Mutual Feels: A Nash Grier Fanfic

Kelsi POV

I let out a sigh as I flop onto my bed. Tonight was so hectic.

First off, I was just going to go swing at the park with my brother, then Kelsi attacked me, and now Nash is sleeping at my house?

Jeez Kelsi, get your crap together. I let out a muffled laugh.

I feel like taking a shower, I think the grunginess of Megan rubbed off on me.

Speaking about Megan, Nash broke up with her I guess. I don't really know why but it sort of makes me happy.

I quickly jump in the shower and start singing.

I mean, I'm one of the worst singers in the WORLD. Simon Cowell would insult me more than any other contestant if I tried out on American Idol, but I sing anyways.

I'm really tired and want to hit the sack so I just stay in for 5 minutes and come out humming to a tune I heard on the radio. I wrap a towel around myself and open the bathroom door.

"EEEEEKKKK" I hear a scream.

My heart jumps and I look up and see Nash.

"AHHHHHHOMGGGGG" I practically yell.

"S-SORRY! I'M, I'M JUST GOING TO UM, LIKE GO BACK NOW UM OK YEP OK!!.." Nash yells and fumbles back still clearly traumatized at what just happened.

He didn't see anything but I think he was just shocked to see me in a towel. Or maybe he was just really scared when he saw my face. The world may never know.

I quickly throw on some clothes and go next door. I knock and hear Nash say

"Uh.. Come in."

I open the door and see him just laying on the bed fiddling with his hands.

"Hey-" he starts "sorry about in your room, I didn't mean to scare you."

I laugh a little and shake my hand, "It's ok. It was kind of funny. Oh- also, did you need anything? I figured you did since you came in my room." I asked.

He thinks for a minute and then it's as if he's had the greatest epiphanies ever.

"OH- Yeahhh! I had to pee, but I found the bathroom!"

I laugh. "Ok then" and start to make my way out of the door.

"Wait Kelsi!" Nash blurts

I turn back around, "Yeah, what is it??" I wonder.

"Can I talk to you about something?" He asks nervous.

"Yeah" I let out a sigh. I make my way over to his bed and sit on the edge.

"What is it?"

" So I just want to say I'm really sorry about what happened with Megan. I didn't mean to hurt you or anything." He explains.

"Look- I know you didn't mean to hurt anyone, but you keep ditching me for, I don't know, like, more popular people when I'm not around."

"That's what you think?" Nash says irritated.

"Well, yeah. What do you want me to think?" I say exasperated.

"Literally I hung out with you for the first month of school, barely my real friends. I even talked to you in school. And on top of that I've moved down like 3 spots in the popularity list at our school!" He says angrily.

I can't believe what I just heard. Was I ever just a rag- doll to him? The person to hang out when none of his "real" friends like Bri or Stef were around? Oh and am I supposed to be grateful that he is ok with people knowing that we know eachother? And I should be grateful that he even talks to me in school? And the popularity scale, wtf even is that? Is that was his morales are, what truly matters to him?! I know I never should've given him a second chance- or for that matter, even trusted him in the first place. I am so hurt but so angry. I can't believe him- or myself for that matter. I mean, at one point, I thought he actually LIKED me. Foolish girl, Kelsie, you are a foolish girl.

I shortly say, "I take it back."

"Well yeah, I mean you should, I'm not that kind of-" I cut Nash off before he can finish.

"No, the deal." I say again, looking away from him.

He sits up, "What deal?"

"You'll figure it out soon enough Mr. Popular, meanwhile, have fun spending the night, but it's the last one you get with me. Goodnight." I shut off the lights and close the door.

I take in a deep breath and run into my room.

I jump onto my bed and just scream into a pillow.

The insensitive prick!

I can't believe he would say a thing like that! After everything with Megan, how does he not understand anything?

I get out my diary. I flip to the page where I put down "Nash and I made up" I scribble it out through my tears and instead write, "Hate that Nash Grier kid."

NASH POV

A deal... A deal? Yes a deal? The last night? What de-.

Oh my god, the deal. In the car. To be friends.

What have I done?!