Jealous

Part 7

*Ding

I open my eyes and look around. Where am.... last night starts to replay in my head. I try to move to grab my phone, but something tightens around my waist. I look down to see Nick's arm. I gently snake my arm out from under him and grab me phone. It's 9:17. TWENTY UNREAD MESSAGES! What the crap! They are all from Kate and Abby.

Where are you? 

Are you staying the night?

Where are we gonna meet up?

We took the car.

I reply with a simple, "I'll find my way back."

I wriggle out of Nick's grasp, careful not to wake him. I stand and look down at him. Do I say goodbye? Do I just leave? No, I have to say goodbye. I kneel down and poke his stomach. His eyes open and he smiles. I roll my eyes, "Good morning sleepy-head."

" G'd Morning.", he says sitting up. I climb back onto the couch and sit next to him. 

"So... it's about 9:30."

He nods knowing the question I'm going to ask next.

I take a deep breathe, "When are you leaving?"

He looks at me, " I'll need to be in Texas by 6:00. I've got an interview with some radio station."

He almost looks sad to leave, but I know he can't be. It's probably just some act he does for all the girls he hooks up with to make them feel special and nedded. "Well it's working.", I turn red realizing i had just said that outload. 

"What's working?", he asks.

Shit!

"Umm nothing.", i reply quickly. He looks concerned and confused, but brushes it off. 

"We probably only have about 7 hours to umm... spend time together.", he says rubbing his hands together nervously. I grab them.

"Ok, that's fine. We'll make the best of it.", he still seems extremely fidgety. "Hey.", I place my hand under his chin and tilt his head up so he's looking at me. It's silent for a moment. Our breathes are in sync. He seems to be taking me in trying to remember me. "What are you going to miss me or something.", i say laughing slightly. That's when he places his hand under me chin and tilts my face up so our lips are inches apart. 

"Yeah, I think maybe I am.", he breathes in and connects our lips. It's not a rough kiss, but instead gentle and soft. I take in what he has just said and pull back.

"Why would you miss me, we literally just met?", i ask looking down. He crawls off of the couch and kneels infront of me. 

"I'm going to miss you because I don't want this... us to end.", he looks at me and i nodd trying to understand. "I know I've just met you now, but I want to know more about you. I want us to go on dates and lay in the back of a truck looking up at the stars.", Nick takes a deep breath before saying the next part. "I think that maybe we could work. I'm only on tour for another 3 months and then I'm off. I could come back here to Atlanta. We could live together. Start a life. Go on dates. See movies....", before he can say anything else I inturupt. 

"Nick, why me. There are millions of girls out there who want to be with you. Millions of richer, prettier, more famous girls than me.", he stares at me for a moment.

"Why not you?", he asks. "Sure maybe your not famous or rich, but you are the most gorgeous girl i have ever seen. I can't just leave you behind. I can't even stand thinking of never seeing you again." he leans forward and kisses me on the cheek. "Grace, I really like you."

I stare at him trying to see if he's lying or not, but he seems to be telling the honest truth. "Look, I just... If I give you a chance... I don't want to get hurt. I don't want to fall for you and then see that you've hooked up with some slut." I feel a tear run down my cheek. I move to wipe it away, but his thumb is already on my cheek.

"Please give me a chance. You could even come on the rest of the tour with me!", a smile spreads across his face.

"I wish I could, but I can't just abandon my life. I've got a job and rent to pay on my apartment. I have friends and family that care about me..." , he places a kiss on my lips.

"I care about you.", he says as he detaches our lips. 

I take in a breath, "Okay."

"Okay what?"

"Okay I'll give you a chance."