Sierra's POV
(recap from last chapter)
"Well, I heard that you and Ryan Simpson are a thing" I almost choke on my drink. How do people know that already?
"Uh, yeah. He's my boyfriend actually" I reply sheepishly looking up at Nash across the table. His eyes widen ever so slightly, his face laced with an uninterpretable emotion.
Anger? no.. Sadness? maybe... Jealousy? crap.
Does Nash like me?
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Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh please, please no.
"Oh, uh. Th-that's cool I guess" he replies shakily.
No. He can't like me.
A lingering silence overcomes us, this time it is uncomfortable. I am able to feel the tension, and I can't stand it. He is avoiding eye contact with me. That bothers me even more. We finally are on good terms and now what? He can't like me. He just can't. Nash Grier like me? Especially THE Nash Grier. THE famous Nash Grier. I mean, he is just a normal teenager, but he's also famous. He could get any girl he wants.
Also, this is supposed to be a good patch in my life to cover up the bad one that I just went through. Becoming best friends with someone I once hated, and getting a great boyfriend. To cover up moving, and my ex-boyfriend cheating.
Nash finally breaks the silence, "H-how long have you guys been dating?" I feel his eyes burning into me, but I dare not look up.
"A couple days..." I have suddenly becoming very intrigued with the hem of my shirt. He doesn't respond, just sits there. I muster up as much courage as I can to change the subject.
"So, uh. Are you ready for the history test this week?" Really, Sierra? The history test? Nice save...
"Not really. I have no idea what it's about" Nash chuckles lightly. Maybe this won't be as awkward as I thought.
We continue to make small talk and joke around. Avoiding the subject of Ryan. I really hope that I'm just going crazy or something and Nash doesn't like me, because I can't deal with that right now. Anyways, we pay for our food and begin to leave. It's already 3 pm and I still have to get ready for my date with Ryan, which is in a few hours.
We get in to the car and drive home. It is silent at the beginning, but I decide to break the silence.
"Hey Nash" I say, fidgeting with my thumbs in my lap.
"Yeah?" he replies without taking his eyes off the road.
"How are things with you and Natalie?" I reply, trying hard for it to be nonchalantly. I drift my gaze to him, and he grips tighter on the steering wheel.
"Uh, why do you ask?" He makes very brief eye contact with me. I look away as soon as that happens.
"Just curious" I reply looking at my lap again. "Are or were you guys dating?"
"No, we were never dating" he replies firmly. Somehow I don't believe him, even though I know he wouldn't lie to me. Would he?
"Oh, okay" I look out the window and realize we're almost home.
"So, about you and Ryan..." he trails off and stops completely. I look up at him.
"What about us?" I ask curiously.
"Well, Sierra..." He doesn't look at me, just fumbles for words.
"Spit it out, Nash" I say slightly irritated.
"I just want to warn you. Ryan can be a douche and I don't want to see you getting hurt" he says. I just stare ahead of me. Why is he telling me this?
"Nash..." I don't really know what to say. "Why would you say that?"
"Don't get me wrong, Sierra, I'm happy for you" he stutters. He's lying. "But just be careful around him, okay? He has a history..." He stops himself there, which I'm glad about. His sudden 'care' for me is irritating. Who does he think he is? My dad? My brother? My boyfriend? No.
"I think I can take care of myself, Nash" I reply more rudely than I had intended. But I don't care. He doesn't have the right to tell me what to do.
We pull up in front of my house. He looks at me. And the look he gives me tells me that he knows that I'm mad.
"Sierra..." he reaches out to touch my arm, but I yank it away.
"No, Nash. You have no right to say things like that about Ryan, especially to me" I reply harshly and storm to my house. I see briefly as I close the door behind me a confused, bewildered looking Nash left in the car in front of my driveway.
Nash's POV
"Well I heard that you and Ryan Simpson are a thing" I spit out, wincing at the anticipation of her reaction. She seems shocked. Why? Because I know already? Because it's not true?
Hopefully the latter...
"Uh, yeah. He's my boyfriend actually" she replies sheepishly. And in that moment I feel my heart break into a thousand pieces.
A/N: Oh snap, shit's about to go down...
-do you think sierra overreacted?
-what do you think nash's next move will be?
