Chapter 7 .... Enjoy :)
*Alex’s POV*
I trudged down the stairs after the worst night’s sleep I’d ever had, hair matted, no make up on: looking even worse than I had the previous morning. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what had kept me up. Yet again Nate had done something unexpected, and once more he had run off and just left me standing there. I was getting more than a little confused and I just didn’t know what to do. It was 7am, too early to ring Annie. I decided that rather than going crazy and staying in bed thinking, I’d do something productive and go get breakfast. As I reached the bottom step I heard a noise from the kitchen. Who could it be? My parents weren’t due home for a few weeks and Trent would never be up at this time, definitely not on a Sunday. Moving cautiously I inched towards the kitchen door, taking a peek inside. The fridge door was open as someone foraged through it in search of food. All I could see was an extremely toned bicep, but I decided that whoever the food thief was, they were no real harm to me. Probably some mate of Trent’s from college, nothing to worry about. I stepped inside and leaned against the doorframe. Crossing my arms over my chest, I cleared my throat and waited for the culprit to show themselves. My jaw hit the floor as none other than Nate emerged from the fridge with a carton of orange juice in his hand and a sexy smirk plastered on his beautifully structured face. His gaze scanned over my body, an approving look crossing his features as his eyes roamed over my shorts and down my bare legs.
“Morning beautiful”, he purred, his voice coming out raspy and thick with sleep, making him sound all the more sexy.
“H-hey,” I managed to choke out, my legs turning to jelly by merely his presence, “ What are you doing up so early?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” he replied, his gaze never leaving mine.
I didn’t say anything in response; I didn’t need to. He knew by my disheveled appearance that I hadn’t slept much either. I mean, how could I?
I was lost in my thoughts once more, so much so that I hadn’t noticed Nate approaching me. When it finally dawned on me, he was only mere inches away. Taking in every inch of his perfect body, I scanned my eyes up and down noting the way his boxers hung perfectly from his hips, his sculpted chest and the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with his movement. My gaze drifted up to his face, taking in every detail, every impeccably constructed feature, until my eyes met those grey-blue pools that captivated me each and every time. My breath caught in my throat causing my favourite sexy smirk to appear once more. He stepped up right in front of me, his toned chest pressed firmly against my own. My heart rate picked up and my breathing became uneven as he pressed me against the wall. I should’ve stopped it, should’ve found out what this game we were playing was, why he was doing all this, but I just couldn’t. I didn’t want him to stop. I loved the feel of his body pressed against mine. I loved the way he looked at me with those magnificent eyes.
He leaned his forehead against mine, resting his hand against my cheek. I didn’t know what he was going to do, I never did when it came to Nate, but I knew what I wanted him to do. His eyes studied mine and a worried look crept over his features. It seemed as though he was dealing with some sort of internal struggle, like his body and his mind wanted different things. After a minute of silence, he finally opened his mouth to speak.
“Alex”, he whispered ever so seductively, his mouth only inches from my ear.
“Nate”, I responded breathlessly, “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Ssh, Alex”, he soothed, “I wont hurt you.”
“Nate, we can’t do this”, I choked out, not because I didn’t want him, but because I was so utterly confused as it was, I didn’t know how much more I could take.
He looked at me for a long moment like a rabbit caught in headlights, unsure of why I was saying this, until finally a look of hurt crossed his face, one that threatened to break my heart. I needed to say something, to tell him that I really did want him, that I just needed to know what was going on, just some reassurance, but nothing came out. Backing away from me he turned on his heel, walked out the kitchen door towards the stairs. Realization hit me like a freight train and I rushed out into the hall, finding my voice once more.
“Nate!” I called after him, “Nate, please, wait!”
He turned to look at me for merely a second before trudging off up the stairs. I sagged back against the wall, falling to the floor. Silent tears began to flow down my face as I heard a door slam from upstairs.
What had I done?
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I spent all day Sunday in the worst possible mood. I couldn’t get the hurt look on Nate’s face off my mind. I should’ve talked to him, should’ve found out what was going on rather than rejecting him like that. I hadn’t really seen him for the rest of the day. After what happened he had returned to Trent’s room, grabbed his stuff and stormed off home. Trent passed no remarks, but I was seriously worried. In all the years Nate had been hanging round my house I had never seen him like that. The hurt had welled up in his eyes and his anger was apparent. He had said he’d never hurt me and that much I truly believed, but with that much pent up frustration God knows what would happen. I couldn’t have him doing something stupid because of me.
After he left I had given Annie a call; I needed her advice and most of all I just needed to talk to my best friend. Annie was never one to be lost for words, but even she had been left shocked. We spent what seemed like hours on the phone before she had to go finish some homework, and I decided to do the same. It did the trick for a bit and took my mind off the whole Nate problem, but as soon as I’d finished- BAM!- he consumed my thoughts once more.
Come 8pm I was exhausted. Between my sleepless nights and all the newfound drama in my life, I was just completely drained. I hopped into bed and prayed for sleep to come. I still had Nate on my mind, but I was so tired that I drifted off to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
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Next morning I was awoken a little earlier than usual. At 6:30am my phone rang, causing me to jump from my bed. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I flicked it open, answering without checking the caller ID.
“Hey baby”, Mom greeted cheerfully, “Sorry, honey. Did I wake you?”
“Oh, hey mom”, I yawned, “ Yeah, but it’s cool. What’s up?”
“Well, sweetie, I’ve got a surprise for you and your brother!”
“A surprise? What surprise?” I almost squeaked. I really loved surprises, especially when they came from mom. Because she was away all the time she liked to kiss ass and when she kissed ass, she went all out.
“Well…” she continued, “ Your father and I have organized for you, Annie, Trent and Nate to go to New York for spring break. You’re all going to stay in the Plaza and we’ve organized some special outings for you guys.”
“OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod!” I screamed, “You CAN’T be serious!”
“Alex”, she chuckled, “ calm down, honey!”
“ I love you, I love you, I love you!” I gushed unable to contain the excitement bubbling inside me.
“I love you too, sweetheart. I’ve got to go now but I’ll give you a call soon. Make sure you let Trent and the others know”, and with that the line went dead.
I hopped up on my bed, bouncing up and down with excitement. Me and my best friend in the whole world spending two whole weeks in the Big Apple! It was going to be amazing! I couldn’t help the huge grin that appeared on my face; that is until it hit me.
Nate was coming too…
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