Why Won't This Arrogant Jerk Leave Me Alone?

What Is She Doing To Me?

Chapter 7:

Caroline’s POV

I wake up to someone’s phone going off. I slowly open my eyes and realize that I wasn’t in my bed. WHERE AM I?! I sat straight up and started to freak out. I look to my right to see Nate sleeping peacefully on the couch next to me. Everything came crashing down on me, when I realized why I was here and what happened last night. I can’t believe what that creep tried to do to me last night! How was Nate there at the same time I was? I hear a groan next to me. Looking over, I see that Nate is waking up. I didn’t want to wake him up so I tried to unwrap his arm that was around me to get up. But it wouldn’t budge.

“Go back to sleep.” He groaned sleepily.

“Nate, I have to get up.” I said quietly. 

“No, lay back down.” He said putting his arm back around me, making it tighter. 

I sighed and laid back down. Before I knew it, his breath was even, and I knew he was back asleep. Yesterday was crazy. Nate practically saved me. But how? How did he know I would be there? How did he get that creep away from me? Why? I thought he liked Stacey. Just thinking about what happened with her yesterday makes me pissed beyond no return. I look over at Nate, and train my eyes on his features. He has the goddess look as well as the Calvin Klein model look. He has brown hair, and soft but hard facial features. My eyes travel from his face to his body. Nate is really tall. Well, I’m short, so he is like a giant.

I realize that this Jerk didn’t have a shirt on! What the hell?! How did his shirt get off? I shook my head internally and let it go, knowing it didn’t really matter. Because I mean come on, he does have one hot body. I put my head back down and close my eyes. Maybe if I just closed them for a little, that would be okay. Before I realized what was happening, I was already drifting off into the darkness.

Nate’s POV

I wake up to a blinding light coming through an open curtain. Dammit, I should have closed the curtains last night! I groan and lift my head up to see a dark brown head lying on my arm. What the-? I was about to push the person off, but I realized it was Caroline. She had angelic features. They were very soft. Wait, what am I saying?! Nuh uh. Just because I helped her get away from that stranger last night doesn’t mean a damn thing. Or does it? I shook my head and slowly got up. 

Caroline sighed and snuggled deeper into the couch. I figured she would be okay, so I got up and started making breakfast. I know, I know, I can actually cook! One thing my mom taught me was to cook. She always said, “Now Nate, if you want to get married some day, you need to learn how to cook for your wife.” 

I chuckled remembering that moment. 

Flashback (Nate is 15 years old)

“Now Nate, if you want to get married some day, you need to learn how to cook for your wife.” My mom said. 

“But mom! I’m not going to get married. She can cook for both of us!” I said whining.