The next morning, I caught sight of Nate talking to Cassie by his locker. His neighbouring locker was empty, so she must've claimed the spot. Seeing them together made me feel a sort of protectiveness- or was it jealousy? I walked up to them.
"Nate!" I said, energetically. As he turned, I grabbed the sides of his face and angled his lips down to mine. He smelled his usual cologne, and the sharb stubs of freshly shaven mustache grazed uncomfortablly against my skin, and the rest against my fingertips.
I pulled away. "I see you've met Newton?" I directed the question at him, but I said that for her to hear.
"I thought your name was Casey."
I pulled him away and dragged him down the corridors with me. "Bye, Newton."
He sped up to catch up to me. "Well, she seems nice."
I scoffed. "All right, you're already in love with her. What were you talking about anyways?"
His hands gripped mine tighter. He had no calluses on his palm. I knew that, but it was always a strange feeling against mine. "Nothing. All I'm saying is that she seems to be a pretty decent girl. Is this the same transfer you were so worried about? It doesn't look like she could pull anything on you."
I wrangled my hands out of his grasp. He never understood anything I said, anyways. We started talking after becoming friends in Math, and began dating halfway through last year. But I can't see anything with him.
Our lives are just so different - hes the usual stud of Clayton Prep, rich daddy and present mommy. And it wasn't a whirlwind romance, he wanted something more and I gave it to him. I liked him enough - Nate was one of my best friends. But it's not love, that I'm sure about. I don't feel anything for him.
