You Own My Heart...She's Just Renting. [Sequel to 'No Strings Attached']

Chapter Thirty-Four ●● Troublemakers to the Core

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Jordan’s P.O.V

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, Nathan!”

“Please?”

“Am I really gonna repeat myself again?”

Nathan sighed impatiently and stood up from Heather’s bed. I remained a few feet away from him, leaning against the wall. We have been arguing for the past ten minutes. About what you might ask? Well-

“Can you please just skip one day for me?” Nathan asked.

Yepp, that’s right. Nathan wanted me to skip my little class field trip today to spend the day with him. Don’t get me wrong, I love him and I missed him soo much, but I can’t just blow off my class trip like that.

“Nathan,” I said. “My bus is gonna be here any second, and if I’m not there, my teachers will freak. You know I’d love to roam around Paris with you, but I can’t right now. I have a class to be with. Sorry.”

Nathan rolled his eyes and stomped towards the door. “Then I’ll handle this myself,” he announced.

Did he really think that going downstairs to the lobby where a bunch of teen/mid-twenty year old girls was a smart idea? Considering, ya know, the fact that he was the Nathan Sykes from The Wanted?

“Nathan!” I called after him as I ran towards the door. As soon as I stepped out, the door slammed shut behind me and I couldn’t find my boyfriend anywhere. “Nathan?” I called again. My eyes fell to the end of the hallway and I finally found him standing in front of the elevator with his arms crossed, tapping his foot impatiently. “Nathan!”

Nathan turned his head casually and stared at me for a few moments before he leaned over and pressed the elevator button again.

“Ya know, hitting it over and over again won’t make it come any faster,” I pointed out.

“Well I’m testing that statement right now.”

“Nathan, stop being stubborn and listen to me!” I snapped. I hate when people don’t listen to me.

Nathan stopped tapping his foot and uncrossed his arms and nodded at me, showing that he was listening.

I took a deep breath and tried to recollect myself. “Nathan, what the heck do you even plan on saying or doing down there? First of all, you do know that nearly eighty percent of the girls in my class are fans of The Wanted and how are you ever going to convince my teachers to let me stay?”

Nathan shrugged and slipped his hands into his pockets. “Simple,” he replied. “I go downstairs, smile a little at the fans, sigh a couple autographs, and then I tell your teachers how unfortunate it is that Miss Blake couldn’t participate in the class activities today because he is incredibly sick in bed.” He smiled at himself at his own plan. Boy, did he seem confident.

But now it was my turn to cross my arms and stare at him. I tilted my head to the side. “Oh, so I’m sick now, am I?” I scoffed. “As if they’ll ever believe you.”

“Don’t worry,” he reassured me as I heard the ding! of the elevators. He walked by me and stepped through the doors. “I have everything planned. See ya later babe,” he waved as the elevator doors closed.

“No!” I shouted. “Nathan, don’t you dare-“

But it was too late. The doors closed, and down the elevator went.