"MY LITTLE SECCHIONE."
I felt the weight of the double of mine almost tackle me to the ground as I stumbled to keep my balance.
"Nathan, you're going to make me a permanent tattoo on the floor one of these days."
"Hey, I don't weigh that much! Besides, it's been forever since I've had my little secchione all to myself!"
I felt my palms get sweaty as he buried his face against my neck, not letting go of me no matter how much I moved.
"Nat, remember the reason we're here."
He looked up, his face inches away from mine, and for a second, I thought I was a goner. His eyes locked on me for a few seconds, before he broke out into a huge smile.
"You called me Nat."
"Um, yeah, and?"
"You haven't called me that since..."
"Oh, well..."
He chuckled before planting a kiss on my cheek, his smile still drawn on his lips.
"How about we get onto the lesson? I have to admit I'm pretty excited about teaching the dark arts to ya."
"I don't even know why so many lessons are necessary."
"C'mon, our goal is to have Eric Porter kissing the ground you walk on and have him like thissss!"
He snapped his fingers, while biting his lip, causing me to laugh.
"Alright, alright. But, wasn't this whole 'playing hard to get' thing included in the flirting lesson with Cameron?"
This earned me a pout from him, which was followed by him tightening his grip around my waist, making me realize he was still holding onto it in the first place. His face was so close to mine, that he began to whisper.
"Don't remind me, just thinking about that makes me very jealous. And besides, playing hard to get and flirting are two very different things my little s-"
"Lovely."
I let out a sigh of relief as Nathan's arms dropped from around me and moved, Virginia now visible by the door.
"Hey sis..."
She stood between Nathan and I so we were as far apart as we had been for the time being.
"What's this? I thought this was no more?"
"It's not." Nathan and I both say simultaneously, causing us to both look at each other with identically flushed faces.
"How about I stay and supervise so you don't mess this whole thing up, curly fries?"
"Yeah...sure..."
Why did he seem so disappointed? I was actually kind of relieved.
But even if Nathan wanted to protest, it would have been no use, because once Virginia sat on that couch, there was no way anyone was going to make her get up, even for Johnny Depp himself.
We stared at her for a second, before she raised her eyebrows at us.
"Well?"
Nathan and I looked at each other and soon, began the lesson.
I was going to play the hell out of Eric Porter.
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"What the hell was that?"
I cowered down in the passenger seat as she started the car. Like I said before, one of the last things I ever wanted to do was get on Virginia's bad side, and that's exactly where I was right now.
"It was nothing."
"Really? Because it looked like something for sure."
"Well then you weren't looking right." I braced myself for hell, but it never came.
"Look, I get that you and my brother used to go out, but you have to forget about that. At least for now. Getting involved with my brother again, or any of the other guys for that matter will ruin the whole thing."
"I understand the lecture, but I don't understand why you have to include the other guys..."
She rolled her eyes as we stopped at a red light and she looked over at me.
"Just yesterday the chess club was talking about how Cameron gazes after you, with the others not following far behind."
"You're delusional."
"What?"
"The light is green."
I let out a sigh as she continues to drive. I think I might make it home alive.
"All I'm saying is don't get involved with either of those six guys. Not only would it ruin our Eric Porter scheme, it would ruin everything."
Everything?
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"Hey look, I'm sorry for yesterday. You know how my sister can be and -"
Nathan was interrupted and actually also blocked from my sight as he was now blocked by none other than Eric Porter.
"Thanks for keeping her company for me man."
He flashed him the cheesiest smile before turning around to face me. Sure enough, Nathan huffed and gave me a thumbs up before turning around and walking away, well, out of sight anyway.
"Hey, you never got back to me on that date."
"I don't have your number?"
He let out a chuckle and raised an eyebrow as he looked at me for a few seconds.
"Wait. Are you serious?"
"Yeah? Why would I have your number?"
This obviously caught him off guard.
"Doesn't every girl have it?"
"Not me."
And without even asking for permission, he got my phone from my jacket pocket and typed what I guessed was his number.
"Look, I have something to do tomorrow, but how about we meet up on Sunday? There's this new club that just opened up that only yours truly can get in."
He gave me a wink that almost made me want to gag. He probably had another date tomorrow, the asshole.
"Well I'm busy Sunday, so you can call off whatever date you have Saturday."
The look he gave me was absolutely priceless. His expression looked as if it was taking all of his effort to make a coherent answer.
"Great, I'll see you there!"
After saying that, I turn around and walk away from a Eric Porter statue, leaving me to wonder about one specific thing.
"I don't even know how to dance."
I mumble to myself before walking into a tall figure. As I backed away to apologize, I realized it was the figure of Dylan Flitworth. He had the oddest smile formed on his lips.
"I love to dance."
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Nat & Julianne used to date ooooh! Lol, well thanks to the readers of this story and I greatly appreciate the comments and votes! I'll try to update this sooner than what I have been, but no promises since I started writing this chapter like a week after the other, dear lord. Well, I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter and don't hesitate in letting me know so! Love you all!
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