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Another party, drunken people littered the house, rowdy music vibrated through the walls. Swaying slightly from foot to foot, he pushed through a group of people to grab another beer. A music laugh stopped him, silky brown hair swung, burnished highlights mocked his eyes as she walked past him, draped around another guy.
What is Brooke doing with Brett Roberts, he's a senior and a major sleazebag. Nathan moved back from the table of beers and remembered back to what Brooke had said today about finding someone else if he wouldn't oblige her.
Smashing his fast against the wall, anger pumped through his veins, rage hazed his eyes. Following the couple, he watched them go into a room. Moving to go after the, Tim bumped into him. Completely wasted on his feet, he tried to tell Nathan a joke. Pushing past him, Nathan moved to grab the door, Tim stopped him.
"Don't you know who just went in there?" he whispered consiprationally, his eyes wide and amazed.
"Yeah, some guy who's going to take advantage of Brooke." Nathan pushed past Tim. Ripping open the door, he saw Brett with his fingers twisted in Brooke's bra clasp. The haze of scarlet rage threatened to swallow him whole as he watched another man touch what had been only his property before.
"Brooke, what are you doing?" his tone laced with heated anger broke the drunken lustful atmosphere in the room.
"Busy, get out," Brooke wouldn't look at him, her eyes were focused on Brett as he tangled with her bra strap, slowly pulling the bra down her breasts, so they were almost revealed.
"Stop." Nathan cried out, he felt himself move forward without thinking and push Brett away from Brooke.
"Brooke is mine, no one touches her," Nathan stated coldly, looking at Brett who sat on the floor, a bit angry at being pushed by a younger man. But he could recognize the anger in Nathan's eyes and so he backed off and left.
Grabbing his shirt, he shut the door behind in his exit and left the tortured pair to each other.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing," Brooke cursed him, grabbing her shirt, she looked up at him from her kneeling position on the bed.
"Saving you from yourself." Nathan stepped back and waited for Brooke to cover herself.
"How?" drawing a deep breath, she looked up at him. Pulling her shirt over her head, she got up and pushed past Nathan to get to the door.
Nathan grabbed her arm as she passed and pulled her into his arms.
"What are you-" her hoarse shriek was muffled by the intoxicating touch of his lips on hers.
"-doing?" she pushed him away.
"You said that you would find someone else if I wouldn't oblige you without wanting to find out why you're acting like this," Nathan told her.
"Yeah, so you're saying we can be fuck buddies," her tone emphasized the definition of what they would be doing physically with each other.
"If that what it takes for you not to screw any other guy," Nathan looked her straight in the eyes.
"How sacrificial of you?" Brooke mocked him. "What's in it for you?" her tone quavered slightly.
"Nothing, you need to know about, since you don't want to talk about anything, we'll just be friends with benefits," Nathan told her.
"Fine." A flash of hurt flickered through her eyes, before she masked under a falsity of indifference.
Propping a hand on her hip, "Where shall we screw first?" her cherry lips pursed as she pretended to ponder the thought.
"The beach?" Nathan suggested, a dark sadness twisting his heart reflected by the stony glitter in his eyes.
"Sure." Brooke smirked, grabbing his hand, she ran out of the room and down the stairs, Nathan hot on her heels.
