Dating The Bad Girl (A Nathan Sykes FanFic)

Chapter 2: "Don't trust her. She's planning something. I can feel it."

I pulled out my laptop and began grabbing all the information I could about Nathan. Turns out, the guy who thought I was cute was Jay, the bald one is Max, the other short one is Tom, and the other tall one, since he shares the same height as Jay, is Siva. I found out all the bad gossip, the good gossip, and the just plain dirty. I quickly developed a plan to crush him. To bring Nathan to pieces. This plan was sure to work. Why? Because I am Marsha, the BADASS OF LONDON! I know how to destroy everything and everyone. I am a true W.M.D. I grabbed my phone and began hacking Nathan's accounts. Facebook and Twitter. I then began tweeting and facebooking things that he wouldn't write in a million years. Damn, I should be a journalist.

NATHAN'S P.O.V.

I laughed as Tom and Kelsey began arguing again over nothing while Siva and Nareesha watched something on his phone. Nareesha sat calmly on Siva's right knee, her legs crossed at the ankles. Her head was placed gently on his shoulder and Siva had bent his neck a little to place his head slightly on top of hers. Damn, I wish I had a relationship like that. And that girl I have to take care of. That troublesome girl. If she didn't notice from me starring at her earlier I liked her. Yeah did I like her. Her beautiful blue eyes that matched the color of the ocean in the early morning made me melt, her light brown hair that looked smooth and shiny. But this I know. 

She'd never date me.

By the way she treated me earlier we could be rivals. Long lost enemies. And it seemed whenever you looked into her eyes, the would grow colder. Getting more and more pale by the day. I looked at Jay, who was sitting on the sofa eating chips and watching Avatar on his phone. Max was in his room watching the Man City game. So basically, I was left alone, with nothing to do |but stare at people who know what to do, when to do it *that's what she said*|. I stoos up, causing everyone but Max to look at me.

"I'm gonna go check on Marsha," I said. 

"Oh so that's her name," Jay said. "Thanks for telling us."

He went back to eating and watching his movie. Kelsey and Tom started arguing again and Seev and Nareesha went back to watching whatever they were on Seev's phone. I walked upstairs and knocked on the door to Marsha's room, where loud, rock music was playing. I opened the door, causing her to stare at me with her now ice colored eyes.

"It's very rude for people to just barge in on others," she said, turning off her radio.

"And you're talking to me about rudeness," I laughed. "Listen, dinners soon. We need you downstairs in about 10 minutes. And please keep the music down."

She shrugged and turned her radio back on. I rolled my eyes, hiding the smirk the rode across my face after I had left and closed the door. I wandered into my room and looked in the mirror. I sighed. Many questions flew through my head as I starred at my reflection.

'Did she not like me because I look like shit?'

'Why am I drawn to her, but she not to me?'

'Am I gonna be like this forever?'

I slammed my palm down on the dresser top, stopping the incessant heart breaking thoughts. I sighed and threw my hat on the ground before running my fingers through my hair. Man I wanted to do that to Marsha's hair so bad. I fluffed it out a bit before changing clothes.

10 minutes later, we were all ready to go to dinner. Everyone was downstairs, except for Emily. I sighed and walked upstairs. We were going out drinking afterwards so she had to wear something clubbish. I knocked on her bedroom door.

"Can I come in?" I asked. 

"Sure," she said. I heard anger in her voice. I walked in and saw her digging through bags of clothes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I don't have any clubbing outfits," she groaned. "I threw 'em all out cos they were to small. I never went shopping for any new ones."

I tried my best to hold in a laugh that was trying to escape my lips. It was cute to see her mad.

"Look," I said. "I'll go talk to Kelsey. See if she could lend you something."

She nodded and continued to shuffle through the bag of clothes. I left and went downstairs, calling Kelsey over so I could talk to her in private.

"What?" She whispered.

"Marsha doesn't have any clubbing outfits," I whispered to her. "Do you think you could lend her something?"

"Of course," she smiled before going upstairs.

It took about 3 minutes until Marsha and Kelsey came back downstairs. When my eyes touched Marsha, my mouth dropped open. (dress and accesories ------->). The dress fit her figure perfectly. The dress made her about 1 inch taller than me. The bracelet was a great addition, her purse went well as well. Her make-up was done perfectly. Her hair and its ends curled and the part on her far left.

"Well?" Kelsey asked. We all starred at Marsha, speachless. Marsha sighed.

"They hate it," she said. That's when we all perked up saying that we loved it and she looked great. I swear, I saw the ends of her lips perk up a bit before going back to the straight, tough girl face.To be honest, she looked rather scary. She had a bit of muscle, obviously from working out a lot. She had medium shins, bigger than the average girls. Her hair had the slight way of sticking up even after brushing it when it was wet. Her face, though, was something different. She had the popular girl lips. You know, the ones who are great kissers. Her face had innocent written all over it. She was innocent until you let her off her leash. A wild dog chasing a defensless human. A wolf who strikes in the night. Today as soon as she had gotten here, it seemed that all the evil crap she'd done never existed.

"Hey Nath," Nareesha said, snapping me back to reality and ruining my train of thought. "We're leaving."

I sat up and smiled at Nareesha.

"Okay," I said. "I was just....day dreaming."

She smiled before yelling at the others in the van.

"Give us a few," she said. "Nathan and I have to talk!"

They nodded and gave her a thumbs up.

She looked at me.

"You like Marsha, don't you?" She asked, her tone changing completely.

"Yeah," I said. "I feel guilty because of it."

"Listen," she said. "Don't trust her. She's planning something, I can feel it. And it involves you. I wouldn't go letting your gaurd down yet."

I nodded before going with Nareesha and getting into the van.