Strings (1 of 2)

Chapter 30 - Whore

It takes me a few seconds longer than it should to realize that Nathan is now on in front of me, placing a barrier between Chris and I. 

I pull at Nathan's arm, praying he won't try and fight Chris, who did nothing wrong and doesn't deserve this shit. Nathan doesn't even seem to feel me tugging at him, too focused on the 'big threat' in front of him. 

I look around frantically and see people gathering around us, watching.

I can't believe he is causing a scene like this... what gives him the right?!

I can faintly hear Chris trying to defend himself but I can't make out everything he is saying as I try to get Nathan's attention.

"She's your girlfriend?" is all I can hear from Chris who seems to be backing away.

I tug more at his arm, trying to get Nathan's attention, but to no avail. This isn't working and I can see the veins ready to burst in Nathan's neck. I need to get him outside.

"Nathan, let's go! Now!" I scream as aggressively as I can and finally get him to look at me.

Black enraged eyes look down at me, making me feel small beneath him. I want to lower my eyes and shrink under his gaze, but I won't let him make me feel like that. I am not that type of girl. And he cannot fight a guy for buying me a drink.

I meet his eyes again with renewed confidence.

"Now!" I yell and yank at his arm, pulling him reluctantly towards the back door, shoving through the crowd of people blocking my way. I can tell he isn't putting up that much of a fight against me pulling him though, because frankly I wouldn't be able to move him at all if he was still set on staying.

I don't bother looking around the room, knowing all eyes are probably on us right now. I can't even begin to think about my friend's reactions and questions when I get back inside. I don't even have a chance to apologize to Chris for this. I just need to get Nathan out of here.

I finally reach the door and shove it open, pulling him out with me into the parking lot. I quickly glance over the lot and it seems empty besides a few people parking a couple meters away.

I let go of his arm and start walking towards a truck I see ahead, further away from the other people.

"What the FUCK was that, Nathan?" I scream at him turning around.

His face is angrier than I have ever seen him before... and I would be lying if I said it doesn't scare me a little, but I try and shove it down for now. It's time to be angry now, not frightened. 

This time he pushed this jealously shit too far. He knew my friends were there, knew the crowd of people there, knew our rules, and still made a huge scene over nothing embarrassing me and potentially exposing us.

"I could ask you the same thing!" he screams back waving his arms. I squint my eyes at him, unable to grasp how he just said that.

"You had no right, NO RIGHT, to do that. He was buying me a drink, he didn't deserve to be yanked like that and threatened!" I throw my hands around towards the bar door for emphasis.

He glares at me like I am a stupid child, but I glare back holding my ground.

"He was touching you!" he says like it explains everything away. 

It doesn't.

"So?" I yell back, both confused and perfectly understanding at the same time. He was jealous, fine, but how could he be in our arrangement? We have set rules. How could he make a public spectacle like that over this?

"So you expect me to stand across the bar and watch him grope you in front of me?" He seems utterly betrayed by me, which just infuriates me more. He is so dramatic.

"I didn't even know you would be here tonight and he wasn't groping me!" I scream. "Grow up! He bought me a drink and I was thanking him... that's it!" I shouldn't have to explain this.

"That wasn't it! He wanted to get in your pants!"

"Again, Nathan, SO?" I scream louder.

He takes a step toward me, and I immediately step back hitting his truck with my heel. Fuck, I'm stuck. I take a deep breath and try to calm down and end this before we say something we both regret.

"Just go home. We can talk tomorrow when we are sober. This is too much right now." I shake my head as I try to reason with him. If we talk tomorrow, this can get figured out. But not when he is so malicious and drunk like right now.

"Like hell if you think I am going home so you can go back inside and whore yourself out to that loser and then come back to fuck me tomorrow!"

Something flicks in me like a switch at the word whore.

"You know what? I'm going to make this real easy on you." I glare at him, trying to make my words sound as icy as he made me feel. "You and me?" I gesture between us and he raises his eyebrows, daring me to say my next words. "We are done. Over."

"What?" he asks, clearly confused and more angry now, if that was even possible.

"No one, especially you, gets to call me a whore. You have no problem fucking me when it suits you or when you need a booty call." He opens his mouth to argue, but I hold up my hand, cutting him off. "This isn't our arrangement. No strings means no strings. You trying to fight a guy for touching me and then calling me a whore are fucking strings!" I yell trying to keep the tears in. I will not let him see me cry right now.

"And me holding you and calming you down after you wake up screaming hysterically from a nightmare aren't strings?" He counters, his words cutting right into my chest. My mouth gapes open as tears well in my eyes.

"Fuck you." I spit back at him, the hurt evident in my voice more than I want I him to see or hear.

Is he really going to use that vulnerable moment against me right now to try and win a fight? That hurts more than anything else.

He runs his fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends in frustration. He almost looks like he wishes he could take his last words back. But he can't. They lay between us like a brick wall.

He looks at the ground and takes two steps back, which allows me enough room to get out of this mess. Both physically and emotionally.

I start walking away as he calls after me to stop. My confidence regrows the further I get from him. Just to throw ice on the wound, I turn around to face him one last time as I reach the door to go back inside.

"For the record, if you weren't such a fucking douchebag, I would have left with you tonight like I planned but now I'm going to go be the whore you think I am." I state - or more like threaten - with a scowl and turn to walk back inside before I can hear another word from him.

Author's Note:

3 chapters in one night! I'm on a roll!

Hope you liked this chapter! Let me know in the comments below! :)

What does everyone think? Should she have ended it with Nathan over this? 

I would be upset if this was me, but I don't know if I would end it over that, even if him calling her a whore was too far. But I write from Emily's perspective, not my own...

Don't worry lovelies.... way more drama to come. The night isn't over for Em yet!

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