Tara's POV
Well..they could be... bestfriends or possibly first love victims?
"All I can say right now is.. THAT GIRL'S A SLUT. EVERY HUMAN IN THE WORLD COULD TELL!" -Rose cut my thought.
"You mean every 'GIRL'. Some boys wouldn't mind those types because they usually get seduced or something." Jimmy asserted.
I just sniffed and sighed hoping that we all thought wrong.
Nathan's POV
Dismissal...
(Campus Garden)
She was still clinging into my arm. In fact, she was with me for like half a day...I almost didn't feel my muscles because of her tight grip.
I paused from walking when I heard my phone suddenly rang inside my knapsack.
"Do you have to answer that?" She whined as she tugged my jacket sleeve.
Yes, I badly need distraction
I gave her a peer look as I shook my arms from her possessive hands, then reached for my phone inside my bag and looked longingly to the screen as I saw Tara's name.
"Who's calling?" She irked me.
I didn't respond to her again and just tapped to answer the call...
Tara's POV
"Umm Hello? Nathan? Is that you?" I spoke first.
"What is it?" He responded in the other line.
"I texted you earlier... did you receive it?"
"Errr no."
"What?! For sure he saw the message.. he just didn't reply..." Rose grumbled beside me.
"Yeah! And I think he's with that GIRL right now..He prefers on flirting than being with us huh! Bros before hoes dude!" -Jim
"Hush you two! He'll hear!" I whispered, covering the mic around my phone.
"Um..Uhh.. I texted to tell you that Mr. Tyler would not check every Friday for our project now. Instead, he'll just observe the final output instead. Oh and the deadline would be this month.." I spoke.
"Ok."
"So.. are you available later?? I mean we have to make another vid---"
*toot!*
"Wa-wait... hello? hello? Are you there? Nathan?" I tapped the screen, checking if I really lost him.
"He hung up on you? WOW GREAT!" Rose said with all irony.
"What now?..." -Jimmy
"I'll just do the video again on my own," I shrugged and sighed.
Nathan's POV
Juliet grabbed my phone from my ears abruptly, her nails scratched slightly to my skin. She ended the call with just one click and kept my cellular inside her handbag.
"What the---what the f*ck are you doing?!!"
"What am I doing? Huh! Are you that cold as ice? You know that I hate it when you talk to girls!!"
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Disambiguation
Teen FictionAlters - there are lots of definition behind this small word. But for this story, it would be one complicated thing, especially to a 17-year-old girl who happened to be involved in a guy's life who insanely has two different personalities dominating...
