Mr. Illinois (a Pete Wentz Fan Fiction)

Chapter Six

Chapter Six
Natasha's POV
I walked in to the hotel lobby and looked around. Illinois should be here soon. My cell began to ring.
"I can see you," Pete said creepily.
"You sound like a stalker," I retorted, then looked around again. "Where are you?"
"Right here!" He Hugged me from behind.
"God, you almost gave me a heart attack!" I exclaimed clutching my chest.
The man rolled my eyes. "Stop being so overdramatic."
"I am not."
"Are to!"
"Am not!"
You can imagine how the rest of our conversation went, until we both burst into laughter and were shunned out of the lobby.
"Come on." He grabbed my hand and we walked to the restaurant. It was only a few blocks away and we continued to joke.
"Table with Craig?" Natasha asked the hostess.
She looked us up and down with disapproval, then led us over to a table.
I gripped his hand tighter as we neared the table and saw someone I didn't expect.
"Ashlee?" Pete choked out.
"Ah, Natasha and Pete. I'm glad you two are here," Nathan greeted. "This is my fiancée Ashlee."
"Yes," he said. "We've met."
"Oh, really, where?" Nate asked, smiling at Pete's discomfort.
"At our wedding, then at the courthouse when she filed for divorce," He told him bluntly.
I shifted uncomfortably. This was awkward.
"Where's Bronx?" Pete asked.
"At home with the nanny," Ashlee responded through gritted teeth.
"Why didn't you ask me to watch him tonight?"
"I don't know," she answered.
"Why don't we sit down?" I suggested, as Craig snickered.
"I'm going to take a walk," Pete told me and walked away.
I made a small noise, a whimper, like a puppy. I really didn't want to left alone with the couple. I sat down across from the two in the booth.
"Who are you?" Ashlee asked accusingly.
"Natasha Fields, I went to high school with him," I mumbled, pointing at Nate.
"And Pete?"
"Why do you care?" I snapped.
"He's the father of my child."
"Bronx is his child as well."
"Why do you care?"
"Because I feel sorry he has to have you guys as parents," I muttered under my breath.
"Excuse me!" Ashlee exclaimed.
I looked around desperately for Pete and found a couple I didn't expect.
"Patrick!" I leapt up and pulled him into a hug.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked, holding me at arm's length.
"Um... My friend invited Pete and I to dinner. Come sit with us," I begged.
"Sure."
I led him and Elisa over towards the table.
"Ashlee?" they asked shocked.
"Oh, Patrick and Elisa. I didn't expect to see you here," she responded stiffly.
I grinned. This was all some stupid little game with Nathan and I was winning. "Oh, yeah. I invited them to sit with us. I hope you don't mind."
"No problem," Nate said. "A friend of Natasha is a friend of ours."
"Yes," Ashlee agreed. "Please, excuse me. I need to use the ladies room." She scooted out of the booth and walked off. Elisa slid into the seat next to Nate and Patrick and I sat opposite them.
"Why are you having dinner with Pete's ex and the richest man in America?" he whispered.
"I went to school with him and he's marrying Ashlee," I explained softly.
"Wow, that's awkward."
"Yeah." I nodded and glanced over at the people sitting across from us. Elisa and Nate looked like they were having a great time chatting their heads off. I guess, since they were both engineers they had a lot of common interests.
"How's life been?" I asked nobody in particular.
"Patrick? Elisa?" Pete asked shocked.
"Hey, man," Patrick greeted. "Nat invited us over, if that's all right."
"Yeah, totally." Pete slid into the booth, crushing me between him and Patrick.
"Thank you," I said sarcastically and nudged him to the left.
We talked and sadly Ashlee came back from the restroom.
"Yay, little miss priss is back," I muttered under my breath, causing the two men beside me to burst into giggles.
"I'm sorry?"
"Nothing," I answered.
After insulting each other for another 15 minutes, I finally got fed up and left.
"Hey, are you okay?" Patrick grabbed my arm.
"Yeah, fine." I shook it off and looked around.
"Don't worry," Patrick told me. "Pete is defending you against Ashlee's criticism."
Soon Pete came up to us asking the same question.
"Fine, Illinois," I said and hugged him.
"That's good." He kissed my forehead. "What do you want to do?"
"How about that pizza you offered?" I suggested.
He laughed.
Meanwhile Patrick was standing to the side awkwardly.
"I'm going to grab Elisa and go home," he told us.
I stopped him. "No, you guys should join us."
Patrick smiled. "Yeah."
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A/N: Sorry this took so long. I have no good excuse other than that I am really lazy, but at least I updated. Anyways... 250 reads! Thank you guys so much! I cant believe that many people took time out of their day to read a stupid story, written by a teenager. Thank you so much.
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