Begin Again || Nate Maloley

|| Chapter 6

If you were just seeing him for the first time in forever, you would've never guessed Nate was stabbed a few nights ago. I wondered if Foosh ever found out or better yet if he paid that money back.

After I dropped my car off, I hopped in the backseat of the truck. Nate made it so that he sat in the back with me. He and I polished off the last of the pizza I brought along. Oh God he even looks cute when he chews his food, help me now. Foosh had trap music blaring as we whipped through the dark streets and Alex was busy trying to text while extremely high.

As the song faded out, I saw a chance to finally speak.

"I'm not even dressed for a party," I said. I looked down at my white ribbed tank top, boyfriend jeans & navy blue Vans.

Another song came on and Foosh showed no signs of turning it down. Nate still attempted to talk over it, thinking I could hear him. I made a gesture to let him know I didn't hear a single world and he scooted right next to me. He brought his lips to my ear and I nearly died inside.

"I said this ain't no preppy event, you'll be okay." His lips occasionally brushed my earlobe and I had to bite my lip before he saw.

Easy for him to say. He looked scrumptious in black pants, black Nikes, a black long sleeved shirt, & a black snapback. And the scruff on his face wasn't too much or too little. Now all I needed him to do was to stop licking his lips every 5 minutes and the pressure building between my legs will subside.

We pulled up to the house and there weren't too many cars for it to be a full-blown party. I got chills either from the A/C or just being nervous. I remember Andrea telling me about a time her friend went to a party in this same area and got mugged.

"Cold?" Nate asked me as he sipped up the last of his Slurpee.

"A little." I rubbed my arms, feeling all the goosebumps.

"Yo Foosh, you got an extra jacket?"

"Uhh, just mine," he responded as he parked. "But you can wear it, Liv."

"Thanks." When we got out the car, Foosh took off his Adidas track jacket and I put it on. I playfully posed for Nate. "How do I look?"

His bottom lip went between his teeth for a brief second as he analyzed me. "You good...come on."

As expected, we were greeted by a cloud of weed smoke. It was so thick, you could probably get contact high from it. But I heard that was a myth. I was still debating on what I would do if I got asked to smoke. The only thing stopping me from taking a few hits was the fact that it would make me hungry. I already had a ton of pizza, I didn't need to eat for the rest of the night. My old eating habits should stay in the past where I left them.

The boys did a bunch of handshakes & fistbumps. I was just lingering behind them like a lost child, getting weird looks from the other girls there. They knew I didn't belong. We made our way to the den where more guys were playing X-Box. It was a complete sausagefest until Foosh asked where the girls were and another guy, who I later learned was the infamous Big Mike, told him they were 'on the way'.

It was awkward just standing there against the wall, checking my phone every two seconds for messages I wasn't expecting. My guess was that everyone else on my Tumblr was out since it barely updated itself when I refreshed. Nate finally turned his attention back to me and placed his hand on my back. I froze.

"Are you thirsty?"

As hell.

"Yeah," I cleared my throat and nodded. "Parched."

He led me to the kitchen and I looked at all the random bottles lined up. Some were handles & some were miniature, ranging from gin to whiskey.