A/N Part 2 of the previous chaper. Don't worry, there will be an other one up today. You're gonna love me, then hate me to bits. BTW, am I going to fast? Dedicated to my little sister for being there to support my story, and tell me to continue.
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Capter 5
After another hour, we got lunch break, but we were supposed to eat it in the rehearsal room. Luckely, before rushing out our apartment we stopped at Starbucks and got a coffee, fruit and some cookies.
I however went to find the bathroom. I walked down the still beautiful halway but someone grabbed my wrist. Whoever it was pulled me inside a tiny half lit room. A supply closet?
"Say it again" I heard. HIM?!? What did he want?!
"Um, w-what?!" I tried keeping my voice steady, but by now he was pressing me against a wall with his body. Wasn't this considered harrasment?!?!?
"Say my name." THE FUCK?! WHY?!?!?!
"Let me go. You can't do this. I'll tell the cops."
He smirked, after chuckling "Go ahead sweets. Not that it would matter. I am Nathaniel Grey after all. Do it, and I'll let you go."
"B-but, but..." Damn. He had a point. I just couldn't let him get to me like this with his sexy voice and freaking rocking body. Oh my god. I could feel somethung poking my thigh. No, this is not happening. No no no.
"Just do it."
I hesitated. I couldn't look him in the eye. Finally I choked out "Nate." All of the sudden I felt the pressure go away, and the poking thing was gone.
"Thank you" He whispered, quitly, huskily? I don't know.
He suddenly opened the door and the light was so bright I had to squint my eyes. I could however still clearly see him smirking. I looked into his magnificent eyes, finally, I just couldn't when we were in there, but now I could see something. Lust? Satisfaction? Gratisfaction? He rushed back to the rehearsal room, and I was left to look for the bathroom.
After a couple of minutes I found it, and must have stayed there for 20 min. It didn't matter though. Our break was really long and I needed to clear my head. Did he like me? Did I like him? What if he did? What if I did? Both seemed less ridiculous by the second. What to do? Why would I like him? Why would he like me? It just seemed so weird.
When I finally built up the courage to go outside, and into the hallway, I could hear giggles from the room Nate pulled his stunt (I decided to start calling him Nate afterall). I saw Ashley almost falling out, her leotard was slung off on one shoulder. She was trying to rearange her bra, clearly. What a slut. She was still giggling. I wonder who the poor beggar was.
Then, Nate followed out of the supply closet. It was him. He saw me, smirked at me and left, holding Ashley's hand to the rehearsal room.
I was rooted once again in the marvelous hallway, tears filling my eyes. What complete bullshit. I didn't like him. And he sure as hell didn't like me
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