This is War

Chapter 25

this chapter is dedicated to nessiestewart for her amazing support to this story :) 

Chapter 25 - Natalie's P.O.V 

Dylan gave me a grim expression, "Natalie, I still think this is a really, really bad idea." 

Rolling my eyes, I snatched the wrench from him and continued working, "Calm down, Dyl, it's a harmless prank. Besides, he's done way worse to me." 

"You know he's going to retaliate, right?" He still tries to get me to abandon the task at hand. 

Sighing, I look up at him, "Are you going to help me or not?" 

After many moments of contemplating, he let out a huff of annoyance before squatting down next to me and taking the wrench back. After twenty minutes of working hard, well, more like Dylan working hard with me squatting next to him if he needs any help, he handed me a black cube and I glanced up at him, "Is this it?" 

He nodded. 

"Thanks, Dill Pickle!" I pecked him quickly on the cheek before running back into the school just as the warning bell rang, signaling the end of tenth period. I made my way over to my locker to grab my things and glanced down the hall to see Noah exiting the building. 

Everyone knew that the notorious Noah Hall skips PE, I just happened to know when that was, courtesy of Dylan himself. My bag was heavy with the motorcycle battery in it, but I just heaved it up higher on my shoulder and began towards eleventh period, the last period of the day. 

The halls are almost empty now and I rush a little more to get to my locker and open it, trading out my books for the ones I needed for last period. I heard a door slam and I jumped, looking around to search for a pissed off Noah storming my way but he never came. I was just being paranoid; I was letting Dylan's words get to me. It's not like he was going to kill me or anything-- right? 

My thoughts were interrupted by my locker slamming shut in my face, the door grazing my nose. I jumped back and looked up to find a pair of stormy, livid green eyes glaring down at me-- found him. 

"Give it to me," He ground out through clenched teeth. 

I played dumb, "What are you talking about?" 

He rolled his eyes and tilted his head just the right way in which it honestly scared the crap out of me, not that I'd admit it to anyone. I kept up my confused, innocent facade. "The battery for my motorcycle, it's gone. You took it. Now cough it up." 

"Okay, Hall, two days ago I didn't even know you had a motorcycle. What makes you think I'd know how to take a battery or whatever out of it?"  I retort, happy that my voice was steady and strong and my face didn't go red like it often did when I was lying to someone. 

"Stop pretending and just hand it over," He growled. 

I folded my arms over my chest, "I didn't take your stupid battery." 

He slammed his hand into the locker just a centimeter above my shoulder and leaned in, pressing my back against the wall of lockers. I swallowed nervously. I locked my knees to stop from shaking, to hide the fact that I was scared shitless of Noah Hall right at this very moment. 

"This is the last time I'm going to ask, Brooks," He seethes, "Give me the f*cking battery already!" 

With my heart hammering in my chest, pounding so fast I couldn't even hope to count how many beats per minute, my palms sweating from nerves and my legs like jello, I reached down into my bag and pulled out the heavy battery, holding it out for him to take.

He snatched it, scraping my hand a little along the way. 

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" His tone is cold and icy and our eyes have been connected ever since he had first made an appearance. 

There was a certain type of tension between us right now, in this very hallway, one that I couldn't quite put my finger on. But it was there. It was like some unspoken connection and I wasn't sure if it was for better or for worse. 

I didn't reply to his comment. With the battery in one hand and the other still hovering over my shoulder, he started to lean in and so did I. 

And that's when it hit my like five tons of bricks. The thing between us? It was sexual tension. 

Our lips were just centimeters apart when the tardy bell rang, causing me to jump back. Ducking under his arm, I scurried to last period like a scared little mouse running from a vicious, starved cat. 

Slumping down in my seat once I made it to study hall, I huffed. 

The worst part of it was that I actually wanted to know what it'd be like to kiss Noah Hall. 

F*ck. 

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a/n: gee, Natalie should really watch her profanity, huh... *wink wink*. Anyways, this chapter is dedicated to my new friend and amazing supporter, nessiestewart ! and I'd like to apologize about how short this chapter is; I know it sucks and I really hate it but I was at a loss for any other ideas. 

SPOILER: NOAH'S P.O.V!!! and it's a Notalie/Natoah moment?? I don't know, whatever their ship name is.