Unbelievable

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Chapter 22

I looked down at my wrapped up aide and back to Nash. Yeah I know I should have been like 'oh my gosh thank you so much your my savior' but it went nothing like that at all. I got my breathing under control after waking up from a 'bad dream', and or being passed out.

"YOU BETTER NOT HAVE-" I couldn't even get five words out before Nash had to interrupt. And I thought I was bad!

"Maylee before you get mad, I didn't do anything or look anywhere I shouldn't without permission." Nash insists. Moving so he was standing over me. "But if you would like-" I cut him off this time. Why did he have to be such a perverted guy? Well I guess all guys that are teenagers are perverts.

"NO! YOU- NASH STOP!" Once again I couldn't even get five words out! Nash jumped onto of me, pinning me on the couch. He was straddling me but he made sure to sit up farther because of my stabbed side. I tried to get Nash off of me but he just held my arms and made it impossible! I seriously just woke up from being PASSED OUT and he was already jumping all over me! The guys started to laugh like crazy following Nash's lead. My whole body was shacking from Nash laughing and I was becoming increasingly more annoyed at him. "GET OFF!" I screamed.

"Oh May you do realize I have complete control right now. Not you." The guys start to laugh at Nash's comment which by the way wasn't that funny! "So... I will do... What... I want." Nash started to lean closer to my face and I tried as best as I could to sink into the couch but it wasn't possible. He continued to lean in, causing my breath to hitch in my throat an my breathing to become unsteady and my heart started to race.

"Uh Nash. What are you doing? Please stop..." I say trying to be confident. Yeah it didn't work. I started to struggle and Nash backed up chuckling. "Let go!" I say clearly not caring Nash's comment that he's in 'complete' control.

"Hey Nash if she's being annoying I would be more then happy to trade places and reach her a lesson." Joey says. I turn my head and look at him and he winks at me. Uh when did he he here?! God I was hoping he never showed up!

"You no Joey that might-" I cut Nash off. I grab onto the sleeve of his shirt and hold on for dear life! Not literally, that is. He looks back down at me and smirks. "-That might not be a good idea. Don't touch her Joey." I am so relieved at what Nash says that I feel like hugging him... but then again he is my kidnapper... Joey walks out of the room mumbling under his breath. "Your welcome princess."

"Hey May." Joey says walking back in the room, as the rest of the guys leave the room but the one on top of me. "I'll get you later, alone. Then were have some really fun." Joey walks out of the room leaving my eyes wide.

"Shut up Joey! Your not going to touch her!" Nash yells back to Joey. "Look May I won't let him hurt you. I promise," Nash looks down at me and gives me a smile.

"Promise?" I ask even though I don't like promises.

"Promise." He says it so calmly.

"My god thank you Nash." I say as I sit up as best as I can with Nash still on me and wrap my tiny arms around his body. He hugs me back and we stay like that. I know I shouldn't I know it's not right but if Nash left me with Joey who knew what would happen. 'I need to pull away' I tell myself. He's my kidnapper it doesn't matter if he is 'helping' me or not. I tried to pull away but Nash only squeezed me tighter.

"May you have to trust me. I'm trying to help you. Just believe me." I pull away but before I can lay back down he grabs my arms and holds me still. "Do you believe me May?" I jut kinda sit there and look at him and don't say anything. "How about I look at you hip?" I want to tell me no but he pushes me down so I was laying flat. He moves my shirt up some exposing my wrapped up hip. Nash ran his hand along the stab wound and everywhere his hand went it left fireworks behind.

Yes I don't mean literally.

Yes I know it sounds cheesy.

Yes I refuse to fall for him!

But what if he's falling for me?!

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