Chapter 7

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My breath is hitched in my throat. What did he jsut say. I can't evn form a coheirent sentence.

"W-What?" I stutter.

"I like you, Annaliese." He repeats.

"Nash...I.."

"I do, I really do. I can't stop thinking about you. You make me so nervous, and I don't get nervous around girls. But you're different. And I know I was a dick to you, a complete asshole. But I am SO sorry. It will never happen again. I don't know why I treated you llike that, I'm a prick. I don't deserve your forgiveness, but please Annaliese. I'll do anything. You're so beautiful and I was to busy treating you like shit to realize it. And you probably think this is all bullshit, but I do like you and I wanna make you smile. Please forgiv.."

I stop him by placing my hand over his trembling one. "Nash! I forgive you, just shut up!" I whisper-yelled, grinning at him. He lets out a breath that sounds like he's been holding it in for 10 years.

"Thank you so much, Annaliese." He says with a flashy smile drawn across his face. "So...uhmm..do you wanna, I don't know...hangout this Friday... I mean if you don't that's okay, but If you do that cool too..I do..You know, just forget it...fuckk...." he mumbles.

I giggle earning a glare for laughing at his nervousness. "I'd like that."

He breaks out into another grin from ear to ear, mumbling 'yess'. And with that, the bell rang, Matt stumbling in seconds after. Our eyes immediatley meet. I'm terrified. He's gonna hit me as soon as class is over and I know it. He obviously genuinley hates me and doesn't want anyone being nice to me, esspecially his best friends. His eyes quicky move to our hands, mine laying on top of Nash's, intwining our fingers slightly. His eyes fill with anger. I pull away.

He sits in the only seat left, which is luckily not close to me. He turns and scowls at Nash.

***

At the end of class, I exchange numbers with Nash and we say goodbye. Luckily, Matthew is already long gone. Thank the lord. I have chemistry next with Taylor and Aaron so I kind of get a break form all this bullshit. I have to stop back at my locker, making me late. Now the halls are quiet and lonesome/

I was walking when I'm yanked into a stairway, the door clicking shut.

"Why we're you and Nash holding hands?" A voice full of anger asks forcefully.

It's Matthew.

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