Just a Number / NR

013. trouble

unedited

sunday,
january 26

Jamie Benson

     I looked into Nick's eyes, hoping for him to say something.

"Well, I better go find Hannah," he said, looking down. Don't leave me, I thought.

"Yeah, I better find Taylor," I said, remembering the disgusting scene from earlier. Nick and I walked back and side, gaining a few looks, but not many. Suddenly, Nick was gone. I looked around a few times, but I was alone. I sighed and crossed my arms, looking for Taylor.

"Where've you been?" A voice slurred heavily behind me. I swiftly turned, my hair flipping in the process. Taylor soon appeared in my sight as I removed hair from my face. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me to his front.

"You're drunk," I said, trying to push him away slightly.

"Not at all," he said, placing his lips on mine. I pulled away once the beer-tasting-lips were placed onto my lips. I sighed.

"I know you want this," he said, winking.

"Why don't you go tell that to Veronica," I spit.

"You're the whore, so," he said. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"Hey! Don't talk about her that way you douche," Nick said, entering the conversation suddenly. I sighed once more before trying to walk away, but Taylor's hand gripped my upper arm, causing me to wince in pain. Nick suddenly pushed him off of me when he realized the pain resembled on my face and in my eyes. Taylor fell into the lamp nearby, breaking it when it hit the wooden floor. Taylor got up, pushing Nick back drunkenly.

"It's not my fault you're lover is a whore," Taylor spit, laughing by himself. We now had everyone's attention. Nick, who was impressively sober, tackled Taylor, causing a fight.

After punches were thrown, we finally pulled hem apart.

"Taylor, don't talk to me again. And by the way, Nick isn't my boyfriend, and if anyone's a whore it's you and Vanessa," I said, walking away from him, earning small batches of claps. I don't deserve claps, I thought. Once I was outside, I remembered Taylor was my ride. I sighed and pulled my phone out, but was pulled away from that task when someone tapped my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Nick asked me.

"More like, are you okay?" I questioned, locking my phone.

"Yeah, it's just that jerk," he said, scoffing at Taylor. I snickered slightly.

"Do you need a ride? I'll drive you home," he offered.

"Um," I hesitated, "yeah, sure."

"Okay," he said, nodding. I walked with him to the familiar black car and got in once he unlocked it. We pulled out of the driveway quickly and were on our way.

     A few minutes later, we arrived to my house. Nick, parked the car, but waited.

"Jamie. I need you to know that I wasn't trying to be an overprotective boyfriends when I saw Blake kissing you. I just got, well, jealous. I want you so badly to forgive me, and I will do what ever it takes," he explained.

"Nick, I forgive you," I replied, lifting my eyes to the front of the car, and then to Nick.

     Suddenly, Nick smashed his lips onto mine. I kissed back immediately, completely indulging into his lips. I want this so bad, I thought. We continued kissing, until, suddenly, Nick pulled away.

"I want you to be mine. We can work around the age gap and we can go on more dates to get to know each other. Anything it takes for every time I close my eyes to fall asleep, I know that's you're mine, and only mine," he said, "will you be mine?"

"Yes, of course," I said, placing my lips onto his again before saying goodnight. I waved goodbye before walking into the house with a smile, but that smile was wiped away once I saw my aunt standing near the door with raised eyebrows.

I sighed.

You're in trouble.