I bang my fist against the leather steering wheel. I tried to start the car again but it wouldn't work. I sigh stepping out and closing it, hard. "Karma's a bitch". I mumbled under my breath.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe God was saying "Go back in there and try again." Or something. I roll my eyes and follow orders walking back up to room 406. He opens it.
"What now." He says. "Can we talk again." I say. "Depends, are you going to scream at me this time?" I shake my head no and he steps aside making way for me to come in. I refused. I refused to become like Ethan. I refused to treat a guy who has nobody like shit. I knew that he may fake a smirk, he may fake a smile, but on the inside he was empty. Knowing that I was one of the causes of that, made my eyes glossy.
"I'M SORRY OKAY? I'M SORRY THAT YOUR PARENTS PASSED. I'M SORRY FOR TREATING YOU LIKE COMPLETE SHIT. I'M SORRY FOR MAKING YOU FEEL WORTHLESS, BUT NASH IF SEX IS ALL YOU WANT, I NEED TO KNOW NOW. I NEED TO KNOW IF I'M WASTING MY TIME. IF ANY OF WHAT YOU SAID WAS TRUE PLEASE TELL ME BUT NASH I'M SORRY. I JUST DON'T WANT TO FIGHT PEOPLE ANYMORE." I blurted out. He stared at me with his hands in his pockets. At this point, my heart was racing, I felt lightheaded, tears were racing down my cheek.
He wrapped his arms around me. He was hugging me?.. His thumb and pointer finger lifted up my chin. He wiped away my tears using his thumb. Our lips were centimeters apart.
All of a sudden the door slams open.
"Ethan?.. W-what are you doing here?" I spoke.
"Bl-blake told me.. whereee you wereee". He slurred with a bottle of Gin in his left hand. He took another sip and began breathing heavily. He tightly grabbed my wrist as I began to whimper. "Comee onnn you stupid bitch!" He yelled. Nash walked between the two of us, causing him to lose his grip. "Who the fuck is this." He spoke softly. It was like he was sober.
"I'm Nash. And you must be Ethan?" He replied. "Yea, yea. Come on Jordan he said. "No I wanna stay." I spoke. I had no idea what the hell just came out of my mouth. Why the hell do I wanna stay here? And how the fuck did I just stand up to him. "What the hell did you just say to me?" Ethan yelled. "She said she wants to stay. Now get the fuck off her." Nash spit. "Ooooh Nash Grier. I'm so scared." He slurred. "Let me go!" I yelled squirming around trying to escape his grip. He breathed heavily, before punching me square in the face, tightening his grip on my fragile wrist from previous bruises and scars he gave me. I touched the blood that
Nash chuckled. Why was he laughing? Again at a time like this. His smile turned into a frown as he squinted his eyes, glaring at Ethan. "You STUPID SON OF A BITCH."
Nash quickly swung his fist at Ethan, causing Ethan to lose his grip and fall to the floor. Nash hovered over him and began punching him. Over, and over, and over. "NASH STOP IT." I pulled Nash off of him as he picked Ethan up by his collar. His fist flew across his face one last time, before Nash threw him out.
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Streetside: A Nash Grier Fanfic
Random"It's not all okay. I know you're a mess. And you drive me insane, but I love you. And your my mess."
