Streetside: A Nash Grier Fanfic

Chapter 3

My hands got sweaty. Before I knew it, everyone's eyes landed on me, impatiently waiting for an answer. Miranda looked at me with her eyebrows furrowed together. Not as if she was angry, but as if she was thinking "I'm so sorry he asked you that." As if she felt bad.

For starters, Blake and Ethan are best friends. So therefore, of course Ethan would tell Blake.

"Well?" He questioned. "No." I lied. I would've choked out more lies to make it seem believable, but it was hard enough for me to choke that out. "Who's next?" Miranda said quickly. I got up and walked out onto the porch.

I closed the big front door behind me as I let the freezing windy weather send goosebumps up my skin. Less than 30 seconds of being outside, the door opens and shuts.

"Go away Miranda I dont feel like talking." I spoke. A deep voice left my ears vibrating, surprised. "You know, you should really consider bringing a jacket around with you.. You wouldn't want to damage that oh so lovely gifted voice now would you." It was Nash. I rolled my eyes. "Leave please."

He threw his hands up in surrender, but casually placed it back in his pockets. "Word of advice, is that so bad that I'm trying to help you?" He smirked. "You know, its not really advice if when in all reality lord knows your trying to get with me so no thank you and goodbye. I'm not a slut like all the girls you sleep with." I spit. Crossing my arms and standing up. He leaned against the door and put his head back. "Well now, who ever said that I wanted to get with you? I came here to ask you a question. What do you think I was gonna fuck you on the porch?" He spoke. I scoffed attempting to walk into the house, but he was blocking the entrance.

"We never got to my questioned." I sighed and stared at him. "Is it true? Does he hit you?" He says.

I hated hearing that. I hated it more than anything in the world, because all it did was remind me of all the horrible things he's done to me so far. And I couldn't take it.

"You know fucking WHAT Nash? Whether he hits me or not, which he doesn't, it has absolutely nothing to do with you nor anything of your concern so can you please stay out of my damn life and go find yours? You know what where's your father huh? Where's your mother? Go home to them or something. Good lord." I yelled.

Nash stared at me for a minute. Said nothing, just stared with a crooked smile. He tucked his lips together. His hand laid on top the doorknob, ready to twist it, but Miranda swung it open before he could begin turning it. "Jo.. Are you okay?" I heard her, but I wasn't listening. I was busy watching as Nash's smile quickly turned into a straight face as soon as he turned the corner.

"What were you saying to Nash." She spoke. "N-nothing really I just got pissed after he asked me if it was true.. So I didn't say anything bad at all I just told him to go back to his parents and go home or something." Miranda sighed as she spoke under her breath. "Shit." She cupped her hands against her mouth. "What's wrong."

"Look. Nash's parents died of drunk driving 4 years ago. He was only 14 and whenever someone brings them up or talks about them, he just gets really upset." Out of all things I could've said. Why did it have to be something about his parents. "S-so who does he stay with?" Nash came back outside and walked in between me and Miranda.

He drove off.

"No one. All by himself, his parents were both alcoholics and they hit him every now and then. So he never really got to meet any family." I felt a wave of guilt race through my body. I felt like the devil, as if I didn't deserve to live. I've treated him like shit this whole time.

"Where does he stay?" I questioned.

"He stays at the Eagles Galore Apartment Complex."