Creative Writing: The Eighth Joke

Thank god, Nico had given Max and I mint tic tacs after our throw up accident.

Otherwise, I don't think I'd have experienced a lengthy kissing session with Nolan.

His hands cupped the sides of my face and forcefully tilted my chin up to kiss him . . . comfortably.

Truth be told, the last thing I expected from the idiot on this trip was a desperate and passionate kiss. His cool lips claimed mine as their own. I shut my eyes and grasped his collar tightly, pulling him as close to me as possible. Our bodies pressed against each other's and all I wanted was to stay in this position forever. A fluttery feeling entered my stomach. Maybe my rapidly beating heart finally dropped out of its location.

I raised myself on my tippy toes and moved

Unfortunately, I didn't expect rage to hit his eyes or for him to step forward and slam his hand flat against the brick wall next to my head. I almost jumped in surprise.

"The eighth breakup is something far more important than you can understand," he enunciated each word, his tone laced with bitterness. Something inside me felt a blow. He didn't consider me important at all! After all the troubles I suffered through because of him, he indirectly called me an unimportant--actually, he seemed to consider me just another breakup! "You'll never understand."

He stormed off in a spontaneous direction.

Running a hand over my face, I clenched my hands into fists and leaned against the wall.

The only reason why he kissed me was because he wanted to show Nico. He didn't even considered me important after all the things he put me through or all the things I did for him! Sometimes, I wished Nolan would see and understand the world beyond broken hearts and revenge schemes. Truth be told, from his perspective, it was if he wasn't happy, then none of his girlfriends had the right to be happy either.

A psychologist or a therapist.

Exactly what he

Paris established the tourists staying put in their spot while I was to be taken to a "special area." Nico sauntered around for a bit before setting me down on a hard sofa. The scarf was brought away from my face.

I tried to sneak a glance at my surroundings when I saw Paris and Nico both watching me.

"Quit the charade, Helen," Paris said sharply. "You're so lucky my parents aren't home." Relieved at those heavenly words, I sat up with my eyes wide open. We were in a plain room with one bed and a few paintings on the wall. "What exactly are you doing here?" Paris stood with his arms crossed and mouth pressed in a thin line.

"I need to talk to Ruth. Five minutes is all I ask. I promise."

His nose flared. "RUTH!" Paris screamed agravated. Even Nico seemed shocked for a moment. Paris's sister came in running and stopped short in the doorway when she saw me.

"Helen?"

I waved a hi. Bafflement remained on her small face. "Ruth, I just want to know if you have any information or ideas about the girl Nolan dated after you," I said. "Anything."

Ruth blinked back and forth between Paris and I.

"Just tell her if you know anything," Paris sighed,