First Choice (Sam Wilkinson/Nash Grier)

Chapter 38

Nash's POV

Nothing. She just stood there and said nothing while I poured my heart out to her. I slammed the locker, having finished changing out of my PE uniform. I was done for the day, and I was going to go home.

If Sam and Jasmine could ditch, then why shouldn't I? I tossed my bag over my shoulder and stalked out into the hallway. The halls were empty because Jasmine had gotten hurt merely twenty minutes into class, I had gotten back before the period ended.

Good.

I wouldn't have to sneak past wary teachers that would have been monitoring the halls.

It didn't take me long to get to my car, throwing the door open and tossing my bag into the passenger seat. I'd have to come back to pickup Hayes if he couldn't find another ride from one of his few friends that weren't also freshman like him. But I didn't care.

I just wanted to go home.

I drove hectically, speeding all the way home. I was angry, so damn angry; upset, to the point where I just wanted to crawl in my bed and never leave; but most of all, I was humiliated, embarrassed, mortified.

Nothing. she couldn't even say one thing when I basically confessed everything to her:

What a horrible person I was for leaving my sister.

How I truly felt about her.

I waited, even gave her a good minute to say something, anything at all, but she didn't say shit. I was such a fucking idiot.

When I got home, I flung myself onto my bed, curled up into my blanket, and I decided I was never leaving as I drifted into a restless slumber.

Jasmine's POV

I knew I couldn't go see him right away, not so much for him but because I wasn't even sure what I would say. I needed time to think. I knew I liked Nash, but did I really feel as strongly as he did? I didn't know for sure.

Weren't you supposed to know for sure?

Too bad this wasn't the movies, or a really cliché fanfic...

In the real world, people were confused and undecided. We never knew anything for sure and constantly changed our minds.

And I knew that, but I still felt I should at least know what I wanted so I wouldn't mess with his emotions. I shouldn't do that to him. I wouldn't do that to him.

I took the whole rest of the school day, deciding to just go to his after school. I'd texted Aaron, knowing he'd stayed at Nash's house before and he said he was fine with giving me a ride there.

I contemplated my feelings for Nash. I wanted him, I cared about him, and I could see myself with him.

So why the hell was I so undecided about it?

I knew the answer but I didn't want to admit it to myself.

Sam.

I was still holding on to hope that we would still be something. It was absolutely horrible because I knew that us admitting how we felt about each other hasn't made anything definite between Sam and I.

Not to mention the fact that Sam and I weren't going to be anything. We had both chose to put it behind us and move on from that.

I didn't want to let my idiotic hopes hold me back, I needed to be happy, and what if Nash could make me happy?

What am I saying?

He didn't say he wanted anything. Sam had said he loved me plenty of times and look where we were now. Nash only admitted he had feelings so there was no definite way to know if he intended to do anything about those feelings.

Regardless, I couldn't let him think that this whole thing was one sided. I knew how horrible that felt.

When we pulled up to Nash's house, I was a little surprised. It was much nicer than I had expected. It was two stories, and the lawn looked nice. I hadn't expected it to look this well with only three guys taking care of it.

I waved to Aaron as he drove off, I'd told him I could get a ride from Sam if things went poorly with Nash and it was too weird to ask for a ride home.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, taking nervous steps up to the door. I knocked a few times, stepping back and realizing there was a doorbell so I rang that twice of course before knocking again.

God, I'm such a hot mess.

As soon as the door opened I blurted out "Nash, I need-" before stopping myself, a little dumbfounded when I realized it definitely wasn't Nash who had answered the door.