Disguise (on hold)

Disguise Part Two

Chapter Two

"I need a ride."

"How did you get here without a car?" I asked looking behind me to see him still following me.

"Boss offered me a lift." He quickened his pace until he was beside me. "She thought it would be easier to just go home with you since we are house-buddies." He nudged me.

"Ugh don't remind me. Why does she love you and hate me?" I said grumpily as we reached my car.

"Have you met me? I'm awesome."

"That's questionable." I mumbled as I slid into the driver's seat, removing the contacts so my eyes were brown again

"I heard that." He got in the passenger seat and instantly started to fiddle with the radio until it was on his favorite station. By then we were out on to the highway.

Thankfully it was only a five minute drive to my house and Nate decided not to tick me off anymore since I wasn't exactly in the best mood. The whole day Nate had pretended to be my boyfriend and not once had I had the opportunity to say he wasn't without ruining our covers.

I stopped the car unlocked the door and went straight into my room snatching my iPhone out of my bag on my way. I punched in the Boss's number angrily, slamming my door behind me and chucking my bag and glasses onto my bed.

"Hello-"

"Why is he here?" I demanded

"Who's there?" She asked absentmindedly.

"Don't act stupid, why did you send Nate?"

"Oh, Natha-"

"Do you not trust me?" I started to yell. "Or do you think that if I were alone I would screw up this mission?" A small knock at the door paused my rant. I took a deep breath and Nate slowly let himself in. His face was of concern and the sober look in his eyes just seemed to push my anger.

"Do you honestly think I can't handle anything by myself, that I'm just some innocent weak little girl that can't get the job done? Well news alert, the weak innocent girl you picked up from jail a year ago has changed. I saw my lifelong best friend today and I couldn't say a single thing to her because according to the world I'm dead, you pronounced me dead." I wasn't sure who I was yelling at but tears threatened to fall over as I chucked the phone at a wall, effectively ending the call.

I turned to face Nate he was still hovering at the edge of my room looking at me like I was a bomb about to go off.

"Get out." I whispered deathly.

"Meredit-"

"Do not call me that."

"Meredith, calm down."

"If you're not going to leave I will." I went to go push past him but he blocked me,

"Nate, let me out." I snarled

"No." He answered firmly. I pulled my fist to punch him but before it could connect with his face, his hand was around my wrist. I struggled to move my hand out of his grasp.

"This is your entire fault. You picked me up from jail. You told everyone I was dead. You are the reason in stuck being worthless and replaceable." I spat the words out at him venomously.

'Meredith, calm down."

"No. I-I" My words started to break.

"Meredith, you know you can let those walls of yours down." He finally let go of my wrist.

"Get lost." I shoved at his chest and he stumbled far enough back that I was able to slam the door shut, I locked the door then picked up the shattered pieces of my phone of the floor.

I threw all of the pieces of my phone on my desk and picked up the plain manila folder labeled 'Dylan Thomas'. I sat down, taking my shoes off and read the folder over and over looking for Scarlett's name.

It wasn't on a single page. I finally gave up, throwing the folder on my desk

I pulled all my messy curls back into a bun looping a hair tie around it. I quickly changed into a pair of yoga pants and a crop top with a little lamb on it then went to the kitchen.

Nate was standing at the end of the bench eating a cookie and playing a game on his phone.

"You're still here?" I asked in disbelief that he'd stuck around even though I had just yelled at him. He looked up in surprise. There was a hint of his smile on his lips. I went past him to the fridge.

"Where are the rest of the cookies?" I asked turning around to stare at him. He stuffed the last piece of the cookie in his mouth then smiled apologetically.

"Whoops." He murmured, looking down at the floor. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I bought a packet of 20."

"Well, it's an interesting story, see..."

"I'm sure it is very interesting. Do tell."

"Well, uh. Sorry?"

"I'll accept the apology once there is a packet of cookies sitting in my kitchen when I wake up tomorrow."

"Anything for you my lady." He grabbed my hand, leant down and pressed his lips to the back of my hand.

"Get off you idiot." I shook my head in disbelief that the person in front of me could've ever pulled of any job with what seemed like such a low IQ.

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