Streetside: A Nash Grier Fanfic

Chapter 1

His sweaty hands felt as if they were on fire as they quickly swept across my cheek and jawline. I gulped attempting to hold back my tears but failed miserably. He was trembling, so was I. I was ready to hear the glass bottle more than half empty of vodka drop. "YOUR WORTHLESS. YOU CAN'T DO SHIT RIGHT. GOD, HOW THE FUCK AM I WITH SOMEONE SO STUPID." He yelled walking away.

Ethan Chance. He was an alcoholic, who loved taking his anger out on people. Especially me. There was one thing Ethan wanted from me more than anything in the world. My virginity. Which I refused to give to him. So, here I am. Shaking like a rusty engine in my bed with a bruised lip, with a bruised cheek.

The time was 12:42 am. I grabbed my book bag and climbed out of his bedroom window. I made a run for it. As much as I loved being away from him, it wasn't permanent. He'd always find me. He'd always hit me. I stopped at the end of the street to catch my breath. I had no idea where to go, just anywhere but here.

Walking with my arms folded, I stared at my feet watching the cold rain hit the pavement. A red old Chevy pick-up truck slowed down next to me. The window rolled down as I kept walking. The car was driving slowly at my pace trying to keep up with me. "Need a ride?" He spoke. I was scared, let's be real. But I proudly refused to show it. "I'm guessing you don't take rides from strangers huh. Well, I go to your school first of all." He says. I refused to make eye contact, telling myself 'keep walking Jordan, keep walking.'

"I'm Nash Grier." He stated. I stopped, as he followed me by hitting the breaks. Even though the inside of me was screaming to look at him, I didn't want to look into the blue eyes of North Gulf High School's bad boy. I shrug it off and keep walking as he slowly presses his foot on the gas. "You can either get in the truck, catch a cold, or have someone come murder you in the middle of the night." I stopped in my tracks again. He opened the door to the passenger seat. I stared at the door and sighed stepping inside then shutting the door.

"Ugh, now you're gonna get my car seat dirty." He said. I roll my eyes and open the door, ready to get out. "I'm kidding he says. I dragged my right foot back in, shutting the door. "So where do you live?" He says.

I zoned out. Flashes of Ethan punching me, slapping me, throwing me, gripping me tightly, kicking me came to mind. My eyes became glossy while I was choking.

"Um.. I kinda gotta know where you live in order to get you-.... He stopped the car. "Uh are you crying?" He spoke softly. But he was smiling as if he was happy of my pain. Anger and sadness all of a sudden builds up inside of me. All of a sudden, I was Ethan, taking the anger out on him. "YOU KNOW WHAT NASH. MR FUCKING HOT SHOT? WHY DON'T YOU TAKE YOUR BULLSHIT AND FUCKING LET ME OUT THIS SHITTY CAR NOW. I stared into him and he stared right back. He had a smile on his face, only this time it was crooked. He stared down into space he focused on the road kept driving.

The rest of the car ride was silent after me telling him to drop me off at Miranda's house. He pulled up at the end of her driveway, unlocking the doors. I looked at him as he stared at the wheel. "Thank you." I mumbled. He cupped his hand over his mouth avoiding possible eye contact with me as I shut the car door. With the straightest face ever, he presses his foot on the gas pedal. I watch as he drives off.