Falling In Love With The Billionaire's Son

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

"Please don't freak out. I did not send that text." Loki whispered quickly.

"What text?" Natasha was confused and tired. Plus she was still cold.

"They didn't... tell you?" Loki was surprised.

"Who didn't tell me what?" Natasha demanded.

"Ah, they'll tell you if they want you to know." Loki responded.

"Fine, don't tell me. But why the heck did you *break* into my house in the middle of the night?" Natasha questioned, realizing how creepy that it really was.

"My parents said I need to stop trying to ruin my brother's and his friends' lives, after I supposedly sent that text about Steve. They want to send me back to England. To a boarding school." Loki looked at Natasha for her reaction.

"Oh. Well, you deserve it. You broke into the Starks' house and- Wait, wait, hold on. Did you say the text about *Steve*? You're the one who told the whole school he was gay?" Natasha was downright scary when she was angry.

"No, I swear to you I didn't send that text. Remember when I said that the reason I broke into the Starks' home was to get my phone back? Well, there you have it. Tony must've sent the text." Loki looked rather proud of his deductive reasoning.

"Yeah right, like you aren't making that up." She scoffed.

"I'm telling the truth," Loki said softly. "I would never do anything to hurt you or one of your friends."

Natasha knew that if Loki didn't send the text, it was because of the crush he had on her. He'd followed her around (almost like a little lost puppy) when they were in middle school together. He stopped that a few months later, probably due to his ever-growing pride. He liked her even before she and Thor were friends. Once they knew each other and she hung out at their house ever so often, Loki would always try to impress her. He was such a weird fourteen year old. Whether it was because of his weirdness/unusual mature-ish behavior, or his (Kind of sweet.) crush on her, she believed him.

"I believe you."

"I- You what?" Loki glanced at her.

"Yeah, I believe you. You don't deserve to get stuck in boarding school despite your other problems. Happy?" Natasha could practically feel joy (Or as joyful as Loki could get.) emanating from where he stood.

"Yes. Yes, that's wonderful." She wished that she could turn on the lights and get a better look at his face, she'd never seen him smile before, and she figured he was probably over the moon right now.

"Okay, exactly what does all of this have to do with me?" Natasha asked.

"Oh, right. You know, I don't have any friends." Loki said.

"Yeah, I wonder why."

"You're about the closest thing I have to a friend," Natasha wondered exactly what that was. "Next to Thor, and he pretty much hates me right now."

"And?" Natasha motioned for him to continue.

"I need someplace to stay. Until my parents get over the whole boarding school thing. I mean, this has happened before, but they're serious this time." Loki explained.

"Okay, you're running away, and you want me to let you stay here, in my house." Natasha repeated.

"Not really running away, I just can't really go home." Loki stated.

"What about school?" She asked.

"I'm still going to school. But if my parents catch me at home again, they'll chew me out and spit me out of our house for good. They're usually so forgiving, I suppose they think I crossed the line. Even though I didn't." He said.