empty → nate maloley

ten

"so you gonna go home?" nate asked me as we were sitting on the couch waiting for swazz and sammy to come back with food.

i shrug, "if i do, he's going to be more than pissed at me that's for sure." i sighed. 

i felt nate reach over and take my hand in his. "i really appreciate you doing that for me." he smiled. 

i shrugged again, "gilinsky said they needed my help. i wasn't going to let you suffer, of course i was going to help."

he sighed and looked down, playing with my fingers. "i'm sorry for yelling at you and telling you stop being mary jane. you're nothing like her."

"it's okay nate, i get it." i nodded. "your friends said that you've never acted this way before, why now?" i ask.

nate shrugged, "i don't know, maybe because i'm scared."

i furrow my eyebrows. "scared? scared of what?"

before nate could answer two boys burst through the door with bags of food in their hand. "food's here ladies and gentlemen!" sammy yelled. 

i laugh and look back at nate to ask him what he was going to say but he was gone. i looked around and saw him in the kitchen with the boys, grabbing food. i furrow my eyebrows; okay??

"since mia was such a hero, i decided to get your egg rolls and noodles." john smiled at me, handing me a separate bag. 

before they left we got in a small argument about where to eat. the boys wanted fast food, burgers and friends, and i wanted chinese food. 

i roll my eyes but smile, taking the food from him. "gee thanks, swift." 

"no problem, villegas." he winked at me before popping a few fries in his mouth. 

i looked over at nate and noticed he was tense again. it still confuses me on why he gets mad when i interact with swazz. 

"gimme a free." i demand to nate. 

he snapped out of whatever trance in his way and looked my way, furrowing his eyebrows. "fuck no. you're the one who wanted eggs rolls and shit."

"so?" i frowned. "one fry." 

"no." he smirked, purposely eating his fries to annoy me. 

i squint my eyes at him and grabbed the box of fries before running. 

"mia! give me back my fries!" he yelled, running after me. 

"you have to catch me first!" i yell, running around the couch. 

he stood on the other side of me with an outstretched hand. "mia, hand me back the fries and no one gets hurts." 

i smirk and grab two fries, eating them. "oops?" 

nate lunged at me and i made a ran for it. i yelp and giggle when i feel  hand snake around my waist; nate had caught me. 

we were both breathing hard from running and he kept his arm around my waist. he didnt do anything but stare at me which only made me confused. nate's eyes stared down into mine. i froze when he i noticed he was leaning down, oh my god is he going to kiss me? stop him, mia; wait no, don't stop him. oh my god. 

before i knew it, i felt the fries being lifted from my hand to a smirking nate. he played me. that fucker. 

"thanks, lil mama." he grinned, going back to his food. 

i stood up straight and fixed my clothes, i knew my cheeks were hot. nate always gets me this way and i don't know why. sure he's very attractive, it's just... weird. 

"you love birds done?" sammy asked fake annoyed.

"yup." nate smiled in satisfactory that he got his fries back. 

"i feel played." i admitted, joining the group of boys again. i took out my fork and dug into my noodles. 

"aw baby, if you want me to kiss you just say so." i hear nate say. 

i stop eating and almost choke on my noodles, i glance over at nate and of course he has that stupid smirk on his face. john and sammy snicker in front of me causing me to glare at them and they shut up. 

nate laughs and nudges me with his elbow. "don't be mad, ma. we just playin'." he smirked. 

"i know," i said, taking a bite of my egg roll. "but don't be mad when i play back." i pulled at nate on him by winking.