Bloodstream | Nate Jacobs

Chapter six:

"Excuse me?" I hissed, stopping deas in the middle of the track.

"You heard me," Nate spoke with a wide grin, taking a step closer to me.

"I fucking warned you."

I brought my knee up quickly, hitting him right where the sun don't shine. Nate dropped to the ground with a loud thud holding his crouch while he groaned in pain.

"Maybe that'll fix your attitude," I mocked, glaring down at the boy who managed to make me lose my temper on the first day of school.

"Cooper. Office right now," The coach shouted, blowing her whistle loudly multiple times from across the track.

"Whatever," I grumbled, turning around to face the coach. Everyone had stopped running, nearly forty shocked eyes stared at me. It wasn't exactly how I wanted to get noticed, but I guess it will do.

"I can't believe she just did that," a girl said in a disapproving tone.

"That was badass," a guy cheered on.

"Isn't that the new girl?" Another guy questioned, his eyes lingered across my body.

"She must be a whore with all those love bites."

The cute blonde boy watched me curiously, a hint of amusement on his face. He smiled widely, nodding his head when approval when I walked past him. Everyone was talking amongst one another. Gawking hard at me while whispering to one another. Which in the end was only fueling my ego.

3:45 pm and school was finally dismissed. I had already spent the last thirty minutes sitting in the office pissed off and irritated with everyone.

Fuck Nate for pissing me off.

Fuck Nate for being a dick.

Fuck Nate for wanting Maddy still.

And most of all just fuck Nate.

It was the first day of school and my phone was already blowing up with messages from my mom, already threatening to send me away. And here we go again, the mother bird will swoop down and try to cage the untamable. Send me away. Does she really think I give a shit? Does she really think I don't know that she hates every fiber of my being and she is embarrassed by me. Her beautiful teen prodigy was a fucking disapointment and there was nothing she could do about it. I was never going to be the preppy, bubbly, cheerleader type that she wanted me to be. I was never going to be her. While my brother was off being everything my parents could have wanted and more. Here I was, the adorable disappointment. Though they didn't think I was adorable.

I walked through the crowds of people, trying my best to ignore the glances they were all giving me at my gym attire, assholes could have at least gave me a couple of minutes to change back into my regular clothes. I followed my way back down the hallways, trying my best to remember which way the gymnasium was in.

"Lily!" Nate shouted from my behind me. I turned around to face where the voice had come from.

Nate weaved through the students shoving everyone out of his way. He didn't look too impressed either.

"Still not in the mood," I muttered, turning back to the gym doors that were at the end of the hallway.

"I don't care. I need to talk to you."

"Go find someone who cares," I hissed, walking away.

"Wow. You are such a fucking bitch," Nate shouted, catching the attention of a couple of random people who were still standing in the hallways.

"Really? What would have given you that impression?" I replied sarcastically.

"You know what fuck you," Nate spoke behind me in a defeated tone.

I wanted to give in to him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and apologize for my hostile actions, but that would entail that I am the weak one. Which I clearly am not. No matter the consequences I wasn't being the one who threw the towel in. And I wasn't chasing a guy who was in love with another girl. I opened the gym door, seeing the blonde-haired boy taking amongst a group of his other boys. A stupid idea popped into my head.

"You wish. But either way, I have a pretty cute date tonight," I spoke with a smirk, turning back to look at Nate. That would surely win his defeat.

"Fine. Maddy it is." Nate replied coldly.

Self-sabotaging at it's finest. My heart stung at his words, but I was the only one to blame.

"Like I care," I replied flatly. I did though. I cared so much.

We both stared at each other for a few moments, silently, and defeat lingering in both of our eyes. This was surely going to be a unnecessary war neither of us was going to win with our stubborn attitudes.

"Fine," Nate muttered and with heavy steps, he was trudging back down the hallways.

I inhaled deeply in annoyance at myself, regretting my always having to be on top attitude. I could have talked to him. I could have questioned him about the gossip in the locker room, instead I probably just fucked up the only good thing I've ever encountered. I hated that I cared so fucking much.

"Lily?" The blond-haired guy questioned, standing in front of me.

"What?" I replied back harshly.

"You've been standing in the doorway for a while. I just thought I'd check on you," He spoke back tenderly, his voice was warm and comforting.

"I'm fine. What's your name?" I questioned, still watching the hallway that Nate had walked down, hoping he would return.

"Jared. Are you sure? I thought I saw you talking to Nate Jacobs. And after your last interaction with him, I would take it he was his usual ass self." Jared spoke cautiously, he was clearly nervous.

"No. I was the ass. Look, Jared. I'm not good for you. I'm not good for anyone. So just stay away from me, will you." I mumbled pushing past him and escaping in the women's locker room that just in front of us.

All I wanted was to go home, and forget today happened.