She ignores me and steps back to Nate. “Show me your hands.”
“What?” he scoffs as I push her away from him.
“Show me them,” she yells.
Nate groans and holds up his hands for her to see. They’re filthy, but there isn’t a single sign of a fight. Her eyes study his hands as though they hold the secrets to the world. She looks confused and unsure as she takes a few steps backward.
“Now,” I tell her, taking another step to get to the bathroom. I push open the door and look back at her. “If you’re finished interrogating my boyfriend, then leave us the hell alone. Lukas most likely fooled around with the wrong girl and got the shit beat out of him by her boyfriend. Congratulations, Brooke. You sure know how to pick ‘em.”
I walk into the bathroom and Nate follows, closing the door behind him as we hear the sound of Brooke out in the main part of the house before the front door slams closed, telling me she’s most likely gone to visit her pathetic excuse of a boyfriend.
I collapse down onto the side of the bath. How did my day become this awful? I’m supposed to be making things better with Brooke.
Nate starts pulling off his grease stained clothes before he walks over to me. I’m not particularly in the mood to shower right now, not like I was a few minutes ago, but Nate has other plans. He reaches for my pajama top and starts pulling it up over my head. I help him get it off before I stand up and lose my pants.
We step into the warm stream of the shower, barely touching. I look up at him to find his eyes already on mine. “Did you do it?” I question, desperately needing to know.
He shakes his head. “No,” he tells me, reaching out and curling his fingers around my waist before pulling me in. “I had my mind stuck on a different dickhead.”
I nod and rest my head against his chest. “Ok.”
Nate’s fingers find my chin and he lifts until our eyes connect. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs as the water cascades down over our bodies. “I should have handled today different.”
I nod, completely agreeing with him. “Yeah, you should have, but I should have told you before it got to that point. We were both wrong.”
“I want you out of that class.”
“I thought that much,” I tell him. “I’ll do it tomorrow.”
Relief shines through his eyes, but it’s not much. It’s a small win with a massive loss. “How was your test?”
My eyes cut back to his chest as I shake my head. “I didn’t go.”
He lets out a heavy sigh, filled with disappointment, and instead of cursing me out like he usually would, he just takes the soap and starts cleaning off the grease before holding me close. “Come on,” he says as he turns off the taps. “Let me get you some dinner and take you to bed.”
I smile up at him as I let him pull me out of the shower. I’ve never heard of anything so good in my life.
Chapter 12
Out of all the days I’ve suffered through over the past year, today is that day that can go and suck my balls. You know, if I had any. Today has been awful. I mean, I’ve suffered through all sorts of shit. Fire? Check. Excruciating heartache? Check. Broken bone and appendicitis? Check. Not to mention, I’ve stood by and watched my boyfriend flip his car three times before coming to a devastating stop, and with all that, nothing sucks more than today, though, it’s a different kind of suck.
I have spent my whole morning trying to rearrange my schedule at the student office, but with all the classes I’ve been taking. It wasn’t easy. At all. To put it mildly – it fucking sucked. After suffering through that for nearly two hours, I spent the next hour in with my History professor trying to convince him that I deserve a chance to take the test which I skipped out on yesterday, but apparently, after an hour of discussion, I got myself nowhere. A big fat NO.
Some criminal lawyer I’ll make. I can’t even convince an old guy in a suit to give me a second chance. I guess I have no other choice but to take that one on the chin. After all, to him, I’m a nobody. Why should he give a shit about some random girl who had something better to do than turn up to the test that she had plenty of warning about? This one is on me and I deserve it. He at least is going to think about giving me extra credit work to make up for it. You know, if I can somehow prove that I deserve it.