Trip Reunited

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

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Nathan

"What are you doing?" A laughter rang out in the yard.

"Taking my revenge." I yelled back as I chased the laughing girl who was tripping at every step because of the laugh as it slowed her. I could easily catch her, but watching her laugh and the pleasure of being chased was too loving to take it away.

"Looking like that?" She laughed as she drew me in circle around the tree in the school garden.

I stopped and looked down at myself. I was covered in blue paint from head to toe. Courtesy of my girlfriend who thought it would be funny to prank me in the middle of school hours. She was always pulling these tricks with me. This was the reason I loved her so much. She was bright and full of life, making me feel things I never felt for anyone. She always manages to keep me on my toes.

"How did you even pull this off?" I asked back, as I feigned going to left only to go right. She squealed, barely skimming past my fingers. "It wasn't a single person work."

"I had help." She smirked pausing when I did.

"Who?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Carol, of course." She smiled teasingly as I rolled my eyes. Carol was her best friend and my biggest enemy.

"Of course. She would be first to volunteer. She would relish in the pleasure of watching me be humiliated." I muttered, huffing at her choice of friends. I made a move to catch her and this time I succeed because she wasn't expecting it and I really wanted her in my arms.

She squealed loudly, trying to get away from me because the paint was yet to dry and now all over her clothes.

"Nate!" She yelled, trying to push me away as I circled my arms around her waist to secure her in my arms, effectively trapping her arms against my chest. She banged few times, but it was futile. Giving up, she glanced at me and I fell in love with her all over again.

"We did not plan to humiliate you." She muttered, wiping some of the paint from my cheeks.

"You didn't. But she was too happy." I said, watching her trying to fight of the smile when she couldn't get the paint stain off.

"Well, you did humiliate her the first day of high school." She said, finally freeing her arms and wrapping them around my neck.

"She told you the story, huh?" I scoffed, hating that girl. "It wasn't my fault she would follow me through middle school and keep everyone away from me so she could have me. She was obsessed with me until I told her off."

"In front of everyone." She completed. "She was in love with you."

I scowled. "She wasn't. All she wanted was fame that came with dating me. I had money and reputation–"

"Of a bad boy–"

"–of a bad boy that has girls like her falling at my feet. Besides, I tried to tell her alone so many times that I wasn't interested. She just couldn't take the hint." I completely. "Why are we talking about her anyway? We should be talking about how you are going to regret doing this."

A smile grew on her face, making my heart go crazy. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

I leaned closer to her ears, purposely making contact with her cheeks to get some colour on them. "How about I come over at your house and show you. Have you beg me before giving you the pleasure you crave."