Addicted ~ Nate Jacobs

Chapter Thirty-Six

Nate watched Sophie walk away and he turned back to Natalie, who smiled at him.

"Congrats! I'm so proud of you guys!"

"Thank you."

She grabbed his hand, "I'm excited for the party tomorrow. I'm sure it's going to be so much fun."

"Yeah, it will be."

Nate was trying his best to pay attention to Natalie, but the only person he had on his mind was Sophie. He missed her like fucking crazy and all he wanted was her back in his arms again. Nate saw Maddy walk in and rolled his eyes, knowing she would probably mention something about him and Natalie, except Natalie was the one who said something.

"Why did you push me on the field? That was rude." Natalie said and Maddy scoffed.

"Bitch, I think you know why." Maddy relies, glancing at Nate.

Nate rolled his eyes, "Maddy, that's enough. We don't need to deal with yours or Sophie's bullshit. To be honest, I don't really care about anything anymore."

Maddy smirked, "Oh, yeah? What if I told you that Fezco came to Sophie's house?"

Now, in Maddy's defence, she was only doing this because Sophie had been hurt enough by Nate with the whole Natalie situation. So, Maddy needed him to think that Sophie actually had someone else waiting for her. And who better to taunt him with than Fez? Plus, it was true, but Maddy made a mental note to do damage control later with Sophie.

"You're lying."

"Just ignore her, they're trying to make you upset on purpose to win you back. But they can't have you cause you're all mine!" Natalie said as Nate wrapped his arm around her.

"Yeah, totally."

Nate thought about what Maddy said, was she telling the truth? Did Fezco go over to Sophie's? He dropped off Natalie at home and then drove to his house, thinking about it the entire time.

"Hi sweetie! I'm so proud of you! You've accomplished so much and there's even more to come." Marsha said, giving her son a quick hug as he came in the door, "Now, go shower!"

Nate gave his mom a small smile and went upstairs to his room. His dad was no where in sight, thankfully. He really didn't want to hear him criticize  the game, which he would eventually. Nate went into his bathroom and stared the shower, before getting in.

After he showered, he threw on some boxers and sat down in his room, thinking. Thinking about Sophie, Natalie, the game, how much he had fucked everything up over the last few months. He felt himself getting frustrated and he was fucking angry. Everything he had before, he didn't have now. He had Sophie and now she was just absent most of the time. He had football and now it was over, the worst game of his life and also the last of his career. And Natalie, well he didn't have her before, but he had her now and she was whatever.

Nate heard footsteps and looked up to see his dad standing in the doorway. Fuck.

"You may have won the game, but you lost control of the team. And in the long run. if you don't lead, you're gonna lose." Nate took a deep breath in and stood up, walking right up to his dad, "You need to take a step back, Nate. I said take a step back."

Nate grabbed his dad and Cal grabbed him and threw him back on the bed, making Nate fight him back.

"Get the fuck off me! Get your fucking hands off me, you fucking f****t! Get the fuck off! Get the fuck off!" Nate yelled as him and Cal hit each other.