Octavia
It's been a month and a half since we started "fake" dating , and honestly I'd be lying if I said that wasn't the best month in my fucking life , turns out Nash is the funniest person , not after me but hey , he's still funny.
I look at my reflection in the mirror , my eyes light up with a spark that wasn't there before , my face is shining , my hair in a messy bun because honestly I have no time to do it , "YOU ARE LATE." A yell comes from behind the door startling me , "okay okay , coming just hold on." I say , fixing the necklace on my neck , Nash asked about It a few times but honestly I couldn't bring myself to tell him.
I smiled at the meaning behind it , happy memories flooding my brain before I pushed them away , I put on my shoes and open the door , to find a grinning Layla standing right in front of it "I'd have hit you." I say my eyes widening a little , "no." She says bored.
Then she claps her hand "now come on let's go, I'm so excited I haven't been to one of those in like...months." She says jumping a little like an adorable kid , Layla in fact did quit her modeling career two days after she broke down right in front of me and since then she's become so happier.
We've grown up to be friends in a short period of time and honestly it's so hard not to love her , she has a laugh that could make a depressed person smile , she also looks a bit healthier than before , she eats more , not the best but I know it takes baby steps to succeed , and the best thing is that she's trying.
"Yeah come on, no hold on I'll grab my phone just go before me and I'll come." I say and she huffs but doesn't argue when she leaves , I search for my phone in the room , then finally I find it in my drawer , my drawer? I never put my phone there for god's sake , maybe I did put it.
I unlock the phone to call Adrian when a message makes my hand pause midway, an unknown number ,no not again.
Unknown : you look gorgeous in your last Instagram picture.
I immediately release a breath , okay so it's just a fan like the ones I normally get, another message pops.
Unknown: you also look pretty in those trainers you're wearing right now huh?
Oh my god , I feel like I can't breathe.
I storm out of the room without another thought before I'm met with one of my brothers , Brendan.
I release a breath thankful that it isn't Xander, he stares at me for a moment before breaking the eye contact and passing by me, okay am I surprised? No
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"GOO, NASH!" Layla screams beside me as he scores , the crowd goes wild , some scream his name , some scream his number , "YESSS!!" People scream beside me and I can't help but smile as I watch him ,some of his teammates jump on him celebrating and he laughs.
He's been getting better and better for the past month , people started cheering on him again , every place we go somehow someone manages to post a picture of us , at first I thought it was pretty creepy , but to be honest I got used to it , I got used to being with him.
He somehow manages to find my eyes in the crowd and gives me a big grin of his , I wave at him just to make sure he isn't watching someone else , and he waves back earning some cheers from the crowd , and a whistle from his sister , he laughs and shakes his head before running back to his position.
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After Nash finished his match and we all had lunch together , Layla decided she'd leave us together because every "couple" needed time alone , only if she knew but Nash insisted that he was going to drive her because it was late, so here we are sitting in their living room watching a horror movie.
"Can we just-put on another fucking movie ?" Layla huffs turning her face away from the tv, "yes,please." Nash agrees looking like a scared kid , I roll my eyes and turn off the tv , "thank god." Nash mutters as Layla releases a breath , I laugh but then put my hand on my mouth when they both glare at me.
"You bite into your ice cream and laugh while watching a horror movie , yes I'm dating psycho." Nash says while narrowing his eyes and I can't help but laugh, Layla's phone rings distracting us , when Nash's eyes see whoever is dialing her , his features harden , jaw ticking and teeth grinding but he doesn't say anything.
Layla excuses herself and leaves the two of us alone again , "is something wrong?" I ask him quietly , he inhales a deep breath then run his tongue across his teeth "it's just her goddamn agent." He says on a breath , "she won't convince her to work with her again, right?" I ask worried.
He drops his hands then run one across his face , "I just-I don't know , I don't want this fucking woman to make her feel bad for quitting, that's the best thing she's ever done , I've never seen her this happy." He says his sentence ending on a whisper , worry quoting his features.
"It'll be okay." I tell him softly running my hand across his then I slowly climb on his lap feeling his sharp intake of breath, I pull him by his shirt and our lips collide , he brings his hand up to caress my cheek then tucks a strand of my hair behind my ears.
He looks up at me breathing heavy "what was that for?" He asks staring at my lips then glancing at me , "practice." I whisper and a smile breaks on his face, "practice then." He says before pulling me in for another kiss.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry." Layla says sounding flushed before she run away back to the kitchen , I laugh before rolling off his lap and he lets out a groan , "hold on , what's this? I never saw it before." He asks motioning at the tattoo on my hip-bone that's showing from my sweatpants , "I'll tell you later." I smile at him, "come here, Layla." Nash yells over his shoulder.
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"So we're in the "later" now tell me what that means." He motions at the tattoo again seeming furious while he tries to read the word over and over again "what the hell is that language,Octavia?" He asks his eyes wide like he's amazed , "Arabic." I say and his brows shoot up "what does it mean??" He asks, "an eye for an eye." I tell him.
"Uh hell , that sounds-scary." He says then stay silent for a while , "what are you thinking?" I ask genuinely curious, "I'm going to tell you something but hey-don't be mad." He says raising a finger in my direction , i nod slowly , "when I first noticed that necklace of yours." He says motioning at my neck making my heartbeat go faster and faster.
"I was so shocked-more like? Um I don't know jealous-but I decided to ask your father about it because every time I hinted about it , you just pushed me away." He says earning nothing from me in return because I'm stunned , "I respected your privacy and that you didn't want to tell me , but it was just-too much Octavia , I wanted-needed to know...." He stays silent for a beat "so I went and asked your father about it , sure he'd know what his relationship with you." He motions at Christopher's name then clears his throat before continuing.
"He said it was your fourth brother , I didn't know you had a fourth brother in the first place , so I was shocked but when he said he lives abroad and that he was your favorite, it all made sense , I don't know why I'm saying this , I could've just waited till you tell me , but I'm no liar." He says and I still , my whole body freezing , unable to move a muscle.
I don't know what I'm feeling the most right now , the blood boiling through my veins from how mad I am , or the loud clear breaking sound of my heart, I laugh bitterly then face him "you say you respect my privacy but then go and ask my father about things that I obviously don't want you to know about? At least not..yet" I ask sounding every bit mad , the same madness I'm feeling at the moment.
His brows furrow like he's confused "I'm sorry , I-I knew you were gonna be mad but I'm-" he says before attempting to grab my hand but I slap it away , "why are you so mad? It's not even that big of a deal and I'm talking about your brother , why would you not want me to know about that?" He asks making a face.
I laugh again ignoring the pain that's soothing through my body , "because I don't even know why my dad lied , Nash , but I'd love to surprise you and tell you that my brother-my favorite brother isn't living abroad or anything , he actually-Chris died five years ago." I say my voice breaking at the end and my knees giving out as I drop to the couch again.
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