Hey guys! I know it took a while for me to post this and I'm sorry, I'll try not to take so long. So a lot of you liked how this story is in Nick's point of view and just so you know, the first few chapters are me just kind of experimenting with how the story should be written and who to keep or take out of the story and such...so just for a heads up I'll probably keep the story in Nick's point of view but these first few chapters will switch around from multiple point of views. Anyway, here's chapter two (still setting the plot), I hope you like it! :)
Chapter 2
Nick gulped the last of his shot making a face as the liquid burned his throat. The female sitting on his lap was noticeably getting quite heavy causing his thighs to cramp up. He realized for some odd reason he couldn't remember her name, although he had been meeting up with her at that club for quite some time; she was seriously like medicine to him, whenever he didn't feel like dealing with his crappy life, he went to her and she always managed to make him feel better, for a while, until he'd get home and the cycle would begin once again. Although she was as hot as they get, with long light brown wavy hair that went about halfway down her back, beautiful piercing hazel eyes, a smile to die for, and she was wearing a short black skin tight dress that complimented her perfect figure, all this was not enough to prevent him from feeling extremely annoyed with the way she was clinging on to him at the moment.
"hey," he said looking at her as she shifted in his lap to look at him "I should go"
She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout "aw, so soon?" she asked, only causing his annoyance to increase.
"Yeah well..." he wanted to push her off but decided to go with his better judgment.
"Okay fine but first..." before he could react, the girl pressed her lips to his and before long that relatively small gesture had turned into a full on make out session. The minute she realized she was getting a reaction from him she repositioned herself in his lap so that she had each of her legs on either side of him, straddling him.
Nick's longing to get out of there had quickly vanished as soon as the girl had placed her soft lips on his and soon enough his hands were traveling up her leg, stopping at the hem of her dress and sliding right back down (a/n: bts just came on 3).
The pair jumped apart alarmed by Nick's phone ringing from his jeans pocket. "Sorry, I should probably take this." She didn't give him time to even finish his sentence before she walked off with obvious annoyance written all over her face.
"Until next time" he called after her with a chuckle. His grin quickly vanished after looking at the caller ID. It was his mom. He automatically pressed ignore and shoved his phone in his back pocket and stalked off out of the club.
"Do I always have something on my face or do you just have a starring problem?" Nick couldn't believe the girl had actually walked up to his desk and asked him that. Of course he knew she had noticed him starring considering he had not be able to detach his eyes from her for about a week or so. What shocked him was that she actually had the guts to walk up to him and challenge him, unlike everyone else in school who just assumed that he was 'an ass' just because he had opinions which he tended to express whenever he felt necessary. He had to admit, that was kinda hot.
"What makes you think I was looking at you?" he retorted his coy side kicking in. "How do you know I wasn't looking at the girl behind you?"
"Oh 'cause that girl is always behind me, right?" she challenged.
"Are you really that self-centered to think that I'm always staring at you?"
"Hey I just want to know why you're always staring at me because to tell you the truth, I'd sleep a lot better at night knowing that I don't have a stalker watching me from my bedroom window." She was trying extremely hard to hide her smirk but failing miserably.
"That's funny because I've been having the same thoughts late at night"
"what're you trying to say Gray?"
"I rest my case." he said leaning back in his chair.
She looked at him with a confused expression, "wait, what?"
She was interrupted by the teacher walking into the classroom and saying, "Okay, everyone in their assigned seats please."
Miley returned to her seat wondering how the situation she had put herself in had turned out way differently than she had planned. She had gone over to Nick's desk hoping to maybe see him blush a bit but he had completely dodged her accusations and turned it all on her somehow. She had always been the kind of girl to be in charge when it came to those kinds of situations but it appeared she had met her match and she had to admit, that kind of excited her; he gave her a challenge and she liked that.
"Hey, Nick right?" Miley asked trying to catch up to him
Nick looked sideways at her, then faced forward once again, not replying to her but also not necessarily ignoring her either.
"I'm sitting at your table for lunch again so I'll walk with you over there, 'kay?"
He glanced at her once more and once again returned his gaze in front of him.
"You don't talk much do you?" She asked, looking at him as though he were a foreign creature.
"Oh I talk," he said in his very monotonic manner, "just not when it's unnecessary unlike most people."
She nodded, "I can respect that" she replied getting an eyebrow raise from him in return. "What?" She asked, noticing his expression.
"Nothing." Her reaction to his confession was very...different, unlike everyone else who had responded with saying things such as "why?" or "that's weird".
"Hey guys" came Demi's usual cheerful voice, "I see you guys are acquainted already." She smiled.
"Yeah I decided I should sit with you guys again." Miley said sitting next to Nick who had already taken a seat across from Demi.
Demi gave Miley a concerned look, "you okay Miley? Do you maybe want to talk? I'm a great listener." She gave her a sincere smile.
"I'm fine, it's just Liam again, don't worry about it."
"Uh oh, what'd he do this time?"
