She's With The Band

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

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Aubrey's Point of View:

"Nate!" I shouted with raised brows. "What the hell was that?"

I then continued to yell at him constantly while he got into the car and attempted to put in the key. He struggled for a few seconds while ignoring my questions and frantic self.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..." He muttered under his breath, lips curling up and revealing his white teeth and bright pink gums as he hastily tried to shove the key in.

No answer.

"Nate!" I shouted again, shaking his shoulder lightly.

"Fuck Aubrey what?" He groaned annoyed as he was searching for something in the car.

He seemed stressed out, he was sweating lightly and his pale cheeks were flushed red. He had lost his tan already which isn't that surprising since we haven't gotten the chance to be out in the sun very much since then. His eyes searched the car as he kept shifting around in his seat looking for something. He finally stopped squirming, and stuck the key in to start the engine hard.

He lifted his hands up in surprise once the engine had started. He let out an light breath and a soft relieved smile broke out onto his face. I watched as he blinked a few times in surprise, totally forgetting I was in the car. When he went to start the car, I stopped him, placing my hand on his forearm.

"You just shot that guy in the leg! What just happened?" I asked pointing back to the two guys.

My heart was pounding out of my chest. Nate looked at me in slight amusement before cocking an eyebrow and placing his hand on the shift stick.

"Why are you laughing at me! This is serious, I just witnessed a crime!" I exclaimed while he smirked and unwrapped a lollipop that he had taken out of his pocket.

"And your car your car! Do you realize what you just did! What just happened I don't understand why you're not-"

He cut me off by pressing his soft lips to mine. He kissed me, again. He had just successfully ended my rambling by quite literally kissing me, AGAIN. He pulled away first even though I didn't let myself get into it. He the started to focus on starting up the car again, maximising the utter embarrassment I was feeling again because he had kissed me and he didn't even care that he did so.

I swallowed and stared forwards, bringing up the back of my hand to wipe my now wet lips. I didn't want to see the smug cocky grin on his lips and I didn't want him to see the hurt vulnerable look in my eyes. I hate that he's making me feel all these things for him when he's just a terrible human being. My gut is telling me to stay away from him, he's no good. Yet my heart is falling for him and I can't have that happening.

The warm air was no help to the red hot flush on my cheeks. I couldn't look at him, I- I can't look at him. I'm too embarrassed that I'm feeling all these things for him, and he feels absolutely nothing for me. All I am to him is a joke, and I don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing my heart eyes at him. I'm not some dumb girl fawning over this singer with a celebrity crush- I- I'm not.

He began to drive forwards, the unfamiliar car driving over the bumpy road as I glanced back at the guys on the floor in pain. Clutching to their bloody legs. I swallowed and stared forwards, feeling incredibly sick to my stomach as I started bouncing my knee up and down.

I caught a quick glimpse of his expression in the mirror. His pink lips were curled into a smirk, the white stick was sticking out between them. I couldn't see his eyes behind his dark shades, but it was obvious that he was ever so amused. I have to say something.