Not Gonna Fall In Love With You

Chapter Three

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Never run away from your problems, because belive me your problems run much faster. After ignoring the weird feeling in my stomach, I had to face a hard consequence, which involved me puking hard on my so called 'illegal love'. Throughout my life, I had been the victim of many gut-wrenching embarassing moments, but this by far, was the worst!

I mean, way to be graceful. Now he will never like me, ever.

Not that I care, I mean.

"Omg! I'm so sorry....I didn't mean to do it. Hear let me help you." I said with a gulity conscience.

"No...it's fine." He replied uncertain of what had just happened. I wouldn't blame him though, if i were in his place I would probably take a whole lifetime, to deal with this reality.

"It's not fine. I just puked on you. Come with me. I'll help you clean it."

"Umm..." He replied in a still unsure manner.

I then bent over and took his hand. As soon as our hands touched, I felt a rush of uncontrollable hormones running through me, making me blush. God! They say karma's a bitch but little do they know, how big a bitch are our hormones. However, this first contact didn't seem to have much of an effect on him as he seemed a bit taken aback by this, clearly not so pleased.

I then led him by the hand , to the washroom, which thank god wasn't too far from the kitchen. In a few minutes we were in the washroom, which luckily wasn't already occupied by anyone. I took a napkin from the small cupboard above the sink and soaked it with water. I was going to say something but he already started to speak.

"You know you really don't need to do this. I can do it myself."

He spoke with his, if I must add, smouldering voice. It was just perfection. Oh no! I was doing it again.

"Stop it Cameron! Stop falling for a guy you barely know! You have a boyfriend, remember?!" My conscience taunted me, but it was as always right. I really needed to put a halt to this.

"No...I have to do this. You know you gotta clean up the mess you make, yourself. So remove your shirt, so I can clean it." Oh no! did I just say that. This can't be happenning.. I mean, I don't mind if it does, but...

"Umm...excuse me?" He replied clearly shocked, by my oh-so innocent request.

" Relax..I am not raping you. I am just asking you for your shirt. So that I can clean it, silly."

"Ok" He chuckled softly. Then without thinking for a minute he removed his shirt off and handed it over to me.

I am gonna die. I am not even kidding. He looked super hot. His well-defined chest, and his arms bustling with muscles, are gonna be my end. I am not kidding. How can someone look so good? If hotness was a crime, he would be held guilty as charged.

His chest was well-ripped, I must say. I mean hardly, ever see a seventeen-year old, with such evident abs. I mean though Nate as some, it's not so obvious as his. As my eyes move up his chest, I noticed a scar, whichI think ran all the way to his back. Hmm..Strange.

"Anyways, how come you're here? Like I'm pretty sure you are a new admission. So, being in a party on your first day of school, is pretty much impossible unless you are Brad Pitt or something." I said trying to distract myself, from him.

"Hm.. Well, I am new. My dad had some kind of transfer, so you know the drill...And yeah I'm here as the guys from the team....the football team, invited me."