Free A Real Disaster by Molly Ryan Page B

of
course.”
    I paused for a minute, thinking about
it. Nash made my heart flutter and my stomach tighten. Whenever I was near him
I couldn’t think straight and when I wasn’t near him I was thinking about him,
    “I don’t know. It doesn’t matter,” I
whispered.
    “Why doesn’t it matter. ”
    “Because Nash will never like me back. He
didn’t tell me that but I know that he doesn’t want to be tied down. He doesn’t
want any commitments. And anyway, he’s still head over heels in love with
Turner’s sister.”
    “Wow,” Sabrina said.
    “I guess.”

 
    She didn’t say anymore and didn’t have
to. Letting myself relax for the first time in a few days, I lay on my bed and
closed my eyes.

 
    *           *           *

 
    After one of my afternoon classes I sat on
the bench outside the building. I was looking over notes for my upcoming test
and a bunch of students came rushing out of the building. Obviously, another
class just got over.
    Nash and another girl walked out
together and she had her arm wrapped around him. They stopped in front of the
steps of the building and she kissed him once on the lips before he began
kissing her back. They were fully making out in front of everyone. I couldn't
believe it.
    He was so angry that I had to leave his
house and that I was going to talk to Turner. Now, he already had found another
girl.
    He wanted to kiss me yet he was already
kissing another girl?
    I knew it was a good thing that I didn't
give in to him. That would have been a huge mistake.
    When they finally stopped kissing she
started walking away from him. He turned towards me and began walking my way. I
looked back down at my notes hoping that he didn't see me staring at them or
even sitting on the bench.
    “Hey,” Nash said as he sat next to me on
a bench.
    Shit.
    My body tensed and I moved away from
him, trying to put distance between us. I looked up at Nash to see that he was
frowning.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked me. “You’re not
acting like yourself.”
    “Because you know me so well,” I
muttered. “Oh that’s right, you don’t.”
    “What does that mean?” Nash asked. “Why
are you so sour today?”
    “Am I supposed to be sunshine and roses
all the time? Is that how you like me?”
    “Jesus! What the fuck is your problem?”
    “You! You're already
kissing another girl after we hung out at your place just the other day. You
tried to kiss me Nash…”
    “And you didn't let me! So why is it
such a big fucking deal that I'm kissing another girl?”
    “Because!”
    “Whatever. You don't want me to kiss you
but you don't want me to kiss other girls. You're fucking confusing!”
    I have to admit, I kind of was. But I
cannot help all the things that go on in my mind. Just because I didn't want to
kiss him though didn't mean that I was not interested in him. Obviously, that
means something different to Nash. I should have known since so many girls
loved his band, loved him.
    Nash shot up off the bench, nearly
kicking me in the process. He bunched the napkin up in a ball and threw it
behind us.
    “Fuck! What is with you? I didn’t think
that you were going to get all clingy like this! Damn, you sound like a fucking
shrew-ass wife!”
      “Well you know something, Nash? You can go
fuck yourself!”
    “Maybe I will,” he countered. “At least
I wouldn’t have anyone clingy up my ass.”
    Nash strode away and didn’t look back,
anger emitting from his body. Only when he was around the corner did I let the
tears trickle out of my eyes and down my cheeks. The tears were burning nearly
the whole time.
    How could I be so stupid? How could I
have not seen Nash for what he was? Turner warned me… He warned me! I should
have listened to Turner. I should have kept Nash away; far, far away. If I had
just trusted my instinct to begin with then this wouldn’t have happened. I knew
Nash was trouble from the moment he leered at me the night of the concert.Oh why