Guess who's back~~~!!

Hello all :) I'm super excited to say I'm writing again, kind of. I've been trying and I'm happy to present you with this update! I don't know if updates will become consistent again or not, so please don't expect them to be

This chapter is a 2200 word monstrosity. I'm super proud of this chapter and absolutely love how it turned out. This is the most I've written since November. The first... thousand(??) words are kinda, like, lowkey dirty or whatever so read at your own risk. (It's nothing bad and doesn't going into detail about anything.)

OH! Fun trivia for all of you. I was scrolling around the internet trying to find out of Lou Ellen was ever given a last name (she wasn't), when I found out Cecil's last name. I didn't know Cecil's last name until today while I was playing around. His name is Cecil Markowitz. I don't know if any of you guys knew that, but I didn't. Thought I'd share.

Another note: this is only going to last a few more chapters. Not sure how many more, but I'm still leaning toward 3-6. Be prepared for pain and misery and heartache.

Anyhoodles,

Enjoy~~~ 😆

- Nico_Solace

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=Will=

Alright, listen. Call me an idiot all you want. Say I'm stupid and reckless and irresponsible as much as you want. You can say it, but you can be sure I won't be listening.

Because the thing is, I really miss Nico. I've been running into him nonstop since I broke it off and it got to the point that I stopped moving my stuff out of his house in hopes that he would notice and start talking to me again. Even if it was to yell at me to get my shit out of his house.

That, evidently, was a good plan despite everyone telling me it wasn't. He approached me between classes about two weeks after I stopped taking my stuff over to Lou's.

"I want your shit out of my house." Nico growls before he even stops in front of me.

"My 'shit' is out of your house, Nico." I reply in a bored tone, trying to cover up how excited I am that he's even paying me any attention.

"It is? Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure I found one of your pillows in my guest room, one of your socks in my bathroom, and your soccer jersey in my closet."

"Well I guess I missed it then. I'll go-"

"Oh," he interrupts. "And I saw one of your bags in Hazel's room, a pair of your boxers under my bed, and a textbook of yours on my coffee table."

"Okay, so I have some stuff left over there. I'll go pick it up whenever you're not there, you know, since you hate looking at me so much."

"Hate looking...? What the actual fuck? When the hell did I say that?" His face scrunches in confusion.

"You don't have to. The overall body language and aggressive tone you've been using since walking over here has given me a pretty good idea. Oh, and the fact that you haven't talked to me in almost a month."

"Yeah, that month we spent apart because you broke up with me!" Nico screeches as the bell rings, singling the start of class.

"Listen, di Angelo, not that I want to get away from you, but I need to get to class." I pat his shoulder and try to slip past him, wanting nothing to do with this argument anymore.

He slams his hand against the locker in front of my face and glares at me. "You're not going anywhere, Solace."

"I'm sorry?" I ask incredulously. I look around at the rapidly emptying halls, noticing there's only one other boy in the hall with us.

"You heard me. You're not going anywhere."

"Excuse me?"

Nico glares at me for a moment longer before angrily slamming his lips against mine. I'm taken so suddenly by surprise that I don't even register what's happening until he bites roughly at my lip. That's when it kicks in that he's kissing me.

I push him off of me, but keep him in my space. I search his eyes for a moment, looking for something. What, I'm not sure.

"What the hell, di Angelo." I growl before I pull him back in and kiss him roughly.

I hoist him up and he wraps his legs around my waist. My hands automatically go to rest on his ass to hold him up and he moans. He straight moans and starts rocking against me as best he can in his position.

Reluctantly, I pull away from his addictive kisses and rest my forehead against his. Both of us are panting hard, but Nico obviously isn't done with me because he leans in and tries to recapture my lips, only succeeding in getting barely there pecks.

"Wait, Nico. Wait. I'm not doing this in a school hallway. Or school at all. I did that with Josie a few weeks ago and it was miserable and uncomfortable."

A flash of jealousy registers in Nico's eyes before he's unwrapping his legs from around me and grabbing my hand. "You're right. C'mon, let's go find somewhere more comfortable."

Nico smirks and holds his hand up, dangling my car keys between his fingers. I smirk; I didn't even feel his dig them out of my pocket. With his fingers entwined with mine, he leads me down the hall to the main door where we sneak out to my car.

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=Nico=

"Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Solace. Shit." I curse loudly as I grab the back of Will's head, wrapping my fingers around his hair tightly.

"If you keep being so loud, someone is going to find us out here." Will stops what he's doing to say.

"It's not my fault you have a fucking magical mouth gifted to you by whatever god is out there." I shift where I'm laying in the back seat of his car.

"I haven't even started yet! I'm literally just kissing your neck."

"My very sensitive neck that you have a habit of attacking whenever we're in situations like this."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just shut up before-" he doesn't get to finish telling me what will happen when a loud knock sounds on the fogged up window.

Grimacing, Will rolls down the window and glances up to see none other than Thalia Grace and Reyna Remirez standing outside the car.

