Deceiving Destiny

Chapter 4: Not so Brave Merida Trapped Amidst the Raging Hormones of Musketeers

Chapter 4:Not so Brave Merida Trapped Amidst the Raging Hormones of the Three Musketeers

"Mads, let me in."

Nate's raspy voice echoing in the backdrop further roused me from the haze-like state I've been in, the magnanimity of what just happened- of what could've happened- slapping me in the face.

Darn it. I shouldn't have let things went that far. Damn Blake.

I cautiously tapped open the faucet to my right, fearing that whatever sound it may have caused will give Nate an inkling to the disastrous and fortuitous encounter I had with Blake. Nate would've come off as an impassive and not-into-romance type of guy- what with him seeming to not want to pour me with affection whenever we are around the school vicinity- but when it comes to someone threatening to steal what's in his possession, he could be very vicious and despicable; I've seen it once and am hoping to not witness it again- Nate's alter ego.

I slowly lowered myself on the sink and let the cool water glide across my face, wanting to erase all traces of vulnerability that Blake had managed to rise from deep within me given the slight amount of time; but the way my heart keeps on pumping vigorously and my senses on full alert, I doubt that I'll be able to do just that.

"Mads, please."

Sighing, I hauled myself off the sink- carelessly drying my face with the hem of my shirt- and begrudgingly walked towards the door, not really wanting to talk to Nate right now.

I'm never a fan of reconciliation. People usually promise you all these bullshit lies they never intend on fulfilling, and repeating the same things over and over again. I think I'll never fully grasp what 'sorry' really means; I've heard the damned word too many times to last me a lifetime.

"Mads." Nate breathed out when he saw me. He looked worn out and defeated; his brown hair uncharacteristically messy with droplets of water managing to slip out from its strand, his lips are unusually dry, and his once checkered polo replaced by a navy blue baseball tee. He most probably had just finished training with the rest of the school's football team.

"Where have you been Mads? I'm worried sick about you. Why did you ran off like that?"

I looked at Nate, really looked at him; he seemed genuinely curious, like he really doesn't have a clue about my not so graceful crack-up and wondered for the nth time if I just overreacted. The way Nate's looking at me right now- his teal eyes swirling with concern- made me doubt whatever confidence I've left.

When I didn't answer right away, Nate quickly covered the distance between us and cupped my face with his hands.

"Don't do something like that ever again okay? You should've at least let me know. A call or a text would suffice."

I kept silent, not really knowing what to say. Maybe it's a talent of his or what- but Nate had a way of making me question myself and my emotions to be scattered all over the place.

"Answer me Mads. Are you still mad at me? C'mon, don't be childish." Nate's voice turned reproachful, scolding me like a mom would do to her child. I'm kind of thrown off guard by the sudden change in Nate- one second, he's concerned and helpless and then the next, he's quite the opposite of that- and as my feelings continuously wreaked havoc inside of me, the anger I felt earlier resurfaced once again.

Deep breaths Madielyn. Deep breaths. You wouldn't want to fight with your boyfriend right?

"They're just messing with you." Nate stated. "I mean, like a friend would do to a friend. You shouldn't have taken it seriously." He hastily added as he saw my glare.