We're Just Friends [BOOK 1 Of The 'We're Just' Trilogy]]

"Date..Date.. Oh! DATE!"

T W E N T Y N I N E

Nathaniel

"Goddamn it!" I fling my bag into the back seat of my car, slamming the door shut. Gen walks up to me "Woah there, why are you taking this out on the car?" She pats the side, a small smile on her face.

My eyes search her face for some sign of stress or regret for what happened the other night but she seems to be as cool as a cucumber. "Gen. Can I ask you something?" I cock a brow, folding my arms over my chest giving her a hard stare.

She smirks "when did Nathaniel O'Connor start asking if its okay to ask something?" I blink, taken back.

Anna must be rubbing off on me...

I shake my head "not-" I sigh "not what I was getting at. Exactly where the fuck were you and Monica when anna was being sexually assaulted by that sicko thanks to you?" I glare at her, my frown deepening.

She sighs "Monica needed to throw up, so I went with her and we got stuck in the back yard with Sebastian and his friends.." She defends, avoiding eye contact.

Lying bitch

"Did you know about Chester?" She shakes her head "I'm not that disgusting as to let my best friend be touched up by some guy" She spits, playing the victim.

"When I walked in that bathroom, he had his dick out ready to give her another round of trauma! Are you even listening to yourself right now?!" I burst, yelling at her in the middle of a parking lot doesn't seem like such a good idea but I couldn't give less of a fuck than I do right now as I inch closer and closer to her.

"Nate you're going to make a scene-" She looks around at the few daring eyes.

"Fuck the scene!"

"When I tried to touch her she almost hit me! What you guys did was fucked up, no fucking wonder she was crying after that call when we got back. Whatever the fuck your reason was for disappearing that night, it better be good or I swear on my dead cat you will never see her ever again" I spit, backing away and getting into my car.

My body was working on impulse right now, every thought, decision and word were fuelled by the pent up anger, frustration and guilt.

Mainly the guilt but I'm not going to admit it so easily.

Now she's off with that pretty boy, just because he rides a back and has rich parents he thinks he's invincible.

Slamming the radio on, I pull out of the parking lot and speed down the road.

'So you can keep me... inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer till our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone..'

My ears perk up at the all too familiar song, my mind wandering to the night before orientation when I heard Anastasia in her room crying as she sang this.

I wonder why she cried, was it because it reminded her of someone? Probably that psycho, he might've sung it to her all the fucking time.

I glare at the cars in front of me, switching radio stations.

My head is out of focus and all I can think of is Anna, she's with another guy. Someone that isn't me.