Closer

07

"Hmm, where are we going?" I hum asking Nathan as the driver continues the drive.

"Somewhere" Nathan simply replies.

China.

Vagina.

"Im bored" I tell Nathan as I look down at Benjamin.

"Hmm" he hums still on his phone.

I frown my eyebrows and remove the hair that is coming in my face because of the wind coming inside the car doe to the window still being opened.

"I hate you" I mutter as I cross my arms across my chest like a child.

So what if I'm a child?

At least I don't have to pay taxes.

Mhm.

"Okay" he replies tapping on his phone.

This time I don't waist anytime, as I practically jump on him, -with my seatbelt still on- before I grab his phone aggressively and put my hand with the phone in it outside of the window.

"Kenzie, give it back" he orders, eyeing his phone then me.

"No" I say as I shake it, my hand still outside the window.

"Kenzie" he warns.

"Not unless you give me something to do" I tell him.

"Fine" he huffs raking his hand through his dark hair.

Very very very pretty hair.

Not prettier than mine tho.

"Just- YOUR HAND" he starts and then yells.

I flench and the phone accidentally falls to the floor and I hear it crushing as another car speeds on it, while Nathan was literally holding my hand inside.

Shit.

Fuck.

Wjuqkdyeiqo.

What have I done?

"You've got to be fucking kidding me" he mutters under his breath, still not letting go of my hand that was outside the window seconds ago.

"I'm- I'm sorry, I'll get you a new one." I promise him as I look down.

"Frick Kenzie" he shakes his head, and I look up at him as he gets back in his seat.

"I will, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry" I keep apologizing as he buries his hands in his hair.

I'm so going broke after this.

I'm not going to buy any food for almost a week.

Am I in hell?

Or is this a nightmare?

"Kenz" Nathan hisses taking me out of my thoughts.

Nobody ever bothered to even make a nickname for me growing up, not even my close ones. And yet here is the guy that I just met few days ago, waisted his money on food, and broke his phone using a nickname on me.

"Are you even listening?" He says taking a hold of my hand as it shivers from what had happened few minutes ago.

"No" I tell him honestly as his hand spread it warmness across my body.

"I was worried about your hand not the phone" he starts. I look up at him, my brow knitted together.

Am I deaf for hearing him say that?