She's No Longer With The Band

Eleven.

Nate's Point of View:

I walked out of the bathroom, a few minutes after she had left. I didn't chase after her because I wanted to give her space, obviously.

Well, also I was forced to leave the bathroom when some random girl walked in and gasped at my presence. My being in here scared the living shit out of her, considering it is a woman's restroom, so I had to apologize a few times, assuring her I had only been in there for some made-up reason and then made my escape.

Now you'd think that I could go back to enjoying the party right?

No, because now I'm searching for that little bitch,

Brady.

The motherfucker is so goddamn confusing and cryptic about every single thing. He hates me but yet finds a way to go out of his way and get me crutches and shit. Yeah yeah, I get it he's tight about the fucking painting or whatever but it's not really like I had a choice. I was saving his life and at the time I didn't know what else to do.

I know that stuff happened with their families and of course, I feel awful about that. I didn't know that's what Giovanni was planning to do if they didn't get said painting, but it was. I know Brady has this weird ass vendetta against me, but I feel like it's now been enough time and he should just let all of this shit go.

I turned another corner and saw him talking to a group of girls all of them twirling their hair and swooning over him. Of course, he was presenting his sharp movie star smile, the happiest look on his face. Multiple girls flirting with him at once, what a way to boost his ego. As if he doesn't have this happen enough.

I really wonder what his girlfriend Aubrey would think?

I walked up to him, his eyes drifting away from the girls. I nodded my head at him. "Brady, I need to talk to you,"

He raised his eyebrows as if he weren't in the mood to talk which was clearly the case. "What about?" He replied smugly and then took a sip of beer.

The three girls were looking up at me, wide-eyed and smiling lightly. So instead of saying anything I grabbed his forearm and began to drag him away from the bar and a few feet away until we were outside onto the balcony.

I shut the screen door, and then the actual door, and turned around to face him. He was casually leaning back against the railing, beer in hand, a small grin on his lips. Sometimes it's hard for me to be mad at him, especially when he looks so relaxed and is acting like this is all normal. His eyes are locked on mine, still looking as casual as ever.

He fucks with my brain like crazy.

I blinked a few times and then opened my mouth to speak, but my words got caught in my throat. With an opened mouth I looked out to the side and then clamped it shut when I couldn't figure out what to say. I had just dragged him away in front of so many people to go at him for so many things, but now, on the spot, I can't figure out exactly what I'm trying to say.

He nodded his head at me. "Spit it out,"

That was enough to trigger everything.

"What are you doing, huh?" I shook my head at him blinking a few times for emphasis.

He pursed his lips and shrugged, taking another sip of beer.

So fucking casual.

"You- you buy me these crutches, apologize to me for fucking me over, once again, and now you still have this vendetta against me so you try and fuck up what I have with Aubrey?" I snapped as he smiled softly, licked his lips, and glanced to the side.