The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 5

Kat's POV:
I open the door to see, Nate. I get butterflys in my stomach... I hop a little in the air and say, "Hey Nate, what are you doing here?" I say, going on my tiptoes then flat feet, nervously. Wait, why am I nervous? UGH! I then hear a chair scrape against the floor fastly and a Tyler going into the front to me, hands out, I was able to peek my head out, but every time I tried stepping out, he would cover me again, I then realized, why... I look down and then quickly run upstairs, giving him one more glance, which I saw in the corner of my eye, I also saw his, *cough* Tent in his pants...

Nate POV: 

I don't know what happened, but kate opened the door and all I saw, all I saw... Were probably things I shouldn't of the saw. I felt my jaw go wide open and my eyes falling out of the socket. "Hey Nate, what are you doing here?" She says, she kept moving and it made everything worse, first, she jumped a little, wiggle. I start smirking. Then she kept doing this thing where she would go on her tippy toes, then her flat feet, jiggle jiggle wiggle jiggle... I couldn't move, or speak, I was dumbstruck all that happened was my smirk getting bigger and wider. Soon enough a chair squealed and a very angry, concerned looking Tyler ran in front of her. Eventually, she ran upstairs, probably realizing why he covered her and that did it, that last look. I felt my boner against my stomach, how? I have no idea, it escaped my underwear. Tyler looked down and then into my eyes, "Leave, now..." I quickly moved away back into my house, into my room and, 'Fixed' the problem, the worst part? I was thinking of Kat the whole time. I lye on the bed, and just picture it over and over again, smirking. 

Kats POV: 

Omg, this did not just happen... Did this just happen? Omg, omg, omg... omg..... I wanted to kill myself. I decided to get ready, even though this whole disastrous mistake was in my head the whole time. I Put on a white crop top that said, 'Whoops...' and some black ripped shorts, which, Tyler also hates. I should just clear out a section in my closest and name it the, 'Tyler hates these!' He says how the rips are too high and you can see my underwear through them and I try to tell him that's the point, but he'll never understand. I curl my hair loosely and throw my cheap black flip-flops.  I exit the door but not before he asks, "Where are you going?' " I don't know" I say looking at him once and then start walking towards the nearest Starbucks.