Juliana Woodland and Nate Jacobs have been best friends for as long as they can remember.
They are now in their junior year and East Highland High School and things are starting to get complicated.
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Warning: sexual content in this chapter! Here is chapter 14, as always thanks for reading and would love your feedback 🩶
When Nate came back to his truck from Elliot's house, Juliana honestly didn't know if he had been gone five minutes or an hour. She felt so overwhelmed and out of it.
He climbed into the drivers seat and she saw that his were knuckles bloody and already starting to bruise, but he didn't have a hair out of place.
"Are you okay?" She asked him weakly.
"I'm fine, please don't worry about me." He told her and put his hand on her thigh. "Are you okay, Angel?"
She nodded silently in response.
Nate was shaking, from rage at what Elliot did to Juliana and from adrenaline after beating the absolute shit out of him. He would've gladly done even worse to him if he thought he could've got away with it.
He wanted to know exactly what Elliot did to her, but he knew it wouldn't help to ask questions like that right now.
Nate pulled into his driveway and rushed around to the passenger side to open the door for Juliana. He helped her out and into his house, opting not to go to her house on the slim chance her mom was home and would wonder what was going on.
His heart raced as he carried her into his room, shutting the door behind them. The house was silent, the only sound the distant thump of a bass from a stereo in his brother's bedroom.
He guided her to his bed, and she sat down, trembling. She was completely quiet as he retrieved her a white tank top and pajamas shorts and helped her change into it.
"Juliana, you know I'm here for you, I would have fucking killed that piece of shit if I could get away with it. But I swear to god I will figure out how to if he fucking-"
"He didn't," she cut him off. "He was trying but...he didn't."
Nate wrapped his arms around her as they lay down together, never wanting to let go. "I'm so fucking sorry I wasn't there, I'm so sorry for everything. I'm sorry for our fight, and for what I said."
"It's okay, I'm just glad you're here now." She murmured into his chest.
Their argument was the last thing on her mind right now. She was just relieved to be back with him and that he saved her, as always.
He held onto her tightly, stroking her hair until he heard her steady breathing, signalling that she had fallen asleep on his chest. He somehow managed to drift off to sleep soon after she did, his mind a mess from the nights events.
Nate awoke and immediately realized that Juliana wasn't in bed beside him. It must have been the middle of the night or very early morning; his bedroom was still dark.
He glanced at his phone on the nightstand, its bright screen reading 1:02AM. He heard the shower running in the bathroom attached to his bedroom.
He listened for a moment before realizing he could hear Juliana crying. He carefully made his way towards the door and his hand hovered over the knob, unsure what to do. He didn't want to intrude, but he couldn't just leave her like this.
