Part 56 (2/2)
”You, little brother, are doing a mighty fine job of that yourself. When she finds out what you've been doing, pretending you're me, she'll lose her s.h.i.+t. You've no chance.”
”Maybe.”
Nate straightens and steps away from the wall. ”Hang on. Have you screwed her already?”
”No!”
”Tried?”
”No!”
”So you're playing it cool, yeah? She doesn't know you want to get into her uptight panties?”
By now, my heart rate is heading into panic mode. Not only do I like her, but I also respect Fleur and don't want to hurt her. I still have a chance to fix this mess. If I can survive tonight.
”Just. Don't. Talk. To. Her.”
”Fine! Whatever.” He leans forward, nose almost touching mine. ”Just. Tell. Her. The. Truth.”
”I will.”
Nate smirks. ”And can you film what happens when you do?” He saunters back to his evening date.
FLEUR.
I watch the twins and make a mental note. Will: Foo Fighters t-s.h.i.+rt. Nate: Nirvana t-s.h.i.+rt. Nate with girl.
Why did my stomach plunge into the jealous depths when I saw him? Is my ego that big I long for a rock star to l.u.s.t after me while I hold him at arms' length? Because I swear, that's what's been happening, up until the other day.
No, fooling myself is what's been happening. Here he is, rock star Nate, not sweet-talking his way into nerdy girls helping him out. And what about Will? He didn't apologise for what happened last time we met either; in fact, he's said two words to me.
The Campbell brothers in all their arrogant glory.
Jax excuses himself and heads to a different group. Well, one of the band is polite. I swear Anne's going to combust any second and Jake's not far behind. When he makes a snide comment that runs into an argument about her trying to get into Jax Lewis's pants, I zone out.
I need a drink.
Three beers later, plus the one I had earlier, and the evening is more bearable. I pull out my phone and check the time, heading for 1 a.m. Good thing it's a Friday night. The backstage visit turns into a minor party with whispers about going back to the band's house. Jake informs Anne that if she goes, he's going home. The argument starts again.
Jesus, if their relations.h.i.+p is threatened by a man she has no chance of dating, I can't see this lasting.
I agree with Jake though; I have no desire to spend time with these people and wander to a quiet corner so I can call a cab. Screw the cost; I'm too tired to navigate public transport. When I turn to go back, a Campbell twin is blocking my way. Nirvana t-s.h.i.+rt. Nate.
”Hey,” he says with a drunken grin. ”Um. Fleur.”
”Did you just forget my name?”
”No. Fleur.” He says the name so it flows off his tongue. ”Did you like the band?”
”More than I expected to.”
Nate rubs a hand down his face and takes a lingering look along the length of my body before staring at my mouth. His eyes glint as he turns a different kind of smile to me. My heart kicks up a gear.
”Do you want to know a secret?” he whispers.
I wrinkle my nose at the beer on his breath. ”A secret?”
”Yeah.” He chews his lip and studies my face again. ”I want to f.u.c.k you.”
His crude words sting, pulling away the respect I grew for the guy. ”Really?”
”When we're together. In the study group.” He giggles and repeats study group under his breath. ”I want to bend you over the table and f.u.c.k you. Hard.” Nate edges closer. ”And I think you want me too.”
I push him in the chest before he moves too close. ”That's disgusting! And I have never, ever thought of you in that way.”
Especially not now. I had a b.l.o.o.d.y lucky escape the other night when he invited himself into my bedroom.
”Liar. I'll ditch the other chick for you tonight if you want to give me a go. You won't be disappointed. Guaranteed.” I make to walk away. ”Don't go, Fleur!” He grabs my sleeve.
”I thought your brother was bad, but you're a piece of c.r.a.p! How dare you speak to me like this after everything I've done for you!” I snap.
”Just trying to return the favour, don't get your panties in a twist!”
”Favour?”
Nate sweeps his hand down his body. ”You want a piece of me, I'll give you some. I've seen how you look at me.”
”No, I haven't! When?”
”In the study group.” Again the amus.e.m.e.nt at the words study group.
A nearby group whisper and my hot anger is joined by embarra.s.sment. Will emerges from behind them and when he sees Nate his face clouds and he storms over.
”What are you doing?” he asks his brother.
”Just chatting.” Nate winks at me.
”Chatting?”
I cross my arms. ”You going to join in? Offer me a threesome?”
Will's mouth falls open whereas Nate's s.h.i.+t-eating grin grows. ”I knew you were up for it!” he says.
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