Like Gold // Nate Maloley

[ seventeen ]

Bang Bang Bang

I shook out of my sleep, waking up to complete darkness once again. My dress was still on, I remember putting it on & going out with Nate and everyone. I remember drinking things back to back, but after that, everything is foggy. Nate wasn't in bed beside me and I was beginning to think it was him banging on the door.

Bang Bang Bang, the door went again.

"Lux," Nate shouted from the other side. "Open up."

"Just a minute," I groaned, barely able to get myself out of bed. When I opened the door, Nate looked less than please.

"How's your night goin'?" His breath smelled fresh with hard liquor, yet he was able to stand straight as opposed to me who had to lean on the doorknob.

"I was sleeping," I rubbed my eyes.

"Sure about that?"

Nate let himself in, turning on the lights. I was confused. He looked on the floor around my bed, searching for something. Something was wrong.

"What are— what are you even doing?" I asked.

He takes his phone out of his pocket, charging toward me, nearly shoving the screen in my face. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. Within seconds, I was horrified. 

Derek had posted a picture on his Twitter...of him in bed next to me. His eyes were cut off & my head was turned the other way, but Nate could easily tell it was me from the dress I had on & the small tattoo on my arm. Derek's shirt was off, & the caption read: 'when u give her that french head game'.

It felt like the air was knocked out of my lungs. The outraged fangirl comments were the least of my worries, the bottom of the list. I knew that whatever I say to him is about to be used against me, innocent or not.

"Care to explain?"

I was about to speak but then the bathroom door opened, much to my surprise. Out walks Derek wearing only his boxers & he dried his wet hair with a towel. He glances between me and Nate, then acts like nothing was wrong. I was ready to cut off his air supply.

"Oh shit, what's up Maloley?" Derek smiled. "I hope you don't mind if I got a little personal with your assistant."

"You fuckin' wish!" I yelled. "Nate, I swear I didn't do anything with him."

"Sure about that, babygirl?" Derek smirks & smells his finger. "I think you liked it."

I was about to lunge at him but Nate beat me to it. The boys were scuffling yet again but it was way more intense than last time. It all happened so fast. There was blood, a little got on the floor. Swazz and Rupp had to jump in and break it up while Tez held me back.

"Oh I see," Derek taunted while Rupp held him aside. "She's more than your assistant huh? Ya'll fuckin'? Ya'll must be...you real mad!"

"I swear. Fuck off, Derek!" I warn him.

"Yo get off me," Nate yelled at Swazz. He shook his head at all of us and then left my room.

"You need to go back to wherever it is you fuckin' came from," Rupp told Derek. "Real talk."

Derek held his hands up, giving me the most devious grin. "My work is done here."

"Why are you doing this," a tear rolled down my cheek. "You need to tell him nothing happened between us...you need to-"

"I don't need to do shit," Derek shrugged. He grabbed his clothes out the bathroom & left.

There was probably already enough mascara rolling down my cheeks. I looked around the room trying to figure out what I had to do now.