SYDNEY PARKER

I do not know when or how I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was practically lying on top of Nate, his arms caging my figure and my head on his chest. (I kind of like this position, don’t tell him I said that). But thing that surprised me was that he hadn’t had a shirt on, though I knew he had this irritating habit when he was in school to sleep with his shirt off, but I didn’t know he still did that, some habits never leave I guess.  I looked up at him, his mouth was slightly open and his hair all ruffled up. He looked much like the cocky and immature jerk I knew right now, yet his face was somehow tense and taut.

My throat was parched, probably from all the crying. So I carefully got up, trying not to wake him and pried his hands away from my body. He shifted his position when I was off the bed and snuggled into the pillow and I made a bee line towards the kitchen.

Filling myself a glass of water, I replayed yesterday’s events. I had almost told him everything, every single freaking thing. Though it kind of fell nice, to get the load off by telling it to someone. Some at least who was trust worthy.

Deep lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed the silhouette of someone standing behind me. I jumped as soon as I saw it and the glass almost fell from my hands.

“Woah! Jumpy in the mornings are you?”

I turned. Nate was standing behind me, naked above the torso with his shorts hanging extremely lowly I may add, with a toothy grin plastered on his face.

“Don’t do anything like that in future,” I mumbled, embarrassed, and I do not know why I added this, “And, put a shirt on, Nate.”

“Why? Can’t control yourself?” he asked, flashing me another of his stupid smirks and trailing his hands from his well defined chest to his delicious (wait a minute, what the fuck am I thinking again?) abs to his ‘V’.

I gulped, trying to look unaffected and muttered, “No, because you are catching cold like that,”

He chuckled at my pathetic excuse and said, “It’s like forty degrees outside,”

I groaned frustratingly and grumbled, “Will you please just put a shirt on?”

Chuckling again, Nate went past me saying in a sing song way, “Okay, okay. FINE! I will put a shirt on, because if I don’t then Sid won’t be able to control herself,”

I threw the kitchen cloth at his retreating back.

***

Nate can cook really good, like the chef like cooking.

I moaned with pleasure as the delicious pancake melted in my mouth. It was absolutely perfect. I quickly filled a few more mouthfuls.

Nate was looking at me with a comical expression, feeling self conscious, I asked, “What?”

He smirked and said, “You still eat like a pig.”

“Shut up,” I grumbled.

“And moan while you eat,” he continued.

“Shut up Nathaniel Williams,” I grumbled, my hands inching towards the whisker.

He held it out of my reach but thankfully shut up.

“I have a question,” I asked him, gulping the water.

“Shoot,” he said, looking at me, balancing his head on his palms, with his elbows on the kitchen counter.

“Where is Natasha?” This question has seriously been nagging me all the time. Isn’t this supposed to be her room too?

“How should I know?” he shrugged, disinterestedly.

“Er… Isn’t she supposed to stay with you or something like that?” I asked confused.

Nate laughed and replied, “You seriously think that I would be letting her annoying voice badgering me all the time?”

“Then where does she stay?”

“Her room is at the end of the corridor, I have like rented this whole corridor so that no one except the hotel staff can know that she isn’t staying with me,” he explained.

I nodded, indicating him for another pancake and said, “Lila is here, you know?”

“She is?” he asked surprised.

I nodded, he slipped the pancake in my plate and grumbled, “Bitch, she didn’t even contact me,”

I chuckled at this, it’s not like Nate really meant a bitch, it’s just how they both talk to each other.

Right on the cue, the room bell rang and Nate went to answer it. I followed him.

And as soon as he opened it, a pair of hands flew to his throat whereas the other looked frantically around, her eyes finally landing on me and breaking into a sigh of relief. Mia ran towards me, in the process, destroying some expensive vases, and hurled me into a hug.

“Oh my god, you are fucking alright!” she whispered, talking to herself and then jerked me out of the hug and scrutinised me, as if checking for any injuries.

I huffed and said, “Mia what the hell?” Looking over to Nate getting strangled by Lila, a murderous expression on her face, I cried, “Oi! Lila leave him!”

She looked at me but didn’t loosen her grip on Nate, I hurried over to them and then ordered her to loosen her hands. She leaved him slowly and deliberately, the murderous and confused expression still not leaving their faces.

“What’s up with you two?” I chided them, as if reprimanding two children for stealing chocolates.

“We asked that Natasha lady where were you,” began Mia, disgusted, “When she was smooching the face of some random teen, absolutely drunk. She said that she hasn’t seen either of you since the start of the charity ball and all that drunken shit and-”

“And then we tried your phone numerous number of times, yet you didn’t pick up so we tried Nate’s and he didn’t pick up either.” Lila cut Mia off.

I remembered and replied thoughtfully, “Yeah, my phone’s charge was zero percent…”

Nate took out his phone and checked it, then turning to both of them with a sheepish smile he replied, “Sorry, I usually turn my phone off at the parties…”

“Wait,” I asked them, “Then why did you ‘attack’ Nate? I mean what did you two assume, that he kidnapped me?” I joked.

They both blushed profusely and looked at anywhere but us. I tutted at them whereas Nate glaring accusingly at Lila said, “And bitch! You were in town and didn’t think to call your best friend even once!”

She looked at him disdainfully and replied, “I don’t think that people who contact their friends once three of four months to talk would be called friends.”

Wow, that was pretty long, especially with Nate. He was the kind of person who will call you at three in the morning (or night, whatever) to ask what is the size of his dick or random questions like that.

Nate muttered a small ‘sorry’ and an awkward silence descended on the room. Not the kind of reunion I was expecting.

Mia broke it, “So, I know this may be a wrong time…” We all looked at her and she gulped and continued with a small smile, “But pizza?”

We all managed to break small smiles and replied, “Sure!”

When Lila was leaving she said enthusiastically, “Oh! And by the way, this is a small kind of a reunion party and at least the whole eleventh and twelfth grade batch will be attending? Wanna go?”

Nate on the phone, gestured a thumbs up.

I replied, “Yep, Mia?”

“Err… Guys I don’t think that…” she discontinued whatever she was planning, probably because of seeing our furious expressions.

“Yeah sure,” she said finally.

It’s about to go down. Really people, it is.