She's With The Band

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Hey guys!!
Here's another chapter, Nate's a dick I'm sorry😭

Hope you guys like it :)

Aubrey's Point of View:

It's the morning after- well it's actually the afternoon after. It's currently 2:37 and I'm at a gas station attempting to fill up my car.

Last night felt like a fever dream. I can't believe that happened and I can't believe everything that went down. Like I was roofied for the second time in my life. At least this time I was saved from the inevitable, and I'm thankful to Nate for that.

What I'm not thankful for is the fact that I danced, and well grinded on him. I'm embarrassed over the fact, but also I just want to forget that interaction even happened.

I still don't understand how I ended up in Nate's car last night, or why he just didn't drop me off at my place. I mean since he couldn't give a shit about me then why didn't he just drop me off somewhere? Or let someone else take me home. Why didn't he try to find Tahlia or Joseph? Why didn't he let one of the guys take care of me either?

I tried to stick the nozzle into my car and somehow it wasn't working. Of course.

I've never been good at filling up gas. Having lived in the city for my entire life you usually take the subway or taxis and stuff.

I only got my license when I moved out here, so like a year ago.

"Ugh." I moaned in annoyance as I looked at the guy across from me and offered a stressed out smile.

He looked at me seeming weirded out as I just looked down and shook my head. My shaky hands struggled to shove the nozzle into my car which was an easy task that I've done several times before this, and for some reason I just can't put it in today.

"You do it like this." said a low voice, taking the nozzle from out of my hands and putting it in the car.

I looked down at the slender veiny hands and already could tell. From the chipped black nail polish and the few familiar hand tattoos I recognized immediately that these hands could be none other than Nate's. And not to my surprise at the slightest I looked up to see Nate. Great.

"It's fine thanks." I said taking the nozzle out of his hands.

I ripped it out of his hands roughly as he tilted his head and scrunched his brows. A confused look was plastered across his face as he stopped chewing his gum. I then tried to but it back in but of course choked under pressure and failed in front of him. He laughed lowly as I glared up at him.

"Like this." he repeated, putting it back in as I rolled my eyes and walked a few feet away and leaned against my car.

"So, last night huh?" he said with a smirk as my face burned. I didn't know exactly what part he was referring to but I was thankful for the cool breeze which blew against my scorching cheeks.

He did that weird head tilt thing again and scrunched his eyebrows which I hated to admit I found cute. I just leaned against my car with crossed arms and looked ahead trying to avoid eye contact with him at all costs. He put his right hand on my car and leaned his weight towards it.

He was wearing black skinny jeans which is his go to. No tips this time, black converse, and a black long sleeve shirt. He also had on dark sunglasses and was chewing some minty gum loudly. His hair for some reason was wavy with a few loose curls like usual. It wasn't slicked back like it had been last night. To my surprise he was also wearing an olive green thick headband. Messy with his curls.