Nathan

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Ash was in the supermarket pushing her trolley. Her parents had decided to make her get the groceries and gave her a list to stick to. Of course, Ash was going to get some other stuff too. Hee hee hee. She deserved a reward for being cramped in her tiny room for so long. Chocolates, sweets, skincare, Ash got all of it.

As she wheeled her (considerably heavier than expected) trolley to the cashier, she noticed a guy with dark hair outside the store. Nathan. Ash had no idea why he was here, but she did not want to see him at that very moment. She quickly threw the stuff in the shopping bag and tried to sneek of unoticed, which didn't work.

"Hey pookie!" Nathan yelled down the road.

Ash flushed in anger and embarrassment. "Don't call me pookie, Nat"

Nathan laughed. "I'll call you whatever I like, pookie."

"Whatever man. Just leave me alone."

"Fine, I was just wondering why you have so much stuff in your bags." Nathan ran up to her and ripped the bags from her. "Oh wow, that's a lot of food. You really gonna eat that all?"

"Nat, I am not eating this all and you know that. Now get lost!"

"Ooooo, someone woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning. Does Ash need a nap. I think you sho-"

Nathan never had a chance to finish that sentence because Ash had decided to charge him at that very moment. He smiled at the cheek of this girl. She'll soon see who's the king around here. They got into a very violent fight, dying which Nathan lost a couple teeth and Ash's nose was broken. They were finally separated by some of the people in the crowd - the others were still cheering them on - and sent home with the threat of a call home to their parents if this happened again.

Ash quickly handed the groceries to her parents when she got home and went upstairs to reminisce on the fond memory of smacking Nathan's face in. She was definitely not going to forget that one for a long time. Ash hoped that this fight would be Nathan's sign to stop teasing her but her hopes were not high; he was very persistent.

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