Nathan Kingston has been forgotten by the world. A dad that fucked off when he was young and a mother gone days at a time with work he feels alone. Especially since he goes to the most elite private school in the city on scholarship. He's falling do...
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Ivy Matthews
It's already pretty late by the time that Nathan says he has to leave, the sun has set behind the New York City skyline and the night-time chill has set in.
The second that I wave goodbye to Nathan as he climbs onto a scary-looking motorcycle I'm springing back up the stairs to my room. I close the door probably too loudly behind me and make a b-line to my bed, jumping onto the white covers to reach my closed laptop I discarded earlier. Opening my cover that's full of stickers I move with jittery fingers over to the FaceTime application and frantically search for Dylan's phone number.
Once I've found it I click the call button and nervously wait, my fingers jittery with the news I need to tell her.
Ivy Matthews has started a FaceTime call.
She finally picks up, wearing her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head and drowning in one of her mom's old band hoodies. Her room is the complete opposite of her personality, navy blue walls without any decorations and a wooden bed frame with black covers on it is all that is in her room since her dad's girlfriend has her staying in a guest room for the weekends she's at their apartment.
"What's up?" She questions, looking weary at my frantic look.
"I have a problem." I finally let out.
"Okay..." She responds, waiting for me to elaborate.
"A big problem." I take a deep breath and say the next sentence as fast as I possibly can, "Ikissednathan."
"Maybe my Ivy sensor is off because I can usually still hear what you say when you go into 'I'm gonna say this whole sentence in one breath so that you can't hear it' mode, but it sounds like you said that you kissed Nathan," When I don't say anything to refute her statement she raises her eyebrows so high they are practically to her forehead, "as in your tutor Nathan?"
This time I do respond, nodding my head while I let out a slow breath, "yes, I kissed Nathan... multiple times... and I liked it... a lot... and I maybe, sort of, want to do it again."
"Your tutor Nathan." She repeats.
"Yes." I say in a frustrated tone, "what is so hard to believe about that? We were just sitting on my bed and then he says in that super deep growly voice 'can I kiss you right now?' and so I did. I kissed him right then."
"I'm just in shock. You're saying he just like, kissed you, out of nowhere."
"Well the last time he was here we watched a movie and we got really close and I think he was about to kiss me but then freaking Carolina ran into my room and told us dinner was ready."
"Why didn't you tell me this before? I'm your best friend I need to know about these things."
"I did tell you." She shoots me a quizzical look and I continue talking slowly, "last Thursday at lunch while you were making googly eyes at your phone."
