch behind Nick and play with his hair. Nick tenses for a second before realising that it is just me. Harriet looks at us and I ignore her confusion filled stare. I lean down and put my mouth near Nick’s ear.

“Mum’s on board,” I murmur.

“Good,” Nick whispers. “What are you doing?”

“Secret touches for effect.”

“People only do that when they’re-Ohh.”

“Got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now go along with it.”

I pull away and notice Harriet staring, actually, more like glaring, at Nick. I shoot Harriet a glare of my own and her mouth drops open, her eyes starting to brim with tears. I had never glared at her before, and now she has seen my deadly glare. Her eyes also fill with hurt and I turn away, not wanting to see her cry.

“Harriet!” Mum calls.

“Coming, Lissa,” Harriet yells.

She runs down the stairs and her footsteps soon fade into the kitchen. Nick pauses the game and Lucy curses, glaring playfully at Nick. He rolls his eyes and I grin. Zeke looks from Nick to me several times, confusion clear on his face, something I’ve never seen before.

“Layne, get in here!” Nick calls.

“What are you up to this time?” Zeke asks suspiciously. “That grin, Clara, is nothing but trouble.”

“We’re pranking Harriet,” I explain, my grin growing.

“How?” Layne asks, suddenly interested. “We hardly prank her, so this better be good.”

“Nick and I are going to say we are dating, we actually aren’t. We want you three to record the whole thing.”

“It’s a good prank, Clara,” Lucy says, a small smile on her face.

“Will it work?” Zeke asks.

“I hope so,” Layne says, gleeful. “I’m counting on it.”

“She’s coming,” I hiss.

FIFA resumes and Nick scores the winning goal. He jumps up cheering and pulls me into a hug. Harriet walks in and I kiss Nick on the cheek. Harriet stands there staring at us gobsmacked for a minute before exploding.

“What the hell is going on?!” Harriet demands.

“We were going to tell you earlier,” I begin.

“Tell me what?”

“Nick and I are dating.”

Harriet freezes and and a number of emotions cross her face, none of them good. I gulp and glance at Nick, knowing that this was a good thing to do. Nick bites his lip and I see fear in his eyes. We turn back to Harriet and she glares at Nick.

“Explain yourselves,” Harriet growls.

“Harriet,” Nick starts.

“You’ve been pranked!!” everyone cries.

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