The tutor - Nash fanfic

Part 41

It's finally up! :D Sorry for keep you waiting... well anyway,, here it is :D

I woke up, feeling ready for school. Well, that's a first. I guess now that me and Nash are a thing, it makes things different. Although I still can't stop thinking about the message about making my life a living hell. I know that it can't be from Nash, because even though it is from “N”, he was with me when I got the text. But I will figure it out, I mean I have to. If this person is going to make my life hell, I have to notice them, right? So, this person has to get close to me, I guess.

I didn't feel very hungry, so I just grabbed an apple before running out the door. It was a whole lot of wind outside, so having my hair straight down was a clear no. I ended up with a messy bun which looked more like a bird's nest. Oh well, what can you do?

You know when you listen to music in public and you start either walking or dancing to the beat that only you can hear, and you end up looking like a complete fool? Yeah, that's basically what is going on right now. But guess what? I don't care. So what if I look like a penguin trying to fly? I like this song, therefor I shall dance to it. If you can even call it dancing. More like moving you body in a weird way and trying not to fall. I am a great dancer, believe me...

The school was awfully empty, seeing as class is starting in only five minutes. As I walked over to my locker I heard a lot of noise from the cafeteria, which is very close to my locker. I used to have a locker closer to the exit which I preferred a whole lot more, but since this one girl really wanted to have a locker next to her 'BFF', we changed. Not by choice of course. Let's just say she is rich and powerful, I am not rich and definitely not powerful.

Curiosity got me, and I headed towards the cafeteria. I opened the door, only to find almost every student that has ever put a foot at this school, standing with a balloon (filled with water I suppose) each. Would you look at that; I'm about to get soaked, aren't I? Isn't it funny how you always tell people that “curiosity killed the cat”, yet it is a total surprise when your curiosity kills you? I find it hilarious. Do you see what I'm doing right now? Yeah, I'm trying to laugh away the problem. Much like when you fall and really hurt yourself, but don't want to cry so you end up trying to laugh it off. And that's when you always end up looking like a crazy person who struggles to breath.

Everyone was staring at me, and I felt weaker than I have ever felt before. Great. Here it comes. I saw the first balloon flying towards me, and stupid as I am, the thought of ducking never crossed my mind. Why is it that when something is about to happened, you freeze completely? Fight or flight instinct my ass. Let's be real, that shit never happens.

I stood completely still as I felt the cold wate- MILK? THEY HAVE FILLED THE BALLOONS WITH MILK! You see, this is why I don't like high school. I flippin' hate these people. I felt another one hit me, and another one, before a very familiar voice echoed in the room, yelling stop. I turned around and saw Nash standing there, looking angry. No scratch that, he looked furious.

“Who the hell started this?” Nash walked further into the room to get a good look at everyone. All those people who were looking so powerful just a second ago, looked like tiny puppies now, and Nash was the German Shepherd. Yeah, that's right, I know dog breeds.

Nobody said a word, which made Nash look even more angry if that was even possible. He turned around and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the room. The milk had only gotten on my shirt. And face. And hair. But not my jeans, that was the point. If I'm lucky, it's only on my shirt and not on my tank top. Nash walked fast, still looking quite mad. We reached his locker and he grabbed a sweater and gave it to me. I furrowed my eyebrows as he handed it over.

“Both your shirt and tank top is getting see through, and I do not want anyone to look at your half naked body.” I chuckled as he pushed me into the restroom. I stripped down and pulled the sweater over my head. I quickly washed my hair in the sink, using the hand soap as a shampoo. Gross, I know. But you gotta do what you gotta do, right? I put my hair back into a bun, and made my way out.

The hallway was now filled with students who where rushing to get their books. Once I spotted Nash, I ran towards him and stopped right before I could crashed into him. He turned around, still looking mad as ever, but as soon as he saw me, his eyes softened. He grabbed me by the waist and wrapped me in a hug. It felt so good to be able to nuzzle my head on his neck, and him leaving kisses on my forehead.

After a little bit, I pulled away, staring into his eyes, before he cupped my face in his hands and crashed his lips onto mine. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was long enough for me to want a whole lot more. Damn him and his stupid lips that tasted like heaven.

“You okay?” He sounded worried, which made my heart melt. To have someone care for you like he did, was the best feeling in the world, and I couldn't help but blush at the thought of him being mine. The guy standing in front of me, was mine. Nash was mine. That sounded so amazing. I nodded, not really able to say anything due to the fact that I was still kissing him in my head.

A small smile formed on his lips, and I couldn't help but to kiss them one more time. This time it was a bit longer, but not like a make-out-session. I am not a big fan of doing stuff in public, but right now, I didn't care. Even if I knew that everyone was looking at us. I have no idea if they though it was cute, weird or whatever, but I couldn't care less. Nash was kissing me, and that was the important par-

“You two are dating?” Diana's voice made us pull apart, and look in her direction, just like everyone else did. And as I made eye contact with her, I wanted to hide. Never had she looked so scary. Ever.