Living with Trouble

Chapter 38

It's been said and done. Every beautiful thoughts been already sung. But I guess right now here's another one ~ Selena Gomez

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His soft lips move skillfully along mine as my hips rock over his lap, my feet tucked underneath me. I moan as he bites my bottom lip, teasingly. A grin on his lips.

"Aniya," a distant voice grabs my attention. I turn to Nathan who's looking at me in concern, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Sorry, what were you saying," I shake my head, snapping out of it.

"I asked if you were going to homecoming this year," he leisurely traced the pencil on his paper.

I blinked, processing his words, "yeah, probably. You?"

He cast his head towards his work, "I'm not sure yet. Maybe if I find the right person to go with," he said, looking up at me.

I tilted my head to the side, "Awh don't worry, you'll find someone. You have two weeks still," I assured him. He's a nice guy, lots of girls should be lined up already.

He stared at me openly, his lips twitching. "Thanks Aniya, I'm sure I will. If I do I hope she turns out to be like yo-"

"Benjamin," Victor spoke, taking a seat on the floor between us two.

Nathan abruptly turned to him, "I'm sorry?"

"You asked what I was drawing, no?" He raised an eyebrow towards him. I shifted to the left as there wasn't much space between us in the first place. His cold aura wrapped around us chillingly.

My skin however began to heat up the closer to me he sat. He glanced over his shoulder to me, before placing his attention back on the confused boy. My heart spiked from the mere contact.

"No, I never asked anything actually. Where did you come from?" He shook his head.

"Elsa's ice castle," I muttered under my breath. I chuckled at my own comment. Two sets of eyes were upon me when I lifted my head. Victor's icy grey ones, drew holes into my skull. I clamped my mouth shut, focusing back on my work.

"And you chose to draw Theodore Roosevelt," Victor acknowledged his paper, his tone sounding as uninterested as he looked.

"Yup, the only person I could think of when she said someone of the 17-1800s," he nodded. Nathan scratched the back of his neck, seemingly uncomfortable.

"I drew Harriet Tubman of course," I proudly showcased my piece. Have to show some representation after all she did free the slaves with help of the genius underground railroad.

"Niceee," Nathan raised his hand for a high five. I gave in, smacking my palms against his.

"Victor, dear can you help me push this poster up," Ms. Care grunted from the far corner of the room. She stood on her tippy toes trying to push the flailing poster back to the wall.

Victor rolled his eyes, standing from his spot and going over to help her. She smiled gratefully and stood back as he approached the board.

"If you're looking for a date for homecoming I can always go with you."

I turned to Nathan who had his eyes dead set on me. My mouth gaped, clearly I couldn't see the signs before. He was talking about me!

I internally groaned, having to let him down easily. He's a sweet boy.

"Thanks Nathan but I don't think I'll need a date haha. Plus don't stress about finding one, just go with friends, it's just a dance after all."

He nodded, "is it because of him?"