Love is strange (Nathan Prescott X Reader)

Chapter Nine

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Looking to the left of me, the clock read 3:34am. If I knew fucking Nathan would lead to me thinking about him for three hours straight, I would never have done it, no matter how desperate I was. I didn't expect to be laid here, unable to sleep because of thoughts of the brown-haired boy. It's not that I like him, no way. It's just infatuation, Y/N. It's just because you fucked him.

Fuck it.

There's no point lying to myself.

I have gotten attached to Nathan fucking Prescott. Him, of all people. Why couldn't I get attached to Evan or something? At least then there's a chance. But nope! My heart decides to go for the spoilt rich kid of Arcadia Bay. Worst of all? I can't tell anyone. My best friends hate him, my other friends have mixed opinions on him and would probably judge me or pity me. So, I have to keep it to myself. That sucks ass. I can still picture the way his hands ran across my skin; I can still remember the way his thumb ran across the hickeys he had left, the smirk on his lips as he did so, and I hated it.

I. Hate. It.

"Fucking hell." I whispered, kicking the duvet off me as I ran a hand across my face.

Current mood: self-hatred.

Why him? You two literally hate each other.

Well, he hates you.

But then there was yesterday. When he couldn't stop looking at you – well until that other girl came over. Then he sent Victoria over, claiming he was being nosey but there had to be more than that. Surely if he was being nosey, he would've come over himself?

We fucked when I was being cuddly with Evan, was he jealous? Of course not, Y/N. Why are you even thinking such things? He doesn't get attached to anyone, don't be stupid. If he was to get romantically attached to anyone it'd be Victoria. The two have been best friends for ages. He wouldn't get attached to the poor girl who's only here because everything is paid for. The mentally ill girl. The girl with the obsessed ex-boyfriend. Just, I don't know. He wouldn't get attached to me.

It was around 4am when I finally gave up sleeping, instead throwing on some sweatpants before sneaking out my dorm.

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"You can't sleep either?" A voice sounded behind me, startling me.

Turning around, I spotted the boy who was stopping me sleeping smoking a cigarette, head leaning against the wall.

"No insult?" I asked, confused.

"No point," He shrugged, tossing the cigarette on the ground, crushing it beneath his foot. "You won't return it; where's the fun in that?"

He had a fair point. I probably can't be mean to him now, it was a weakness of mine. Sure, I can push him away, but I can't be mean to him. I probably can't even push him away, we're not even close. We don't acknowledge each other's existence unless it's to insult each other.

"Nice hand, by the way." He said, nodding towards the cast, "Did you punch something?" He smirked, leaving me confused.

"How did you know...?" I asked, shooting him a confused look.

"Because I've been there." He admitted, his tongue darting out, licking his lips as he stared at me.

"Oh..." I whispered, watching as he walked towards me.

Glancing up at him, I noticed his gaze was not on my eyes, but my lips, a smirk covering his own. He leant down, his lips grazing my own before I pulled away.

"I'm not some quick fuck, Nathan. In fact, that whole night was a mistake." I said, turning away as I shook my head. "Goodnight, Nathan." I sighed, before walking away, ignoring Nathans pleas for me to stop.