Strings (1 of 2)

Chapter 18 - Go Then

When I go back inside the back door I don't see Nathan or the chicken, but I hear a rustling noise upstairs.

I walk up the stairs and see Nathan pulling on his shirt, fully dressed now, no longer in the swim trunks I gave him.

"What's going on?" I ask hesitantly, standing in the doorway of my room holding the towel wrapped around me.

Nathan rolls his eyes, huffing, and shrugs his leather jacket onto his shoulders. When he points toward my wall of polaroids, I instantly understand what is happening,

"That's the fucker who was here, isn't it?" he asks, almost sounding uninterested but his eyes are blazing at me with rage that gives his annoyance away.

I gulp. "Don't call him that. And like I said, he's an old friend. It doesn't matter." I say as I fold my arms in front of my chest.

"Look. If you want to go chase after puppy dog eyes then do it. I don't care. I know our rules." he barks at me coldly.

"Is that why you're leaving? Because you think I want to go after him?" I ask confused and slightly hurt by his harsh tone. 

I don't understand why he would be mad at me. I did nothing. I didn't answer Dean's call last night. I didn't invite him over. I didn't let him stay. What did I do?

"I'm leaving because I have shit to do." he says avoiding my eyes while he grabs his keys off my nightstand.

Is this a joke? Now he is starting to piss me off.

"Are you kidding me right now?" my voice close to yelling as I fling my arms up, exasperated. "We were having a great time. I thought we were about to have lunch."

"Things change." he replies meeting my eyes. Last night I saw so much emotion in those hazel eyes and now all that is there is a wall, guarding his thoughts from mine. Detaching and distancing himself over the pettiest of things.

I've had enough of Mr. Mood Swings. 

"Great. Go then." I say coldly matching his tone. I step out of the door frame so he can pass and move towards the other end of the room.

When he walks into the hallway I feel a small tug on my chest. He's actually going to go...

But the hurt is quickly turned back into anger when he speaks again.

"I'll call you this week or something." he mutters noncommittally.

So I should just sit and wait for my phone to ring to go sleep with him? Fuck off!

"Don't bother!" I yell and look out my window so I don't have to see his annoying face.

"Fine." he yells and practically runs down the stairs.

"Fine!" I scream to get the final word in. 

I hear the front door slam closed and a minute later his motorcycle's engine comes to life distantly.

"UGHHH!" I scream at the wall, completely frustrated and fed up.

I sigh and run my hands down my tired face. That escalated quickly... but he shouldn't expect me to just take his shit. He wants to be jealous for no reason? That's on him. I won't hold my breath for his call.

I lay down on my bed and my head hits the pillow just as my phone buzzes on the nightstand. It must have turned on when I plugged it in to charge it. 

I groan and reach for it, unplugging it and bringing it close to my face.

A text from my mother... fantastic.

'Hi honey. Can you be home for dinner Thursday night?'

'Okay. Is it a special occasion?' I reply and watch the dots on the screen as she types her reply.

'Dean and his girlfriend are coming for dinner to celebrate the business partnership with your father.'

I throw my phone across the bed and bury my head under the covers.

I huff and roll my eyes. That's exactly what I need right now, mother. Great. Thank you.

Author's Note:

Short little chapter to move the story along, sorry! But on the bright side I will be posting Chapter 19 very soon so stay tuned for the dinner! It will surely be interesting... and dramatic.

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