Begin Again || Nate Maloley

|| Chapter 7

I took a shower and changed into the white cardigan, black tank top & black shorts that I had packed the night prior. Nate followed and when he was finished, he came into the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I admired the water dripping off his wet dark hair and trickling down his chest, disappearing into the valleys of his abs. I whimpered as low as I could and darted out of the room without a word as soon as I finished finger-combing my wet hair up into a bun. It was a shocker how normal I felt, not even hungover. Maybe because I wasn't concentrating on it. I was concentrating on the thought of the glistening Greek Adonis in this very house.

When I got downstairs, I saw Foosh snacking on a Pop Tart. By the looks of his hair and face, he had just woken up.

"That's breakfast?" I asked.

"Not really," he said with a full mouth. "We're going to our buddy Sam's crib for breakfast. His girl is cooking. You wanna go?"

"Sam...Wilkinson?" 

"Who the fuck is that?" His face scrunched up. "His last name is, uh...shit, what is it? Potter? Potorff? Portoff? Doesn't fucking matter."

"Oh...yeah I guess I'll go."

"Go where?" I heard Nate say as he hopped off the bottom stair. He only had on sweatpants and put his very large white t-shirt on in front of me.

No, take it back off, honestly.

"She's comin' with us to Sam's for breakfast," Foosh informed him.

Nate looks at me with a slight smile. "First you want me to tell you how I like it and now you're inviting yourself to breakfast? Check you out."

"Wait, what?" Foosh looked very intrigued.

My eyes widened. "Nothing. I don't know what he's talking about."

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At Sam's house, I was hanging out in the kitchen with his girlfriend Selena while the boys were out on the front porch smoking weed without a care in the world that they'd get caught. Sam was shorter than me but he was tatted up with a crazy amount of piercings. 

"It's nice to see Nate finally has a girlfriend," Selena said as she cracked the last egg into a large bowl.

"Oh, no, I'm not his girlfriend," I chuckled. "Just a friend."

"Oh sorry. It's just...the way he looked at you, I thought...nevermind," she smiled. "Do you like your eggs scrambled?"

"Yeah, scrambled is fine, thanks. Are you sure you don't need any help?"

"I got it." She poured some of the beaten egg into the hot pan and it sizzled. 

"Okay, well where's the bathroom?"

"Upstairs and to your right."

"Thanks."

I left the kitchen and made a quick pit stop in the living room. Sam lived with his Aunt who was currently out of town. I could tell she was a collector of novelty items and had countless picture frames. The boys chatting outside made for great background noise since the window was open.

"I'm telling you, you can't fucking rap," I heard Sam say.

"I rap better than all you muhfuckas," Nate proclaimed.

"Spit somethin' then, Skizzy Skate," Foosh spoke.

"Nah, ya'll might steal my shit."

This caused them all to break out into laughter including Nate himself. I silently laughed along with them as I continued looking at hung photographs of Sam as a child.