Helpless (A Nash Grier Fanfiction)

Chaptire Cinq (Chapter 5)

~Elena’s POV~

 

High School Summer Parties- A place for teenagers to get drunk and high with their friends and hook up with people in a daze. A place where people cheat and forget because they are so damn intoxicated. A place that teenagers really shouldn’t be, but yet. Here I am.

 

Yup. Brandon dragged me here. After everything he has done to me in the past week, he still insists on seeing me and making my life worse. So, here I am. At a party I really don’t want to be at, sitting on a couch in some guys house who I don’t even know, with a bunch of people I don’t like.

 

To make matters worse, I’m watching Brandon flirt with these two whores wearing literally nothing but underwear. Like, please bitch. Put some clothes on. I, on the other hand, am wearing a pair of Abercrombie shorts and a maroon hoodie I stole from Katherine.

 

I feel my phone buzz in my sweatshirt pocket. I pull it out and look at it

New Message: Nash

I see you O.o

From: Elena

Where are you?

New Message: Nash

Kitchen

 

I look over at Brandon who is still not paying attention to me. II get up and walk into the kitchen and find Nash standing by the drinks with a cup in his hand. I slowly walk over. Me and Nash have been getting closer over the past week and I told him about Brandon. He seemed a little hurt when I told him over the phone, but he moved on from it I guess. I didn’t tell him anymore than ‘i have a boyfriend’ though.

 

“Hey gorgeous” He says with a cute smile

 

“Hey” I said back nervously because I truly was scared Brandon would come looking for me. Wait, what was i thinking. He doesn’t care Elena. Remember that. You’re not good enough for him. Remember that.

 

“You okay?”

 

“Yeah fine just… don’t really want to be here..” I respond kinda quietly

 

“Well we can leave..”

 

I think about last time I left without telling Brandon where I was going..

 

“Umm I don’t think thats a good idea..” I say simply

 

“Alright something is on your mind.. what’s up?” he says as he sits on the counter.

 

“I.. I don’t feel comfortable talking about it. Don’t feel offended by that either because I don’t talk about it with anyone”

 

“Its fine” He says as he pulls me into a hug. He smells good, and for once, I feel safe in someones arms. God I need this. I need this more than anyth.. My thoughts were cut short when I heard a deep, drunk voice in the background.