I felt like a complete loser, it's been 5 days since Jason's leaving and my incident with Nash and I've been staying in the apartment, doing nothing other than eating icecream ane watching the Big Bang Theory on Netflix. Jason has only called once, yesterday, to tell me that his meeting with Isaac, his "online love", has been delayed untill tomorrow, I think I'll be getting a phone call for an update about the date tomorrow.
Speaking of phone calls! I haven't called Nash since the airport and I'm not planning on calling anytime soon... I can't just call him, and prove his theory right, now, can I? I make my way to the couch, carrying a bucket of icecream. I take my seat and open the tv. I glance at my phone, sitting on coffee table. I'm not gonna call.
Idiot, don't call!
Don't call.
I can text? Yes, I can, because he said I was going to call, not text, right? I'm genius. Still proving him wrong.
You're still contacting him.
I reach over and take the now crumpled piece of paper out of my purse. I type down his number on my phone and save it as "Nash -_-". I send him a text messgae saying: Hi, It's Juliet. Not wanting to be all friendly with smiley faces and enthusiasm.
I watch more Netflix, glancing at the phone every two minutes. Is he ignoring me? Why hasn't he called? Tex- I'm cut off my thoughts when my phone buzzez.
Nash -_-: Aaaand she finally texts me! I smile.
Me: You should've known I was never going to call.
Nash: Maybe you're right. But you did text.
Me: I still proved your theory wrong.
N: Well played. Where are you? My heart sinks. It literally sinks.
Me: Now, why would I tell you that? I barely know you.
N: Barely? So you know me a little? That's a step!
Me: -_-
N: Okay, seriously. Have you heard of the party at this guy Matthew's house? I think I forgot to mention that my friend, Sarah invited me, two days ago to her friend's friend's cousin's house for a party. I immediately declined her and said that I had other plans, meaning I am going to watch movies alone. The party is tonight and it's 7pm now. Should I go? No. Nash is going to be there! Okay, now definitely no. What if he's not.
Me: You know Matthew Espinosa? I am actually surprised, I know that Matt is well known, but I didn't know the party was going to be this huge.
N: Yeah, we're close. I'm assuming you're coming?
Me: No. Definitely not.
N: Why not?
Me: 1- You're gonna be there. 2- I don’t do parties.
N: I'm ignoring number one. Why "don't you do parties"?
Me: I believe that they are the gateway to drug and sex abuse, and just- just downright awful!
N: I just think you are afraid of socializing because you are always at home. Alone. Right? This guy's nerve! I do have friends and I can go to this party if I want to!
Me: I socialize plenty.
N: Whatever makes you happy, Juliet.
Me: I'm going. Please shut up.
N: FINALLY. See you there :) I have nothing to wear is all I'm worried about. I really don't have to do this. The last party I've been to was 3 years ago when I was 15. And even that was one of the worst days of my life. What if Nash or Sarah ditch me? No one is going to wanna talk to me and I'm just going to be some loner standing there, watching everyone have fun.
Which reminds me, I have to tell Sarah I'll be there. I pick up my phone and call her, after a two ring wait, she picks up.
"Hey, girl!" she greets.
"Hello, Sarah. I just wanted to tell you that I'm coming. But I have nothing to wear so I'm not coming."
"YOU ARE?! WOOHOO! Come over, I'll give you something pretty to wear."
"No. It's okay, I'll just stick to I'm not coming because I have nothing to wear."
"Don't be silly, I'm waiting for you. And by the way, I'm already picking out your outfit!" And with that, she hangs up. I sigh, frustrated and put my slippers on.
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I've been friends with Sarah since we were 15, I made friends with her at my first party. Also one of the worst days of my life. I remember sitting down on a couch while everyone danced and the guy that I had rejected 2 weeks before comes walking up to me and sits down beside me. "Hey," he said. I said it back. Then, out of nowhere, he lifts a cup of punch from the floor and empties it right into my bra. Everyone starts to laugh, so I run out crying, and the only person who was kind enough to follow me out was Sarah.
"Okay, so I have these ones for you to choose from," says Sarah, as she put a tight, strapless, black leather, knee length dress next to me on her bed. I bite the inside of my cheek. it's way too tight and if I lift my arm up, my breasts will be exposed.
"It's so showy, Sarah," I tell her. She flicks my forehead, I press my hand against my forehead. Ouch!
She laughs, "you're gonna wear one of these two dresses, not your choice." Then she places a white long sleeve dress that is fitted from the waist up and is loose from the waist down, until it comes to a stop at just above mid-thigh. Now that one is way too short.
"Too short," I tell her and she glares at me.
"I'm picking the white one for you, the matter is not up to discussion." I remain silent, knowing that she won't change her mind. She then takes out a pair of purple sandals and a purple necklace with it. "This goes well with the outfit."
Remind me why I agreed to do this again? I should've told Nash I wasn't going. Holy fuck, I'm going to see Nash again. Tonight.

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Take control (a Nash Grier fanfic)
FanfictionWhat happens when the responsible, good girl, Juliet Moor meets badass crazy viner, Nash Grier? But there's a twist, a sad, heart wrenching twist.