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RIVER
Forget self-defense, I need Nash-defense.
It's hard to focus on anything when in front of you there's a over six foot tall man, with big arms, half naked and the face of a god.
Even more when you're basically rubbing on each other every seconds, because you had the great idea of taking this class. I'm half regretting my decision at the moment.
The view's great, don't get me wrong, but I swear I will leave with a black eye if I don't get my attention back where it's supposed to be.
"You done staring, peach?" I lift my gaze to his arched brow, showing off both his amusement and annoyance.
"Not really, you think you can stay still for a couple minutes so I can take a mental photograph?" I quip, my tone provocative while my smile stays innocent.
He hums, "And if I stare right back?"
"You will only be allowing yourself to do what you've wanted for a long time," I shrug, cause what moral do I have to scold him for something I'm doing too, "It's okay to admit you like the view, Casanova."
"You think very highly of yourself," Nash scoffs.
"Looks like we have something in common after all then," I shoot him a wink, knowing damn well his ego is just as big as mine, if not bigger.
Without any doubts, I'd consider myself a confident woman. Since I was young I made loving every part of myself a goal and while I do have insecurities from time to time, I try to spend the less amount of time focusing on that as possible.
Growing up with the most photogenic person alive doesn't make it any easier, especially when I was always more of the goofy faces type of girl in pictures. Life is too short to take it so seriously.
It's okay to snort like a pig when you're laughing too much, it's okay to be bloated after eating, it's okay to have a double chin and to not have the best posture ever. As long as you're happy, those things become way too tiny for you to worry so much about.
Anyway, a little later the class finally comes to an end I make my way to Kate, who's spends at least twenty minutes interrogating me.
She first questions on whether I had a good time or not and then on if I'm pondering coming back, to which I say yes. We also chat for a little about Nash and the pairing, as she gets a little worried but a reassure it's totally okay.
Despite the occasional disagreements between me and Kingston, I think we can work pretty well together. Besides, I won't give him the satisfaction of getting rid of me that easily.
When I reach the locker rooms I change into fresh new clothes, an outfit I had specifically chosen to go out tonight with everyone else. Which reminds me to check my phone.
Shit, I'm already late!
Scrolling down the messages app I try to simultaneously put on my shoes and tie them up. It takes a few tries but once I do it I rush to write a quick text.
# BARBIQUELKEN #
Theo (chipmunk):
this bitch needs 'how to answer the phone' classes
Brins:
unfortunately have to agree w u
Theo (chipmunk):
unfortunately???
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Moonstruck
RomanceRiver Fontaine has it all. The looks, the personality, the friend group and the popularity. Everyone either wants to be her or with her. Nash Kingston is just the same. Handsome, mysterious, wanted by all and very charming (in his own way). Girls a...
