White Tree house

Simon's News

Autumn's POV

All eyes were on me while I was standing still.

I didn't know that Nathan's room mate was Blake.

They were playing spin the bottle again.

I slowly closed the door, but I saw some of the guys coming closer towards me.

I ran through the halls panicking.

I could hear footsteps following me from behind.

Before I could run even more, my body was pulled into a room.

I shrieked, but then someone's hand was covering it.

We stayed still and I haven't found out who this guy was until he seperated his hand from my mouth, letting me breath.

I turned around and saw those huge blue eyes again.

It was Nash.

The guy that sat beside me when there was a meeting with the principle.

Nash told me to be quite by putting his index finger on his lips.

He put his ear on the door and listened to the people who where chasing me outside.

He slowly locked the door afterwards.

"What the heck?" I whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" He walked towards his chair and sat on it.

His side of the room was no other than a guy's room.

Duuuhh!

His walls were plain white. His bed was white and brown. His desk was brown. It was simple and yet nice.

When he gaze up at me again, I was glaring at him for some unknown reason.

"No thank you for your super man?" He asked with a smirk plastered on his face.

I rolled my eyes when he just called himself superman earning another smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?" I crossed my hands.

"More important is, what do you need?"

I tilted my head full of confusion.

"You need a room to stay. Remember? You locked those two lovebirds and decided to stay in Nathan's dorm, but there was a bunch of drunk people there including Blake." He began to twirl around with his chair while explaining.

"You could stay here." He finished his sentence.

"Stalker." I mumbled under my breath.

Nash smirked again. "Nathan texted me Princess." He raised his eyes.

"Don't call me that." I said blankly.

I didn't really mind sleeping with a guy in it.

It's not like there's going to be any funny business.

"How about your roomie?"

"Cameron is a drunk idiot playing that spin the bottle game." He began to toss his football upwards and catching. "You can sleep on his bed."

I sat at the bed that was opposite of Nash's bed.

"How come you're not one of those idiots playing that stupid game?" I asked.

I thought that he would like kissing those slutty girls that irritated me.

He stopped playing with his football and looked at me. "Because you weren't playing. What's the fun of it?" He smirked again.