My Heart Skips A Beat Pt.2

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Long time since I've actually posted an update :') but what's new, it wouldn't be true fanfiction without large periods of time in between updates  😂

anyways..... here it is


(UNEDITED) - I may go back and re-edit this chapter in the next couple of hours cause I just know there is a fk tone of spelling errors

Word count 16,212

Have fun 😊





The low chatter of the room stayed below the sound of rain pattering against the building. After a while of venturing outside, grey clouds rolled in quicker than expected and soon a slow dribble turned to a constant poor. It wasn't an extreme storm like Nathan made it seem, we as a group managed to get in the majority of our exploring through the day before we were able to escape the trickling storm. It was Ewan's idea to return to the lobby and wait out the storm; ignoring the whines of students that didn't want to turn around. Though by the time we saw the entrance of our building, those who walked slowly and shoulders hung in disagreement, were soon running for shelter as the rain was set free.

We waited a while without anyone asking whether or not we'd be heading back outside or to be couped up back in our rooms. As much as I didn't want to waste away the rest of the day laying in bed, I felt like going back out to explore led to more opportunities for things to worsen my mood.

After Nathan and I spoke, it left a sour taste in my mouth, yet at the time, it felt justified given the situation. He needed to understand that he could trust me on understanding Declan's intentions. I surely didn't want anything more than a friendship, even though that term seemed more than what I initially intended, but I certainly know how to stand my ground and put an end to things I believe to be going in the wrong direction. Yes, Declan has been a little much for me at times, but I guess that's just who he is. The people he hangs out with aren't of my interest, usually, those who I'd avoid, so it makes sense that I'm just not used to his approach to friendship.

Standing next to some of the others who waited impatiently for the storm to pass, I watched from afar as Ewan periodically checked his phone, then up to the windows which ran with a waterfall of water. Clearly, the storm altered his daily plan he probably had typed out and colour coded by times and locations. Maybe if he relaxed for once, he'd be tolerable for a day.

As for Nathan, He stood furthest from the group. His shoulder propped against a pillar while he peaked by it toward the window. He appeared tired like he was moments away from closing his eyes and using the hard surface to be his pillow. It was a relaxing sound to listen to the rain, the chatter amongst the class and other people seeking shelter was low enough that it wasn't irritable.

I didn't want to sound ungrateful, so I never dared to speak up, but it felt as though we were spending more time on this trip arranging and waiting around than doing the most exploring one could do in the time given. This feeling I guess mostly derived from Ewans' way of controlling the trip, and not how Nathan approached it.

A heavy sigh had everyone's attention lower from gazing out the tall windows, toward Ewan who had finally placed his phone in his pocket and rubbed his face, " I'm afraid this storm doesn't look to be stopping anytime soon, I think it's best we call it and make it back to our assigned rooms."

Some followed right after him with expressing their bitterness in a sigh, and others already began to turn toward the elevator.

Nathan calmly pushed off the wall to follow everyone else. He kept a slow pace just behind Ewan until they eventually were next to each other and exchanging a few words. Unlike every other time, there was a lineup forming for the elevator. The first group managed to already load up into the elevator and begin heading up, but a few stragglers like myself, Lance and one of the other girls were left for the second lift. Lance appeared to be enjoying the conversation he was having with the girl standing in front of me, most likely putting on his unexisting charm to prolong her attention.

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