First Choice (Sam Wilkinson/Nash Grier)

Chapter 98

Jasmine's POV

It's still so hard to wrap my head around the past 24 hours and how chaotic they were. So much seems to have changed between Nash and I. My guard is up and I know so much about his past that I didn't before. I've still got so much questions but I don't want to push him.

Nash isn't open like I am and I'm afraid he will shut me out like he always does. Learning about his past with Katie was the hardest, finding out she was his first was unsettling and I'm still not over it.

I've now told Nash I loved him a handful of times since what Sam said to me last night. I can barely remember much of last night but what Sam said to me has been stuck in my mind since. More particularly why he would say that and if it was true. I guess I've excepted it is.

I was so hurt yesterday when I saw Nash with Katie, almost as hurt as I was when I used to see Sam with Sarah before I got used to it. You always know you care for someone when it hurts like that and I've excepted that my feelings for Nash are just that strong.

The sex we had in his car is proof enough. It was so intense, I couldn't get enough of his body, I wanted to go over and over again. I couldn't even stay mad at him, I was so rushed that we forgot the condom. I've never felt like more of an idiot but Nash and I rolled out of bed after working everything out and headed straight to a drugstore so I could get the Plan-B morning after pill.

I've been paranoid all morning, I've drove myself insane worrying about if it doesn't work. I'm only 17, I'm not ready for any of that. Nash looked terrified last night in his car after he told me. Of the few things I remember, the look on his face is one of the most memorable.

The walk up my drive way when we get back is strangely warmer than usual, the seasons are beginning to change and the tress on my lawn are beginning to sport budding flowers. Nash grabs my hand in his and I smile at him as we walk through the front door. My mom is sitting on the couch when I walk in and the look on her face is enough to make my mouth dry.

"Where the hell were you last night?" She asks loudly as she stands from the couch and crosses her arms in front of her chest. In all my heartache and anger yesterday, I never texted my mom that I was going to that party. My mom is pretty easy going when it comes to me going out as long as I always keep her updated on where I'm at.

"I-I was at a party and I forgot to text you, I'm sorry." I blush as I look at Nash and he glances at me nervously. I will be mortified if I get yelled at in front of him.

"You're sorry? I was up until midnight worried about you and than you come home loud as shit, wailing and whatever else you were doing down the hallways and I wake up this morning and you're gone again!" She shouts, throwing her hands in the air in frustration. I fidget nervously as she stares at me. Her face is turning red and I know that I messed up.

"I know, I'm sorry I shouldn't have gone somewhere without letting you know. I forgot and I take full responsibility. I promise I won't do it again." I say desperately. She is on the verge of dishing out my punishment and I don't know what she'll do. I never really get punished because my mom is so easy going so I've got no idea what to expect.

"Oh I know you wont, you're gonna have a curfew from now on, 11:30. And the next time you go somewhere without letting me know first you'll lose your phone since you obviously don't know how to use it." She says sternly, pushing her blonde hair behind her ears and shaking her head at me in disappointment.

I don't say anything as she storms out of the room and up the stairs, it's best to let her relax a bit before I try and actually apologize. I look up at Nash and he smiles sympathetically.