IMESSAGES | NATE MALOLEY {COMPLETE}

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as the doorbell rang i knew it was nate, so i didn't bother peeping through the peep hole.

"nate," i open up the big wooden door to see a fresh faced boy with chipotle in his right hand as his lips curled.

"jen."

i let him past me inside my house, taking the chipotle bag out of his grip, closing the front door as i greedily run into the living room.

nate followed behind me.

i plop down onto the big brown couch as nate wasn't too far from me.

this wasn't his first time being at my house. before him lying and being a creep with IMESSAGE and all, we use to hang out with the other boys and my friend, rosa.

taking out my bowl and a plastic fork, i begin to eat.

we bother not to speak as i was just moaning how good the fucking food was.

"so, what do you want our topic to be?" nate breaks the silence, huffing out as he puts his phone back into his front pocket.

"oh shit, yeah."

"let's let it be about...honesty?" he looks at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"uh, i mean," i shrug, "hey if you really want to, knock yourself out."

"it's our project, jen," nate corrects me.

"oh yeah, whatever."

what was nate trying to imply?