purpose ✨ n.m.

7

Nate's P.O.V
    We got home after going bowling and I was livid. Who does Gilinsky think he is? Taking my woman away? I mean she's my woman even if she doesn't know she's my woman. But that's ok. A guy can dream.

    I was the last one to get inside the house and I slammed the door shut because I was so pissed. Serena gave me a look when I slammed the door and grabbed my ear. She dragged me up into her room and sat me on the edge of her bed as she stood in front of me.

    "What the fuck are you slamming doors for?" She whisper/yelled.

    "No reason." I responded, looking down. She laughed dryly.

    "Ok. So you're just slamming doors for no reason? No you're not. I know you. You aren't fucking disrespectful like that." She smacked me up side the head. "What's up, Nate? Why are you acting like this? Is it something I did?" Her voice cracked and a tear slipped down her face. I stood up and hugged her while she ran her fingers through my hair.

    "No no no, babygirl. You didn't do anything wrong. I promise. Ok? It's just that I'm tired and I just..."

    "It's fine, Nate. I just thought you were mad at me. You don't have to tell me. It's ok."

   "Ok. I'm sorry. You gonna get ready for bed?" I asked her while I pulled away and held her soft face in my hands.

    "Yeah. I'm gonna watch Shane Dawson though. Wanna join?" She smirked at me.

   "Of course." I answered. She giggled and started changing while I went to my room to get ready. I'll handle Gilinsky another time.