Take My Hand

Two

It's been a week since I had that run in with him. The rude guy, who I've yet to learn his name. Not like I exactly care, or do I?

Why is he such a rude ass? No clue. I did nothing to him. I've never seen him before that day in Econ. Granted I've only been going here for almost a month.

I moved here 9 months ago, and pushed off collage for as long as I could. I just wasn't ready, I never was ready. I just couldn't push it off any longer.

It's Saturday, and I don't have any classes today. So I decide staying in bed a little longer wouldn't be such a bad idea.

I roll onto my side, facing the wall. I hear the door click open an figure it's just Nicole.

"Well, well, well." I thick British voice says from behind me. I jult up and pull the blankets up to my chest.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?!" I half yell.

I don't give him a chance to answer before I start talking again.

"So what? Are you stalking me now? That's really fucking creepy. How did you even get in here? The door was locked." I say furrowing my brow.

I watch as he stares at me in amusement. "Now Sammie, do you really think I'm stalking you?" He says with a smirk playing on his lips.

"Uh, that's exactly what it..." I stop myself before I can finish. How the hell does he know my name?

I glance up at him.

"You're clearly fucking stalking me, you know my name, when clearly I haven't told you." I eye him for a moment. Realizing I'm standing now, in only my tank top and a pair of shorts.

His eyes rack my body and he laughs.

"Do you know that I could have asked anybody what your name is?" He laughs, his head falling back.

Before I can say anything the door flies open and Nicole appears. She glances back and fourth between us before speaking.

"Harry, you weren't tormenting my roomie, now where you?" She asks smiling.

Of course they know each other, they probably are dating too.

"Just having fun." He states, eyeing me for a moment. "So can we go now?" He asks her.

I roll my eyes and sit back down. I honestly don't care how they know each other, I just want some quite.

"Oh, yeah. Of Course!" She says walking over to her closet, grabbing something.

I can feel his eye on me. Why does it feel like the universe to trying to make me interact with this crazy man? Harry, was it?

They finally leave and I'm left in a quite room. Alone.

I get up, walking over to my dresser. Not feeling like wasting my day inside, I pull out a white pair of shorts and a grey tank top with a mustache on it.

I let my hair stay in its natural waves and apply light makeup. I grab my purse and walk out the door.

I stop at a bench and sit for a moment. Not quite sure of where to go, I call Nate. He picks up almost instantly.

"Hey, what's up?" He questions.

"Right now? Nothing. I'm just sitting on a bench outside of the campus, trying to find something to do." I say playing with a stray string on my shorts.

"Oh, well I'm not busy. I could come pick you up and we could go see a movie or something." He says.

I agree and hang up. I don't really know the area that well anyways.

Nate shows up twenty minutes later. I take in what he's wearing. A pair of basketball shorts, with a pair of off brand converse. As for his shirt, which is black with blue lettering spelling out "Boyfriend? That's a funny way to say food." I mentally laugh and stand up to greet him.

He smiles at me and pulls me into a hug.

We spend the day in the park. Having on an off arguments.

"I still don't understand!" He half yells, furrowing his brow together.

"I thought you felt the same way, Nate. Don't make this seem like This was totally one sided." I say a little too loud, a few people starring.

"No! I clearly didn't. I think I better go." He scowls at me. I go to grab his arm, only to be hit with the other.

I step back and hold my cheek with my hand.

"HEY!" I hear someone shout. I look over to see Harry rushing over. I fight back my tears, but only fail.

"What the hell was that?! You never hit a woman!" Harry is now towering over Nate.

"Fuck off, it's none of your damn business." Nate says, bring both is hands up to Harry's chest, pushing him.

"Wrong answer." Harry's nostrils flare before he punches Nate right in the jaw.

Nate falls back a little, glancing back and fourth between me and Harry.

"Him? Your fucking him?!" He clinches his fists.

"No-" I start to say but I'm cut off be Harry.

"You should hear her scream my name while I fuck her." He says smirking.

Nate's eyes ignite with fire. His breathing becomes faster, and his face reddens. He's speechless. And so am I.

Why would Harry say such a thing? Why was he even defending me?

"You better leave before I make you leave myself." Harry says, taking a step in front of me.

Nate glances at me for a minute, hurt clear in his eyes. He walks away without a word.

"Why would you say that?!" I clinch my fists, my fingernails digging into my sweaty palms. Tears still spilling from my eyes.

"He hit you! Sammie, he fucking hit you! I wasn't going to let him get away with that." He says examining my eyes.

"But you didn't have to say that..." I say and let my face fall into my hands. I feel him gently wrap his arms around me. I let him, because honestly, I don't feel like fighting anymore.

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't know why I even said it. I guess I just wanted to hurt him." He says into my hair.

I nodded and move out of his warm embrace.

"Thank you, for being there." I say and chew on the inside of my lip.

He nods and takes my chin in his hand, lifting it slightly, examining my face.

"We should get you some ice." He says narrowing his eyes.

I nod and follow him back to his car.

Author's note

Hi! So Nate's out of the picture. He didn't last long. Oh well! Bye bye N, hello H! Comment what you thought! Like I said before, I know I'm not as talented as most, but I'm hoping it gets better!

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