Never Before(Nash Grier/Jack Johnson)

chapter 5

Chapter 5

*Amanda's POV*

After a long drive of trying to tune out Nash and Haven's chatter, we pulled in to none other than Lauran Dixon's driveway. She had been my best friend before the Nash incident, but apparently thinking that I'd been on a date with Nash at the carnival had been 'totally uncool.' Now that I was rich she had begged for us to get back together, but I knew it was just for the money so I declined. Now the only thing between us was pure hatred and hopes to never encounter each and every day of our lives. But apparently, we would see each other a lot tonight. "I don't feel so well," I hissed in Haven's ear. Bubbly and excited, she plainly replied, "They probably have water inside. That might feel good." I knew Nash would be the only one that understood. But could I even talk to him? I decided finally that I had to. I had no other options.

As we exited the car, I gestured for Nash to come over. He shook his head and gave me a half glare. I mouthed the word, please. He muttered something unable to be heard, and took a stride towards me. "Um..... You didn't tell me it was Lauran's house!" I snapped quietly. It had been the first time I'd spoken to him in years. "You may not like Lauran, but I still do. Plus, you didn't have to come. I didn't want you to come," he snarled. His voice quavered, as if it wasn't truthful. The way he spoke had lies written all over it. "Listen, Nash....." I trailed off as our eyes connected. "I don't wanna talk about this. Not right now, at least," his southern accent barely choked. I nodded as he rejoined Haven. They locked arms and headed for the door, leaving me to walk alone in the back.

An unfamiliar face answered the door and let us come inside. Probably just one of Lauran's friends. I hid behind Nash and Haven, hoping the party would just go by in a flash.

But it didn't.

We spent the first hour or two just chatting and hanging around. The only hanging around I was doing was with the snack table, nibbling on crackers and watching Nash and Haven have an amazing time. At one point, on my sixteenth cracker, Lauran and her posse strode towards me, the queen bee at the head of the pack. She wore a cute purple mesh halter dress and her silky caramel hair was curled to perfection. She flipped it over her shoulder, causing her silver handbag to twirl wildly on her wrist. "Oh! Amanda! I didn't think you would be here," she said with fake happiness in her voice, a smug smile on her face. "So not glad you could make it!" "I'm so not glad I could make it too!" I replied, mimicking her cheeriness. "Look, I just came to protect my friend from Nash, so back off." "You have REAL friends? Shocker," one of Lauran's minions giggled haughtily, the others snorting along with her. "Nash isn't the cruel guy you say he is, okay? It's your fault for making that idiotic mistake at the fair. Anyways, I hope I don't see you later, loser!" Lauran snorted, her posse laughing and being whisked away by their queen. I hastily grabbed another cracker, praying this ridiculous party would end soon.

We watched a football game for the next hour, which was just as boring as I'd expected it to be. Hours of yawn-worthy plays dragged on as I stood alone in the corner, my eyes glued to the TV. Lastly we were kicked into the basement by her parents. That's when the party truly started. At least a hundred people had showed up by now. I couldn't hear anything over the cheering and the blasting music. The spotlights were blinding and I could hardly see. Everyone was dancing and having a great time, except for me, of course. All of a sudden, I felt a force shove me to the ground, my face slamming into the rough carpet. A familiar cackle, blended with a few others, filled my ears. "Watch your back next time, Powell," A familiar voice warned, bursting into a second round of laughter with her posse. I didn't even have to look to know it was Lauran. No one else would do that to me. Not even Nash. He was too sweet for that, despite our connection.

*Nash's POV*

After I left Amanda just standing there in the driveway, I felt a twinge of guilt, so I joined Haven. She was so gorgeous; she could melt all of my hesitations away. Her golden-blonde hair, her crystal blue eyes, and her adorably freckled cheeks. They reeled me in and wouldn't let me go. I loved them, and I think I liked her too. I offered an arm and hooked hers with it, as we headed for the door. It was answered by one of Lauran's friends, so we went inside and joined the others in the kitchen.

Lauran welcomed me with a hug I felt was a bit too passionate. After introducing Haven, we caught up with friends, told stories, and had a good time. Haven really got into the football, and I thought it was cute how she screamed at the refs and cheered for the teams. When Lauran's parents drove us into the basement, the music was turned up loud, and everyone started to dance. First the popular jams, where we had fun. And then a slow song. I scanned the crowd for the adorable blonde, spotting her by the punch. I walked over and our eyes met. Blue on blue. I held out a hand. "Wanna dance?" I offered awkwardly. She smiled warmly. "It would be my pleasure." She took my hand and I whisked her on the dance floor. I guided her hands to my shoulders as I put mine around her waist. Slowly, we moved back and forth in a swinging motion. She was an amazing dancer. I pulled her in close so she could rest her chin on my shoulder. We swayed in that position for a moment before she removed her head from my shoulder and our noses were almost touching.

*Haven's POV*

"I think...... I like you," Nash whispered. My heart skipped a beat. "Nash...." I was lost for words. "I like you too but....." And that's when our lips met. His were soft and warm and I loved every moment of it. But I pulled away. I really liked Nash, but I couldn't kiss him. I just wasn't ready. "I'm sorry Nash. I have feelings for you, but I just can't kiss you yet. I mean, we only met a few days ago...." I choked the words out like fire in my throat. But what about love at first sight? "You're right! It's totally cool. That was dumb of me," he answered casually, but unable to hide the hurt in his expression. "Yeah. It's cool," I said in a hoarse whisper. I felt hot tears approaching and there's no way I could cry right now. "I have to...... go," I told him hurriedly, grabbing my white leather purse and rushing for the stairs. "Text me?" I could barely make out Nash's loving voice, but I didn't answer. I couldn't. It was too much.

*Amanda's POV*

"Are you okay?" A masculine voice asked. I rolled over to see the most stunning boy I'd ever encountered in my lifetime. He had perfect spiky golden hair with sparkling hazel eyes and a white, perfect smile. He wore kakis, a navy polo, and black Vans. He extended a hand and I just smiled. "I am now," I answered, putting my hand in his as he pulled me up. "What's your name?" he said. "I'm Amanda. Amanda Powell," I told him, my voice shaky. "Well, Amanda Powell, I'm Jack. Jack Johnson. I'm sorry for what happened. Teenagers are so mean these days," he muttered in annoyance. "Oh, so you're saying you're not a teenager, Mr. Johnson?" I giggled. "Yes, I actually am saying that. I'm 18, how 'bout you?" I rolled my eyes. "16 and counting." "Ooh, we got a baby on our hands," he chuckled. I shot him a playful glare. "I'm only two years younger than you, so Ha! Anyways, why are you in Mooresville?" I asked him. "Alright, alright. If you really must know, Amanda Powell, I'm a member of the internet group of viners and tubers, Magcon. I'm here with the other Jack to visit a teenage guy named Nash Grier. Would you know where he is?" And that's when my heart stopped.

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