The tutor - Nash fanfic

Part 25

After being in the park for hours, we decided to go to Times square. There were a whole lot more people in town right now, seeing it was past four and school had ended. During the whole picnic I was thinking of ways to make Nash fall for me, or at least not hate me. And after a good hour of not talking to anyone, I figured I could just talk to him. And no, I'm not going to seduce him by my talking. If I could make him pretend like he liked me, it would be a bigger chance for him to actually like me. I knew he didn't want his friends to think that he was a bad person, but he knew that I could tell them a whole lot of things about him. So if he wanted the guys to think that he was nice, he had to be nice.

As we walked around in Times square, I grabbed Nash's arm and pulled him back without the guys noticing. He looked at me like I was crazy.

“I need to talk to you.” He laughed and turned around about to follow the others, before I pulled him towards me again. He gave me a What-do-you-want look.

“I really need you to listen!” He sigh, but stood still.

“Okay so I know that we aren't exactly friends at the moment, but can't we at least pretend to not hate each other?”

“Why?”

“Because I know that the guys think that you are a nice guy, but I can prove them wrong, and it would be a whole lot easier if you were showing your hatred for me. Or you can be nice to me, I'll be nice to you, and problem solved.” He put his hand on my shoulder and lead me towards the other guys.

“Who said I hated you? You're like my best friend!” I knew he was scared of me telling the truth. Now I could be friendly to him and he wouldn't react.

“And by the way, we have to study today, remember?” He shrugged.

“Or we can pretend like we are going to study.” I chuckled and looked at him.

“Or we can study.” He frowned.

It didn't seem like the guys noticed that we had been gone. Which was probably for the best. I saw Cameron texting someone and I couldn't help but to wonder who it was. Was it a girl? I knew I shouldn't bother, but I can't help myself. His compassion and beauty made it really hard to stick to the plan. Here I am, so close to the most charming guy and I can't do anything, because I have to make a douche of a boy, fall in love with me.

To be honest, Nash wasn't to bad looking. He was actually gorgeous. His eyes, his breathtaking, blue eyes were something that I would never be able to forget. When he is sad, those eyes make him look like a lost baby deer, but when he smiles those eyes make him look like he is on cloud nine, and everyone around him is as well. I remember the first time he ever looked at me, showing those diamond eyes of his. 3Rd grade, second period. I was standing in the corner, talking to a friend of mine. It was only for a second, but it was the best seconds of all time. His eyes mixed with his beautiful smile, was like combining chocolate and strawberries, heaven. I remember I went home that day and ran to my mom. Telling her about 'the boy with blue eyes and red shirt'. She laughed at me and said I had gotten my first crush. And I had. And it was my first and only crush up until 8th grade. When he showed his bad side. A side that I had never seen before. I never forgot those days that he made an impact on. I wrote them all down in my diary. Under my bed, next to the envelope.

The first time he looked at me:

Dear diary

A cute boy looked at me today. He had really blue eyes, like mom's favourite curtains, the ocean blue ones. His red shirt was pretty too.

The first time he said hi to me:

Dear diary

The boy with blue eyes and red shirt said hi to me today. He asked me if he could barrow my crayons. Of course I said yes. Maybe we can be friends sometime. Mom says I have a crush on him, but I do not know what that is really. She said it was when you liked someone. But then I crush on my mom more, because I like her more.

The first time he bullied me:

Dear diary

I think the boy bullied me today. Him, another guy, and John. Yes, John, my best friend John. I'm just gonna stop writing now.

All since first grade I had written in my diaries, and I had kept them all. I have this sort of big diary now, where I have rewritten all my diaries, so that I have them all in one. It is a lot easier that way.

After the first time he bullied me, I stopped writing about him. That was the worst part at first. He was like my mystery boy. And since I never knew his name or how we was as a person, he was perfect in my eyes. That was the whole beauty of it. It was like writing a book. You could make the characters up, and you decided how they acted, how they treated people and how they behaved in general. And in my head, Nash was a sweet, loving and caring boy who would never hurt a fly. That's why it was so painful to find out the truth. My mystery boy was not a mystery anymore.