"It's nothing." Her voice cracked a little and she quickly looked to the side as an attempt to avoid eye contact as soon as she felt some tears begin to form in her eyes. 'he's just a dumbass"
"Wanna talk about it?" Demi asked sincerely concerned.
"There really isn't anything left to say," she said, looking at her hands on the table, "we broke up" she said feeling a giant lump in her throat. As she looked up at Demi she noticed that all eyes at the table were on her. As much as she wanted to get up and run out of the cafeteria, she knew it'd be a lot less dramatic to just stay strong and stay put.
As Demi went around the table to comfort her friend, everyone else returned to their conversations. Everyone except Nick of course. He was trying to catch up with everything he had just heard and trying to control the feelings he was getting at the moment. First of all, his body was tingly from her arm periodically brushing against his, that, at least he could control, what he couldn't handle was the urge to just grab her and have his way with her, I mean he was only a man. She was so close to him he could have counted every single one of the cute little freckles on her face. He also wanted to beat the crap out of that Liam guy that was evidently the cause of her tears, he felt way to protective of her for his own comfort; he wasn't supposed to feel this way, it was supposed to be him, AND ONLY HIM, against the world.
"There you go staring at me again." When had she stopped crying anyway? "Oh wait, or were you looking at the girl behind me again?" she smirked.
"Maybe I just think you're so gorgeous." That would shut her up.
"I know that, I was just trying to get you to admit it." That got a smile out of him.
"Flirting already? Wow you kids move fast" Joe said and everyone laughed except Nick who did not want anyone, especially Miley, to think he was flirting.
Miley looked at him, "why are you always so serious? Loosen up a bit man." She said shaking him by the shoulder.
"Why do you ask so many questions?" He snapped.
"Well then, never mind." She said as she turned to Demi and rolled her eyes at his rudeness.
Nick was relieved to hear the bell ring considering he was becoming very annoyed with everyone and everything again, but unlike the previous day, he knew he couldn't escape from it all; he had to go to those last two classes sooner or later, and he didn't feel like hearing all his dad's shitty lectures anymore.
Entering his last class, the first face Nick saw was Miley's, which made his own face light up for half a second before he realized and regained his composure.
Miley saw Nick enter the classroom and gestured for him to join her. Surprisingly, he obliged and made his way over to where she was.
"You have this class? How come you weren't here yesterday?" She asked curiously.
He sighed as he took the seat next to her, "here we go with the questions again."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I forgot about your issue with being questioned."
"How's class so far?" Nick asked attempting to start a conversation which was completely new to him; he never usually tried at all.
"We didn't really do anything yesterday; all the teacher did was explain how the class is expected to run and blah blah blah..." Suddenly her face lit up as something, or rather someone from the front of the classroom captured her attention.
Nick lifted his head up and saw a tall, tan, broad-shouldered guy entering the room. He had short dark hair, a pretty decent looking face, and some piercing blue eyes. He dressed very casually; he had on a pair of dark denim jeans, a white t-shirt, topped off with a gray hoodie, which seemed pretty ridiculous to Nick considering it was just about 97 degrees out, and he also wore some black vans, the same exact ones Nick and just about every other student in school was wearing.
"Well, I guess it's now or never." Miley muttered and right away, Nick realized the guy must have been Liam, also known as, the 'dumbass' that Miley had been seeing.
Nick, jumping on impulse, grabbed miley's hand to stop her from going any further. "Stay." he commanded.
She gave him a look, "Nick, I have to end things right, this weirdness between me and him is just not going to cut it for me."
"Sit down." He tugged at her hand, "if he's a man, HE will come to you, not the other way around" he looked over at Liam, who was surrounded by a group of about five girls. "Be honest, does he look like he cares?"
She looked at him and sighed heavily, and then she shook her head no. "Sit." Nick said again, this time in a soothing voice that made her melt internally; how can she refuse that voice?
Miley sat back down but Nick held on to her hand. His head was telling him to let go and stop leading her on, but his heart told him to screw it because he was only fooling himself.
Miley looked down at her and Nick's hands on the desk, with Nick's caressing hers, then she looked up at him and he had his eyes glued to hers almost as though he was waiting for a reaction. She gave no reaction so he proceeded by taking his other hand, 'examining' hers finger by finger, starting with the index finger.
"What are you doing?" She questioned after a while; things were becoming a bit awkward for her.
He looked at her, "You have the softest hands, has anyone ever told you that?"
'What is wrong with you? One minute you'll totally hate me, the next you act as if we're freaking married!"
He responded with a little smirk, "I like to keep you on your toes." he winked at her.
She felt her face getting warmer by the second; she knew her face probably looked like a tomato which only made matters worse.
He leaned closer to her whispering, "Miley, you're blushing hun."
She narrowed her eyes at him as she felt her face practically turning purple from blushing
And with that, he chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Don't murder me, I PROMISE it'll get longer! :) && If you'd like to make me smile and write the next chapter in an ecstatic mood, REVIEW s'il vous plait!
