"The Feeling's Mutual" // Nash Grier

Spilling Secrets and Confessing Crushes

"Wash your face, put on a splash of perfume and walk out the door like the boss ass bitch that you are."

Drew's POV

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"

Nash looked back at me with wide, innocent eyes. His mouth was open agape. I heard heavy breathing behind me and turned to see Matt jogging lazily towards us, his long legs dragging against the floor. He held his hip as if he was tired and drew quick, short breaths.

Wait, wasn't he on the track team?

"Well," I questioned, "are you going to speak or just look at me like I'm talking gibberish? What were you doing spying on me and Matt?"

"You know, it would help if you weren't straddling me, but it's okay because I kinda like this position," he smugly said.

Ughh I wish I could just smack that stupid smirk off his face.

I rolled my eyes and got off him. Matt was on the other side of him, trapping Nash in between us; kind of like a sandwich. Matt and I were the bread and Nash was the rotten piece of meat.

We were probably standing there for a good two minutes before Nash decided to speak.

"I just.... Wanted to know w-what you guys were doing." He stuttered as he ran a hand through his hair and tugged at the top - an action he did when he was nervous or sad.

Realisation hit me like a truck. He knows all of the secrets that only Matt knows - and Sasha. He knows that I'm hiding a letter from my mom; that I had a crush on Sammy for a few days - but that was short lived, he's too much of a brother and a flirt -; he knows that Matt has a crush on Sasha; that he always makes me want to cry and be miserable; that I still blame myself for the accident - even though I have told him countless times that I got over it -; that I have nightmares of that day; that I have nightmares of him. Nightmares where he strangles me, teases me with a knife in his hand, where he's driving recklessly with me in the passenger seat on purpose, where someday Nash's insults become too much and I commit suicide!

"So I take it you heard all of our conversations and secrets then" said Matt, breaking the awkward silence between us.

"Yeah, I did. Drew, do I scare you?" Asked Nash curiously, guilt and shame clearly written on his face. His eyes examined my face, trying to find an answer since I didn't reply.

He exhaled deeply and looked down at the ground. "Do I scare you?" He asked once again, slower this time.

I didn't answer yet again. I'm not gonna lie, sometimes I get worried about him, but never scared. I avoided his eyes. He looked up at me sadly as he figured out the answer to his question.

"Get outta here, Nash," Matt barely whispered, "I don't want to catch you spying on us again, understood? You can't tell anyone what you've heard, capiche?"

Nash didn't answer. Instead he looked at me once more, then ran off in the other direction.

"He forgot his beanie." I said still holding his hat in my hand.

***

I poured the remaining Tropicana orange juice left in the jug into my cup, and dug into my syrup pancakes.

We landed in Ohio yesterday and now we were getting ready for VIP night of Magcon. With Sammy on one side, Matt on the other and Nash opposite me, it was all very awkward for us at the table.

I could feel Nash giving me a few glares when I wasn't looking - hold up, shouldn't it be the other way around?

He cleared his throat, "Hey Andrew, have you gotten any crushes lately?"