I Knew It //Nash Grier//

Chapter 8; things are working out

*Y/N POV*

- The next 2 weeks later -

I got to know a few of the people inside the building I was in a couple of weeks ago. I got to know them after 'the incident', that's what they said. But I do not know what they meant. Right now I'm at school with 'apparently' my new best friend. /Someone who is a whore or slut at your school or either someone you hate/. I don't remember anything then so I call her my best friend.

Everybody says that she's just using me because I hang out with this Nash Grier guy that my now bestie, Matthew Espinosa and Hayes Grier, say is that I kissed him or something. What do they mean?

I snapped out of my day dreaming and paid attention to reality.

"Y/N!! You hoo! Over here, come sit with us," /The slut/ said smiling. I smiled back and walked over to her and the other popular's table.

/The slut/ wears a bit too much make up. I mean she's my best friend, how could I say mean things to her?

I sat down next to her and start eating my lunch.

"Girls, have you seen Nash's new Instagram photo?" She squealed.

I went on my Insta and checked on what she was saying. I saw this with the caption.

nashgrier: 'Photo by @thebryantelsava'

It's weird because I really don't remember Nash or the guys following me on Insta. I quickly hearted the picture and smiled.

Nash was truly cute.

"Hey Y/N, will you do me a favour and ask Nash to follow me? So he can see how beautiful I am and get me popular," T/S said taking a selfie and posting on Insta.

That bitch. She is using me...

"Uh.. Sure.." I lied. "Sorry, my friends are calling me." I said standing up but she grabbed my wrist.

"You don't have any remember? WE'RE the only friends you have," She shouted then smiled.

"People are right! You are just using me so Nash and the guys will 'adore' and follow you! Well obviously they won't you unworthy bitch!" I yelled at her and walked away. I got 'Oh's and snickers behind me to T/S but I couldn't care less.

"MISS /your surname/! GET TO THE PRINCIPLE'S OFFIES NOW YOUN LADY!" Mrs. Torent ,the teacher who looks after us in the cafeteria, said.

"Ugh," I muttered and rolled my eyes and did what the teacher said.

- At the office -

"Miss /your surname/, you know the rules to this school. No shouting, and no swearing," The principle said getting mad.

"I'm really sorry Mr. Kentin, but T/S was just getting into my nerves. She won't leave me alone and she was just being a bi-"

"Language Miss Y/S/N," The principle cut me off.

"Sorry."

"Well, since you are a straight A student, I will let you off. But this time and this time only."

"Yes sir."

He nodded. "You are now dismissed."

I nodded and exited the office.

- At home -

I called Matt on Skype. He didn't pick up until the fourth ring. I saw his cheerful face on the screen and I smiled.

"Oh hey Y/N!" He said.

"Hey Matt," I replied.

In the background I could hear other people's voices and Matt laughing hysterically.

"Uh.. Matt.. Who are you with and why are you laughing?" I asked him and giggled.

He held his phone while walking somewhere and laughing. He finally stopped walking and faced the camera on Nash falling off the bed screaming his head off. I laughed.

"What are you guys doing?" I could barely say.

Matt laughed harder and looked at me.

"We're doing the pickle challenge!" Cam and him said together as Cam laughed with Matt at the, now in pain, Nash.