Masquerade ✔️

fourteen: nate

But I gave her my time for two or three nights. Then I put it on pause 'til the moment was right.

God, I'm such an idiot. An idiot for rejecting her. An idiot for not wanting the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. But I told her to stop, and she did.

She left. Picked up her clothes, picked up her pride, and left. And I don't know if I'll ever see her again, or if she's upset, or hurt, or if I can tell her that I don't want a fling.

But I don't know. And that's why I'm sitting alone in a living room, nearly naked with a rather unfortunate boner. Ridiculously, impossibly unfortunate.

Grandma. Mom and Dad having sex. Richard's secret stash of S&M s.hit. Sea slugs. Danny DeVito, unwaxed in a Speedo.

Good. I pick my pants up off the floor and pull them on, buttoning them carefully before putting my shoes on. I'm going home, I don't want to spend another second here.

I slide my shirt buttons through their holes neatly, refusing to look like I just had sex. I'll walk out with dignity and pride, leave and won't look back. Smoothing out the wrinkles in my shirt, I yank my shoes on and run my fingers through my hair, attempting to make myself seem presentable.

I don't even know her name. I don't know know her name, and I'm falling for her. I'm falling for her, for a girl I don't know who kissed me during fireworks and told me she was bored and I think I might be falling in love with her. Is that stupid?

Of course it's stupid. Impossibly stupid. Insanely stupid. But I can't help it. I'm slowly but surely falling in love with a girl and I don't even know her name, and I'm an idiot.

Jesus. I tie up the string of my mask behind my head, careful not to tie up hair with it, and hope the plastic will cover my crumpled face.

I'm crumpling. I'm dying. I don't even know why I stopped her. I just knew it wasn't the right time. It wasn't the right moment, so I stopped it and now I'm an idiot.

But deep down, I know I did the right thing. I did the right thing by stopping, and now I hate myself.

I open the door and turn left, when something on the floor catches my eye. It glints under the light, shining on the tile.

Bending over, I pick up the piece of metal and examine it. It's a bracelet, more of a bangle, made of silver and inlaid with several small sapphires. It looks old, not old but made a long time ago, and it's very beautiful.

I think it's hers. Something about it is familiar, I've definitely seen it before. I don't want to steal it or anything, that's hideous, but maybe I'll save it to give to her next time. I'll be able to find her next time, to give her this and tell her everything.

Slipping the bracelet into my pocket, I turn and walk down the hallway, my steps calm but my mind anything but.

A/N: oops i did a filler again