Holding A Heart

Chapter | Six

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A/N: Picture on the side is the smokin' hot Nate Evans. Enjoy!

Chapter Six: 

She was always talking about these crazy things and I didn't understand a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when i'm with her I feel happy to be alive.

Nathan:

I never thought it was possible to miss someone you barely knew, at least not as much as I do right now. 

It's been close to a month since that day but the image of the girl I met at the concert haunted me, flashing behind my eyelids every time I closed them.

The memory of her scent, her gorgeous face under the blue streams of light, her striking hazel eyes, but most of all.....her laugh.

I was subconsciously playing it over and over in my head, until I could finally remember every piece of her. The feeling was unfamiliar and overwhelmed my soul to the point where I felt a desperate need to see her again. Maybe even hold her again....

"NATE!" I snapped out of my thoughts as I shut my locker in front of me and glanced over my shoulder to see Luke jogging down the hallway flailing his hands around wildly, his bright yellow backpack was unzipped and hanging off of one of his shoulders behind him. He caught up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. Standing there out of breath. 

His eyes wide as he gasped out a few gibberish words. 

"Calm down. What's up with you today man?" I said as I scrunched up my eyebrows and zipped his backpack up absentmindedly. Waiting for him to catch his breath patiently.

"I saw that girl. She's here in our Uni! I think maybe...she goes her-" He said. Rambling excitedly.

"Wait, what girl?" I asked carefully.

"That girl from the concert. C'mon let's go she's at the pep rally practice right now!" He didn't wait for a reply as he hastily gestured for me to follow him and walked back outside towards the stadium outside.

My heart pounded in my chest as I felt a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Could it really be her? 

I was daydreaming about this girl for the past month and now I felt overwhelmed at the thought of seeing her again, I wasn't ready to confront her yet. What if she never thought anything of me?...or worse, what if she forgot about me completely and thinks i'm some kind of desperate stalker? 

We reached the bleachers of the stadium after a few minutes. Jogging our way down to the front and sitting down at the far end where it was empty. We both watched the vast crowd of jocks and cheerleaders in blue and white uniforms currently spread out in groups.

I glanced at Luke. Shooting him a questioning look as I felt a bead of sweat run down my neck.

He grinned. Simply pointing towards the group of cheerleaders at the middle of the stadium field, they we wearing blue and white crop tops with pleated skirts huddled together probably discussing the formation of their cheer pyramid.

I stood up and nervously scanned each girl's face as they walked away from the huddle a few minutes later. My eyes narrowed at one familiar face.

It was the girl's friend who was dancing with Tyler at the concert. 

I restrained the urge to scream my lungs out in frustration as I closed my eyes for a moment and turned to Luke again. "It's not my girl.....It's her friend, the one who Tyler's obsessed about." I said. Disappointingly slamming my fist down against the bleacher railing.