Meet me in the bathroom-Nate
Of course she had to remember, of course we couldn't just pretend it never happened.
Like how she pretended that our friendship never happened.
I grab a bathroom pass and quickly sign out. And go to the bathroom closest.
"You're actually here." Goosebumps form on my hands.
"I am." I don't know what happened or how it happened, but suddenly I'm pinned up to a wall staring into Nate's eyes.
"Tell anyone about that night and I'll make sure you regret it." She leans in for a good measure.
"Jeez, you're so dramatic. I wasn't going to tell anyone." I put my hands above my head. I see something flicker in her eyes before she detaches herself from the bathroom wall and walks away.
That's it? Not a bye? Not even a thank you for not telling anyone? Not even a dramatic kick to the trash can that's such a classic Natalie move that I can vision her doing it in detail? She kissed me on the porch and now she's acting like I kicked her dog.
"Nate!" I grab her wrist. She pauses before yanking her hand out of my grasp.
"What is it now?"
"What is it with you?" I spit out. "What did I ever do to you?" A warmth pricks the corners of my eyes and I can feel tears streaming down my face.
Shit. Shit, shit shit. I quickly wipe them and push past her.
"Hey!" I turn around to see Nate standing three feet away.
"It's Natalie to you."
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Drunk Love
RomanceTwo girls, one kiss, and infinite unsaid words. *** When Natalie Underwood makes it Clear to Azalea that she doesn't want anything to with her, Azalea and Natalie think they won't ever cross paths a...
