Thief (n.g.)

Chapter 16

I sit alone in the kitchen for a for a moment or two, after, Brent left. I decide that it is probably freezing cold outside and with as irritating Nash is, I wouldn't want him out like that. Or anyone for that matter. Oh my goodness, Shawn walked to that Taylor kids house, he's probably an ice cube right now, hopefully he's okay.

  When I open the door. Nash is sitting on the porch step. He has a beer in his hand as he stares off into space. I hadn't noticed him take one out.

“What?" He sighs as I sit next to him.

“It's really cold out here." I say.

“So. What's that have to do with you?" He says rather harshly.

I'm  in my state of being a bit intimidated by him, but I tell myself I've spoken to him confidently before, and I can now.

“Well, nothing, but I thought I should tell you to come in. So you weren't cold." I say my word slowly to prevent myself from studdering.

“Um, why?" He actually sounds confused.

I shrug. “I guess I just didn't want to think of you cold our here like that."

He scrunchs his eyebrows together. “That's weird. Isn't it men are worried about women."

“It can go both ways."

He looks like he's about to say something, but instead he just looks away and stares into the distance. I probably look like an idiot starring at him. I decide to make conversation.

“What are you thinking about?" I ask.

“Why do you ask so many questions?" He huffs.

“I want to know a lot."  I mumble. “Where did you get that?" I say referring to his beer.

He grumbles. I couldn't help but ask.

“I found it out here. It's not like it matters anyway, it's one of my brothers or Tasia's." He shrugs with his good arm.

“Is it dislocated?"

“Yeah." He sighs of annoyance.

“I could fix it." I offer.

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By now we were in the house and in the living room and his shirt was off. I had saw him shirt off before, but he looks so hot right now. He chuckles a few times as I drool when I glance at him.

“Wait!" He panics. “Is it going to hurt?"

“Just a little pinch." I lie.

  I see him tence up. His breathing increases a bit.

“Wait! He panics once more. “I want you to count."

“To five?" I offer.

“To ten."

I nod.

“One, two,"

Snap!

“Fuck!" He yells in pain. “You said fucking ten!" He yells.

“I'm sorry it would have made you self-confidence and you wouldn't have let me."

He groans in pain as he hold his arm.

“You said just a pinch." He wines. “You're such a liar."

I feel so bad but he actually looks really cute when he acts like this. He's like a little kid.

“You should help Shawn with his leg." He suggests with a smirk.

I giggle. “I don't know how. He left anyway."

“Where'd he go?" He ask.

“He said he was going to Taylor's."

“Ahh." He nods. “I haven't talked to Caniff in forever.. And everyone else?"

“Probably going to bed."

“Oh." is all he says.

I shift awkwardly. “Well I'll see you in the morning then."

“Oh so you can't hang out with me because everyone is asleep?"

“What do you want to do, then?"

His evil smile sends chills down my back. “I have ideas that I don't think you would agree with. So you choose."

“Okay then. I'm going to bed." I panic.

“No no wait." He chuckles. “Lets go somewhere."

“Like?"

“You'll find out."

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I find myself  at a place I honestly don't think is legal. Probably the fact that they serve drinks to underage people.  Nash ordered me the fruityest drink there is here.

I honestly didn't want to like it, but I did. I only had about three shots and everything is turning blurry.

Nash's POV

“Oh my God dude are you already drunk?" I laugh.

She's only had four shots.

“No! I am completely sober!" She slurs.“Can you get me more?"

“No." I laugh.

“I'll pay!" She begs.

Hair falls over her face.

Eventually she is talking about random stuff. I wasn't really listening I was just watching how funny she looked rambling about anything. But of course she still was stunning. Something caught my attention.

“And I was like everyone of these boys are good looking, but Nash is hot!"

I raise my eyebrows.

“What?"

“Yeah, you are sexy!" She bites her lip. “But you scare the shit out of me!"

I decide in her drunk state I can get  a lot out of her.

“Oh, so do you like me?" I ask.

“No shit!" She laughs, reaching across the table for my unfinished drink. “I don't want to. But I do… I like this other guy too, it's really weird because you're both so different."

I frown.

“Who." I ask as she takes a drink of the drink, and scrunchs her noes. My drink was much stronger than hers. I take the drink from her  hands.

“I can't tell you." She whispers.

“Why?" I whisper back.

“Its a secret you goofball!" She giggles. “But you both are really good kissers. I think your a bit better though."

“Oh yeah?"

I don't know why but I found this as an advantage against this other  guy.

Wait why do I need an advantage? Who cares?! Just fucking kiss her!

That's what I did. But I had no idea where it would end to.