Gucci in Juvie

Chapter 17

'Can't keep my hands to myself/ I mean I could, but why would I want to?'

-Hands to Myself, Selena Gomez

We were on a bathroom break again, and my body felt so stiff from having been curled up in the weirdest position for the whole night. When I lifted my arm, I'm pretty sure I heard everything crack at once, from my fingers to my wrist to my elbow to my shoulder joint.

'My butt is on fire.'

'Nathan, I don't want to know what your derrière is doing.' I sneaked a glance and nodded approvingly to myself. 'Actually no, I change my mind.'

Nathan blushed. As he always does whenever I say something relatively dirty. I admired his cheekbone structure, now tinted red from the blood rushing to his face.

But this time, something was different.

Nathan looked a little less vulnerable than he usually did whenever I teased him like this. His eyes had this determined glint in them and his jaw was clenched as he turned to look at me.

We stared at each other for a few seconds, and I could see him struggling internally, looking like he wanted to say something but was refraining from doing so. Honestly, it was killing me a little. What did he want to tell me? And why was he stopping himself from speaking up?

Finally, Nathan opened his mouth and spoke. 'When you say things like that...um..' He trailed off and looks down at his shoes shyly, scuffing them against the ground.

'Yes?' I probed.

'Do you.... Why do...'

'Spit it out already!' I stamped my foot against the cement impatiently.

'Why do you say things like that?' His words rushed out like a gushing rapid.

'Because I'm flirting with you. Duh?'

Nathan opened his mouth, then closed his mouth, then opened, then closed. He looked like a hot goldfish.

'Flirting?' His voice sounded strangled and hopeful at the same time.

'Flirting. An English word originating from the mid-16th century. Definition: to playfully tease and speak to somebody that one finds attractive. That somebody, in this case, is you by the way. Used to pursue ones romantic interests, again, this is you, and is a wooing technique applied by many around the world today.'

'Oh...oh okay.' Nathan smiled.

Ugh, that boy. Sometimes I wanted to punch his lights out, sometimes I wanted to squeeze his cheeks because he was so dang cute, and sometimes I wanted to make out with him on the spot.

It was a bit of a mix of all three, at that moment.

'Do you.....mean what you say?'

'Huh?'

His shoulders dropped but he continued. 'Like how you just told me that..um..'

'That you have a nice butt?'

Nathan flushed.

'I told you that because you do have a nice butt.'

Nathan stayed quiet.

'Penny for your thoughts?'

'Why do you flirt with me?'

Why do you flirt with me?

Why do you flirt with me?

The question echoed in my head and suddenly, all these words rushed out of my mouth and I couldn't stop them.