"He's a bad boy. He's bad news"
Abigail Antonias was warned as soon as she entered her fourth high school that a particular boy named Nathaniel Reece was the definition of a bad boy, and is best to just avoid. But that just made Abigail's curiousity...
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So,it took me a month to update.
Sorry. But I hope this chapter is good enough to make it up to you guys, but before Move on.
Covers by @My_Sweet_Paradise
Chapter 22
I just looked out the window, enjoying the silence in the car as we drove back towards school. Once in a while, Nate would hum along to a song playing on the radio, and I would look at him. He's just give me a nonchalant smile and go back to humming while tapping his fingers. I would let out a soft laugh and let him, loving the sight of him happy and carefree.
It made me feel special to think that he was only ever this genuinely happy around me.
I propped myself on my elbow, resting it on the window sill, and watched as we stopped at a red light, right beside a beach. Watching the waves lapping against the sand rhythmically calmed me. It was a serene view. It was one of those views you just wish you could sit and watch forever, and know you can never get bored.
Before I knew it, we were making a right turn straight into the beach. Shocked, I looked over at Nate. He noticed the incredulous look on my face and responded with a wink, to which I responded with an annoyed huff.
"Seriously, what are you doing?" I exclaimed. Nate swerved into an empty spot and parked the car.
"Do you remember when you woke me up at, what, 2 am at night? Just to tell me that you wanted to go to.."
"The beach" I finished his sentence, looking back at the alluring view. One one hand, I really just wanted to go crazy with Nate. But of course, there was still a drop of 'saint' left in me that was worried about school. "Mr Jennings said..."
"9pm. It's 4:30, we have plenty of time to kill" he said, taking ahold of my wrist. But I was fixated on the spot. I looked at Nate. No, really looked at him, and noticed the way my heart skipped a beat. I was honestly flattered that he remembered , and slightly worried that this boy was making me go all mushy. Nate obviously realised I wasn't budging and dropped my hand. "Unless you don't want to" he said defeatedly.
