A/N-I DO NOT OWN THE NAKED BROTHERS BAND!
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Sorry this chapter took so long! I was kind of on writer's block for a little bit but then I figured it out and well... here it is!
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Nat's POV
The next morning, Rosalina walked out of my room and looked almost surprised to see Alex sitting at the kitchen counter. "Morning," I said from the living room.
She didn't respond.
"Sleep well?" I asked, walking up to her.
She shrugged.
"What? Did you give up talking to me already?"
Rosalina sighed and rolled her eyes as she walked towards the door.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second," I said, running after her. I stepped in front of her and stood in front of the door.
"Move," She commanded, not meeting my eye.
"No." I leaned back against the door. "Not until you tell me what I did wrong. I let you sleep in my bed didn't I?"
"You did so thanks." She gave me an annoyed smile. "Now move." Her smile faded as she reached for the doorknob but I stepped in her way again.
"No. What did I do? You're not leaving until you tell me."
"You said you wanted us to keep hating each other, so that's what I'm doing!"
I stood up off the wall and stepped towards her. "Rosalina, c'mon, you and I both know that our reputations would be screwed if anyone found out we were talking to each other."
"So what happened to 'it's just a label' and 'I know who I really am'? Or was that all just an act so you could get me to like you or trust you or something? Huh?"
"Rosalina–"
"No, just stop. Let's just stick to the plan. We'll go back to hating each other like we used to. You'll go back to school on Monday, and sleep with another girl, and I promise none of this ever happened." She moved around me and opened the apartment door. "Goodbye Nat. Thanks for everything." With that, she walked out and slammed the door behind her.
I sighed and leaned against the wall. I slid down to the floor and put my head in my hands. How could I have let this happen? This was what I was trying to avoid! I was trying to distance myself from her so that I wouldn't get attached…but it was too late. The damage was done. I was only thinking about her when I said what I did. I meant what I said; it was almost dangerous if we were friends especially anything more. I could never let anything happen to her. I groaned loudly with frustration.
"Nat?" came a voice from the kitchen. My little brother's head peeked out around the corner. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Alex," I reassured him.
"Are you sure?" He asked, walking over to me. "You don't look fine."
"No," I said, leaning back so his head rested on the wall.
Alex sat next to me. "What's wrong?"
"I really screwed up my relationship with this girl."
"You were dating that girl? I thought you were dating another girl."
"No, I wasn't dating either of them. But I…" I trailed off and sighed. "Never mind, but I still screwed it up. I screwed it up big time and I did what I did because that's what I was trying to avoid."
"Then why don't you just tell her that? Girls like hearing the truth."
"How do you know that?"
"Juanita is usually less mad at me if I tell her the truth," Alex said, referring to his best friend. "And even if I try to lie, she always finds out."
I laughed at my little brother. "Good to know Alex. Thanks for the advice."
~NBB~
Rosalina's POV
The whole weekend I practically locked myself in my room. I was trying to make sense of Nat's reasoning. I was also trying to keep my sanity. Why, all of a sudden, did I care about Nat Wolff? Since when did what he said or did matter to me? I was supposed to hate him. I was supposed to be fine with us going back to hating each other. But how could I hate him? He was so nice to me. Especially at the party how he practically beat up Caleb just to protect me. Why did he do that anyway? Why was he so nice to me in the first place? Why did I enjoy it when we made out? What was going on? So why did Nat want to go back to us hating each other? Why did it matter so much to him? Why was it such a big deal? I spent the whole weekend trying to come up with answers for these questions but couldn't come up with any.
By Monday, I decided just to go on hating Nat. He didn't have a problem with hating me after everything, so why should I? I was walking to my locker and noticed Nat walking to his with his friends in the opposite direction. He must've noticed me too, because he deliberately bumped into me. "Watch where you're going, Tai," He said, glaring at me.
"Nat, dude, what happened to your hand?" The boy I knew as Thomas asked.
"Uh…" I could hear Nat hesitate behind me. "I got into a fight with some guy. He was drunk, and I showed him what happens when he messes with Nat Wolff."
Thomas and the rest of his friends cheered, and patted him on the back, seemingly satisfied with his answer.
I glared at him over my shoulder, but only half-heartedly. I knew what he said, and what I said I would do. But I didn't want to hate him. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to become a closer friend of his.
That day at lunch, I noticed that he was unusually sitting by himself in the cafeteria. I took my lunch and walked over to his empty table and sat down.
He looked surprised. "What are you doing here?" He asked, glaring at me again.
"Cut the act, no one's around," I said harshly.
"What do you want?" He said, softening his expression.
"I think we need to talk."
"There's nothing to talk about. We hate each other, remember?"
"Yeah, but what if I don't want us to hate each other?"
Nat sat silently, staring at me.
"Why can't we just…be friends?"
"I told you why not," He said, turning away from me.
"Nat, please," I begged. "I'll be honest with you. I don't know what it is, but I want to be your friend."
"Gee, thanks," He joked, a small grin showing on his face.
I grinned too. "You know what I mean," I said, scooting closer to him. "I spent the whole weekend trying to figure out why all of a sudden I want to be your friend when, for most of my life, I've wanted anything but that. I'm sorry I was rude to you the other day."
"No," Nat said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. But Rosalina, you've got to believe me. I have my reasons as to why we shouldn't be friends. I'm telling you, it's for the better."
"So what are your reasons?" I begged. "Tell me."
"It doesn't matter what my reasons are. I have them, and they're valid. End of story."
"Nat, c'mon. Just give me one good reason why we can't be friends."
"I told you," He said, looking right at me. "You know too much about me."
"So what is someone going to come after me?"
"Rosalina, stop it," He said. "I'm saying this because it's for your own good. Stay away from me." He got up from the table and stormed away, leaving me in confusion.
…
"Rosalina!"
I groaned at the high pitched voice calling my name. I knew who it was. "What do you want Patrice?"
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Getting stuff out of my locker…?"
"No! I mean talking to Nat! He's mine!"
"Says who?" I asked.
"Um…hello, the most popular girl in the senior class, that's who!"
"Whatever," I said, slamming my locker shut and walking away.
"Mark my words Rosalina! If I ever see you near Nat Wolff again, your reputation will be ruined!"
I just shook my head as I walked out of the school. I walked over to the sidewalk and noticed a familiar figure walking away from the school. I jogged to catch up with him. "Hey."
He didn't look at me. "What did I tell you?"
"Did I ever say I was going to listen?"
"Rosalina, I'm telling you. All you're doing is setting yourself up for trouble. I don't want that for you. Stay. Away. From. Me."
"Why does it matter?"
"Just trust me," He snapped, giving me a look.
We continued walking in silence until Nat looked down at the ground. "Rosalina, maybe you should just go home."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean this part of New York isn't safe and I don't want to be responsible for you if you get hurt."
"You're ridiculous."
"I'm not," He said. "But be careful the sidewalk isn't–"
I wasn't looking where I was doing and tripped on the sidewalk.
Nat looked down at me. "I told you be careful."
A/N-I'm sorry, I'm still working on my endings.
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