"Fuck," I shouted, slamming my fist into my locker.

Nate was an obsession. An unhealthy obsession and the thought that he could be with Maddy was driving me fucking bat shit crazy. Fuck. I grabbed my clothes out of my locker and put back on my jeans and hoodie. I slammed the locker door shut loudly with my gym bad inside for tomorrow. And made my way out the nearest exit to my car. I walked through the parking lot, fuming and boiling with anger and rage. I wanted to break shit. I wanted to scream and I most definitely wanted to fuck Nate, but because I'm a dumbass. That's sure not to be happening anytime soon.

I pressed the unlock button on my key fob and jumped into my 05' black grand am. It wasn't anything fancy or expensive but she was still my baby. And the sound system made up for what she was lacking in speed and appearance. I messed around with my phone, trying to find a song to play for the dreadful ride home. I ended up choosing the newest Chase Atlantic album, and let the music I was quite fond of consume me.

The ride home was boring and felt like it took forever. I pulled into the rock driveway, putting my car in park and unplugged my phone from the aux cord. I got out of my car preparing myself for what lecture my mother has already planned. My attention was averted by a large white truck pulling up across the street. You have got to be freaking kidding me. Maddy stepped out of the truck and strode happily to her front door. Nate shouted something that I couldn't quite hear. But Maddy smiled and went inside of her house. What are the chances that I live across the street from Maddy Perez? Literally, Fuck my life. Shit. He's looking over at me.

"Lily?" Nate questioned, rolling down his window.

"Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse," I replied in annoyance.

"I was only driving her home. I didn't realize you guys were neighbors."

"I didn't either," I muttered.

"Can we talk?" Nate pleaded. His eyes lingering on me.

Yes. Of course, we can talk that would help everything. We could make sense of this. And maybe make it work.

"No," I replied flatly.

Fuck. I hate myself sometimes.

"God. Stop being so damn stubborn and get in the fucking truck."

"Fine," I groaned, crossing my arms over my chest like a child.

I sat down in the passenger seat of Nates truck, my arms still crossed over my chest as I pouted. The way my mood changed so drastically every second even was starting to piss me off.

"I want to show you something, but first are you hungry?" Nate spoke in a soft tone, his eyes watching the road.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I questioned suspiciously. I mean I had been a bitch to him all day, and that hit probably still hurt.

"You're refreshing. No one ever speaks their minds to me, and just always does their best to keep me happy. But you don't give a shit. You're cocky and confident. And well I like it." Nate replied generously, a smile pulling at his full lips.

"Then food would be nice, I'm starving," I admitted, dangerously craving a cheeseburger.

After eating from one of the fast-food restaurants that littered our area, we were now on a winding dirt road that supposedly led to a surprise that Nate was eager to show me.

"We are almost there," Nate said, looking over at me with his usual smile that made my heart melt.

"Is this one of those cliches you're going to murder me in the woods moments?" I teased, running my fingers through my golden locks.

"The only time you'll ever be screaming bloody murder is when I burrow my cock inside you," Nate said gruffly, a cheeky smirk on his lips.

My lips pressed into an o shape, shocked by his crude words. My cheeks heated at the thought of him touching me in that way again. His performance the night we met constantly lingered in the back of my mind. If his cock is nearly as good as his fingers, there is no doubt that I'd more than definitely be screaming bloody murder for more.

"It's a damn shame," I muttered, smiling mischievously.

"What is?" Nate questioned looking over at me with a raised brow.

"That you'll never get know what it feels like to have my lips wrapped around your cock," I replied swiftly, watching Nate's reaction. But he was more than guaranteed to feel that, and more.

"We'll see about that," Nate challenged, pulling the center console up to create a benched seat.

"Make me," I teased, sticking out my tongue like a child.

As if he was trusting me anywhere near his cock and balls after this afternoon display of affection.

"I don't have to make you. It's all your choice. But I can promise. It will be rewarded heavily," Nate spoke in a seductively gruff tone, smiling at me.

I smiled back, agreeing in my head that it was something I wanted to do or I wouldn't have made the comment. But yet it was something I'd enjoy doing for him. I watched his cock twitch now bulging at his jeans. We were both already incredibly turned on, the only step was to enjoy the sexual acts together.

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A/n- sorry for the lack of updates lately, just been having a lot of family stuff going on this summer. I'll edit this chapter once I can get to a computer so bare with me. And the next chapter will be posted by the end of the day 🤗 xoxo