Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 37 - Nic

a/n: i got abt 10 more minutes before 40 milli-vanilli grams of this adderall kicks in, lemme tell u somethin. im feeling pretty intelligent rn. ask me anything, i bet i can answer that shit lickity-shplit yaheard. yo milo-

America somehow thought that Nic and Cierra were the perfect couple, and that was enough to make him walk over to Harry.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

Harry nodded, throwing an arm over Nic's shoulder. "What's up, kid, you good?"

Nic hated being called kid, but he liked Harry, so he decided to let it slide.

"Can I leave tonight?"

Harry furrowed his eyebrows at the question, and Nic hoped to fuck he didn't get all invasive. He was wearing Elan's shirt, had a fuck ass hairstyle, and his sanity on this villa was running thin by the second. 

Plus, Olandria was talking to Zak like he was the funniest guy to exist, and that made him want to walk over and punch the shit out of him.

 "Uh...why would you want to do that?"

Nic licked the inside of his cheek. "I just...I dont want to be here."

Harry brought a fist up to his chin, and nodded slowly. "I...look, this challenge? Proof that America loves you! Proof that you might win this competition. And you want to leave? Nic, you're not an idiot. Stay, alright? You're a fucking star."

Harry faked a laugh and Nic was starting to hate him. Which was fucked up, because Harry was the cool producer--chill, refilled their snacks, asked funny questions during the confessionals.

All of a sudden, Nic could hear speaking coming from Harry's headset. Harry excused himself before Nic could even say what he wanted to say.

Well fuck it. Nic was running on two hours of sleep and pure rage.

In a bustle of rage, Nic swiftly took his ass to the bedroom and rummaged around until he found his suitcase. Immediately, he began throwing his little bit of shit he packed in it. He wasn't sure how this whole fucking thing worked, but he'd stand at that walkway the way he did a couple of nights ago and wait for a black car to pick him up.

No Olandria to open the door, no garden date, no butterflies in his stomach. Just a hotel room and a flight back to Florida, all of America wondering why he left.

"You seriously leaving?"

He looked up with a jump, startled out of his fucking mind.

Pam was glaring bullets into his head, chewing her gum. And now was the time for Nic to admit that the woman scared the living shit out of him.

She was tall and slender, gaunt face and tired eyes that glared daggers into everybody. She was always chewing gum, like she was wishing she could chew everyone's head off. Her voice was a bit raspy, and she had this no-nonsense air to her.

Nic always thought of his mean ass science teacher from the 6th grade, who hated his silly antics. 

But Nic wasn't in the 6th grade anymore, and he wasn't being silly.

"Yeah, I want to leave," Nic said firmly. His voice wobbled. He wished he were better at hiding his emotions. 

Pam stared at him. Fuck, he wished he told Harry. He would've understood, would've got him to the hotel asap. Pam was probably going to lock him on the vil-

"Ok."

She popped her gum.

Nic blinked. Once. Twice.