demons | nash grier

chapter eleven

nash

i really fucked this up.

it's been a day of nothing but laying in bed and hoping she'd text me, maybe asking for an explanation. an explanation i didn't really have, because i let their thoughts persuade me. i went onto twitter and went to arianna's profile. i was happy when the "follows you" sign still showed up, but then i looked at her tweets. she had been talking to Cameron since yesterday, which means she ran right back to him after we were over. she probably never cared. maybe cameron was secretly dating her and didn't want to tell me, and had us break up so ari could be all his?

nash, you're fuckin' insane.

so i pulled out a small wooden box from under my bed and did the only thing that seemed right at the moment.

arianna

i was sure now, more than ever, that i needed nash back.

not being able to call him mine anymore made me cry, and not being able to go to our texts because it also upset me was like hell. i wanted to talk to him, but i told myself if he wanted me  back, he'd try.

so i waited.

the only texts i received were from cam or taylor, or my parents texting me while at work to see how i was doing and if i had eaten.

i pulled my bike out of the garage and climbed onto it, making my way to the closest grocery store. i made sure my bike was securely locked to the bike rack because chicago is a big city and it wouldn't surprise me if someone stole my bike for the couple minutes i'd be in here.

i bought a pint of chocolate ice cream because i could. and i just really, really like ice cream.

i didn't feel like going to the coffee shop again today to meet gabe, because most guys want the same thing and i was definitely not looking for a relationship in chicago. or anywhere. unless it was him.

when i got home, i went to the kitchen drawer under the counter and pulled out a spoon, using my hip to close the drawer and walking back into the living room where i decided to reside today. my phone buzzed and my heart started to pound as i grabbed it from my lap and turned it around, pressing the home button.

taylor caniff - iMessage

i sighed with relief, even though i had wanted it to be nash.

"hey this might be weird but what's your address?"

i laughed a little. it was weird, but i gave him the address anyways and continued to eat my ice cream. i figured he would probably try to send me something weird or just give it to nash. i hope he'd give it to nash.

- - -

i walked over to the front door and looked through the peephole.

no way.

i opened the door to see taylor standing there with flowers, wearing a maroon sweatshirt with a maroon bandana.

this boy and his bandanas.

"taylor what the hell? how'd you get here?" i asked, hugging him as he walked in and taking the flowers.

"i drove, it's only a 5 hour drive and i wanted to bring you these." he said like it was the most obvious thing ever. only five hours.

"wow, thanks.." i said, walking back to the couch with taylor following behind me. i sat down and so did taylor, the awkward silence enveloping the room.

"there's another reason i came here," taylor said suddenly, and i turned to him as i set down the remote after unpausing titanic, which was currently at the part where rose and jack were running from the guy below deck.