My obsession with Rafe Vega : Teen Fiction

Chapter 20

 'Hey this is my turf,' I half smiled to a forlorn looking Nate Jenkins. This is the school's sexiest super stud. The hottest bod in the school according to popular opinion. I beg to differ. So why is he howled down in my favourite sanctuary of the school.

This is where I met Jeff. This is the tree where Rafe and I found Cade snuggled under that evening she was missing. This was my sanctuary, I needed it now, like you would not believe.
  I have just done the dastardly thing and broken up with Jeff.  And believe me when I tell you Jeff went ballistic. He had yelled at me and asked me to get out of his sight. He was pounding his fists on his locker door, like he actually wanted to pound those fists on my face. I felt so ashamed, embarrassed, worthless. How could I have done that to Jeff?  But how could I dictate to my wayward heart, I was powerless?

And amazingly the image that would not clear from my mind was, of Ally calmly sliding in front of Jeff's locker and closing her hands over his fists, and me seeing their eyes lock, and visibly see the angry tension subsiding from Jeff's body, before Jeff tore his eyes away from Ally, and stormed out of the school. I was not jealous at all, obviously not, with my heart set on Rafe.  But boy when did that happen? Did they just figure it out? It had to be with Jeff reacting so violently to me breaking up with him.
Dare I hope Ally is over Rafe? Oh dear Lord, I must be the most insensitive scum__.

 'What do you want Katy?' Nate shot me an irritated look.

You're invading MY turf!
I wanted to respond nastily to Nate, except the look of tortured anguish on his face stopped me. I mean what was up with our superstar? Wasn't he spoilt for choice on who to bang next or what? But instinctively, I was aware that something was not right. And Nate's hands were shaking, like an addict who needed a fix.

 'Nate what's wrong?' I dropped down next to him.

 'Nothing, and I don't need company,' he hissed.

 'Nate__' I reached out and touched his hand.

 'Don't touch me Katy__ you can get it too,' he yelled.

 'Nate! What the hell are you talking about?'

 He was spooking me. I mean he was always this arrogant, over confident, jerk that thought he was God's gift to every virgin in Sydney, now he was behaving like a lunatic.

 'Nate,' I cried out, 'please tell me what's wrong.'

 "What's wrong?" He laughed, he had that glazed look, like somebody about to breathe their last breath of life.

 'Nate, please you're scaring me,' I pleaded.

 'You're scared! How do you think I feel? My life is over,' a muffled sob rang from his throat.

 'What happened?' I whispered.

 He seemed to struggle to talk, he looked like he wanted to cry, but fought it away angrily. He looked at me, looked away, then looked at me again.

 'You were probably the only girl immune to my charms eh?' he smiled sadly.

 Perhaps if Rafe were not.

 'At least you're one less girl I have to be concerned about.'

 'Concerned about? I picked up on that one word.

 'In the past month, I 've not been on form on the field,' he started. 'The coach asked me to go see the doctor. I shrugged it off, ignored it, until last week, when I blacked out on the field.'

 I listened quietly, wanting to give him an ear. He was talking, not to me, not looking at me, just staring into space and giving voice to his thoughts.