Illegal My Ass

A/N: Thank you to ChloeCullen for the awesome banner! makes me chucke everytime i see it!

So i thought i would do things a little differently and give you the POV for the one, the only, Nate Hastings. Abit of an emotional chapter not going to lie, there needs to be a balance of drama and humour after all!

Anywaay, enjoy and let me know what you think my beautiful people!

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NATE POV

If I wasn’t so angry, I would have laughed at the state of my sister and best friend.

As they climbed into the car, they both looked like they had been hit by a steam train. The bags under both of their eyes were huge, Mia’s hair was standing at all ends and her makeup was smudged around her face making her look like the joker. Drake’s clothes were covered in what I’m assuming are beer stains, and he smelt like a clogged toilet.

They grunted as they closed the doors to the car, clearly too hangover to speak properly. It looked like being out in the sunlight was painful enough; trying to make a sentence would probably cause them physical pain.

So of course, I took advantage of that.

“GOOD NIGHT?!” I yell, breaking all silence in the car and actually making them both jump before they clutched their foreheads and closed their eyes painfully.

“I guess we deserve that…” Drake groans, getting more comfortable in his seat and leaning his head on the window.

“No, what you deserve is for me to kick your ass ‘til next week.” I clear up “You know what I’ve gone through? The thoughts of both of you being dead on a street corner were flashing through my head all night, I’ve had to drive an hour out of my way to pick your drunken asses up and to top it all off I’ve had to deal with Lacey all morning and convince her not to call the police.”

“I am really sorry Nate, there was a free bar and you know the rest.” Mia apologised, thinking that the words ‘free bar’ would make me realise that all of my worrying was for a good cause.

I turn around to the back seat, seeing my 16 year old sister sprawled out on them with her arm over her eyes blocking out the sunlight.

“And you! I went through the night of hell last night even before I realised the both of you had gone AWOL.” I pointed at her accusingly.

I see her scrunch her face with guilt as she knows exactly what I'm referring to.

“So Lacey turned up with Tyler last night then?” she asks knowingly.

“What a good guess Mia!” I reply sarcastically “And so began my night of hell. Not only did she turn up with him, she spent the majority of the night making out with him in the table in front of me, making loud suggestions to him about taking her into the toilets for a bit of private time and then ended the night by throwing pint of beer in my dates face.”

Mia burst out laughing, whipping the arm off of her eyes and looking at me in disbelief “You’re kidding?”

I shook my head “No, I am not. We full on had a Jerry Springer moment in the middle of the bar.” Mia carried on laughing, clearly impressed by her best friend’s behaviour “I’m glad you find this hilarious.”

“Before she threw the beer, what did you do?” Drake suddenly speaks up.

I turn to him, surprised by his input “What?”

He still had his head rested on the window, his eyes closed. He let out a sigh before opening them and turning to me with a knowing expression.

“What did you do after you saw them making out and before she threw the beer?” he asks again, looking at me with his brows raised. I glared at him, hating the fact I've known him for so long and kicking myself for forgetting this dude knows me better than I know myself.

“I punched Tyler in the face.” I finally admit, and Drake nods once as if proving his point, then turns back around and proceeds to fall asleep again.

“You punched him in the face?!” Mia exclaims, sitting up in the backseat. I see her face flinch slightly in pain as she sits up properly.

“Are you okay?” I ask as I see her shifting uncomfortably for a little while.

“Yeah just trying to get comfortable.” She responds dismissively, and I hear Drake breath a small laugh as if he knew something I didn’t “You punched him?”

“Well what was I going to do! The asshole actually went to take her to the toilets at the back!” I quickly defended. Yes, I may have overreacted slightly when I flew out of my seat, grabbed him by the collar and clocked him one in the jaw, but no way in hell was I letting him get his end away with Lacey in a bar I had to work in almost every day. While I was sat in the next room.