"What the fuck are you doing in- oh." Thalia stops in the middle of her sentence when she sees me laying underneath Will. "Hey, Nico."

"Hey, Thalia. Been a while." I reply, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Uh, yeah." She has a faint blush that has been slowly growing up her face since the window was rolled down. "I was going to talk to Will, but it looks like you guys are pretty busy, so I'll leave you to it."

"No, no. You're fine. Do you need something?" Will says.

I look up at him in shock and see the smirk growing across his face. He's doing this to torture me. Groaning, I flop my head back against the car seat and settle in for some torture via Will Solace.

"Well... I was just gonna ask if you would help Reyna and I with... never mind. I'll ask you when you're... less occupied."

"If you're sure."

"Yeah, we are."

"Alright. See you in biology next period." Will rolls the window back up before they even walk away. "Now, my dear, where were we?"

"You were about to hurry the hell up and fuck me into the back seat of your car?" I ask, keeping my tone as innocent as I could.

Will lets out a chuckle and leans down, hovering over my neck for a moment. "If you insist."

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"So." Lou Ellen stands over me with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.

I look up from the hot cup of coffee I'm nursing between my fingers and raise an eyebrow at her.

"Are you and Will back together?" She asks.

I roll my eyes. Of course she'd want to ask that. "No."

"What do you mean 'no'?" She says loudly, voice shaking with anger.

"I mean no. What else could I possibly mean?" I reply. My patience with her is already running thin and the conversation just started. Yay.

"How about yes? Will told me what you guys did last period."

"Okay? Congratulations. You know that I got f-"

"Okay! Okay, shut up. It was bad enough hearing it from Will, I don't need you telling me, too. What I want to know is why you practically dragged him into... doing that and yet you're still uninterested in getting back with him."

"I never said I was uninterested in getting back with him. I never said I hated him, either. You and Will are really good at assuming."

"If you want to get back together with him, then why don't you?"

"Maybe because I'm having fun being fucked by every guy that looks at me." I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Why would anyone find that fun?" Lou Ellen looks disgusted. I feel a bit of pride grow in the pit of my stomach.

"Maybe because it feels really damn good." I attempt to keep of the façade that I'm actually enjoying my life right now.

"You're lying." Well damn.

"I am not."

"You are. Will told me you get this little crease between your eyes when you lie and its there now. You're lying."

"I do not!" I rub at the skin between my eyes, trying to feel if I actually do. "And anyway, it's not like he wants me anymore. He dumped me, not the other way around."

"He had every right to dump you." Lou says in this matter-of-fact, holier-than-thou tone that makes me want to throttle her.

My head snaps up from where I had been focusing on my coffee. "Excuse me?"

"He had every right to dump you. I didn't even want him dating scum like you anyway."

"'Scum like me'? What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Lou Ellen?" I push myself to my feet, not ready to be attacked when she's standing over me.

"It means exactly what I said. You're a piece of shit that's never going to amount to anything."

"And what the fuck gives you the right to say shit like that to me when you don't even know me?" I somehow manage to keep my tone calm and even, despite the rage boiling up in my stomach.

"Oh, you know," Lou holds up her hand, indicating she's about to count things off on her fingers. "Just the fact that you're failing every class, you fight everything that walks, you cuss at everything, break rules left and right, cheat on people... I could go on."

I snort, trying to calm the anger in me so I don't punch her right in the nose. I fake nonchalance by taking a sip of my coffee and checking my phone.

Without looking up from the glowing device in my hand, I answer her earlier statements. "Like I said, you don't know shit about me or my story, so I would back the fuck up before I prove you right and punch you straight in your crooked-ass nose."

"Excuse you." She shrieks, reaching up to cup her nose for a moment. "You wouldn't dare lay a finger on me."

Again, I snort but this time it's to hold back the laughter bubbling up in my chest. "Oh, really? And why's that, sweetheart?"

"Because if you hurt me, you lose any chance of ever getting Will back. I'm his best friend. He wouldn't want to date someone that hurt me."

Damn. Maybe she's right. I don't want to lose Will over something as petty as her. But, honestly, do I really care that much? I don't think I do. I have every right; she did provoke me. I take a moment to consider this as she continues rambling about Will and me losing his trust. I really hope she doesn't think I'm listening to her.

"Alright!" I interrupt her mid sentence. Surprisingly, she shuts up without arguing. "Listen. Maybe you're right about the whole Will thing; maybe I do want him back. That doesn't give you the right to sit here and make assumptions about my life when you've literally had one conversation with me; this one. You know nothing about me and you're really starting to piss me off and, as much as I may want Will back, I won't hesitate to break your face if you keep talking. And, contrary to what you may think you know, I don't hit girls. You are getting me very close to breaking that rule of mine, though. Now. Walk away before I hit you."

She snorts and glares down at me again. She's really stupid if she thinks I wasn't being genuine with my threat. "Listen here, you big failure-"

She doesn't get to finish her sentence. As soon as the word 'failure' is out of her mouth, my fist connects with her nose. It causes a sickening crack, but I don't stick around long enough to find out what happened.