Chapter eight!

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A/N:Firstly, this is dedicated to MonkeyBaby7 because she is an amazing writer and I think you should all know that and go and read her stories because they will not fail to make you smile,laugh, cry and sit on the edge of your seat. Okay, So what do you all think- I really would love some feed back, do you think making Miles out to be a jerk was a good move? And what do you think about Megan and Nathan? How do you want this to pan out? Because honestly, I am trying to please everyone. Okay thankyou for reading guys - Scarlett.

My heart flipped, dipped, and clenched into a heavy knot in my chest. I knew it. I knew Nathan liked her, I attempted to force a smile but I let myself down, it took all my strength not to cry in front of him. My lip started to tremble so I bit down on it, I took a deep breath and smiled,  "Aw...Nath- that is so sweet. Look, I'm going to go right now and sort everything out between us, ah this is so...cute." My happy tone faltered as I spoke, I rose from the bed, a grimace on my face, "So, you are alright with it?" He asked dumbstruck, I nodded, "Mmhmm." was all I could manage to leak from my lips, I opened the door and shut it firmly behind me, then I ran down the landing and down the stairs and into the bathroom. I slammed the door behind me, finally letting myself go, I sunk down against the door, breathing heavy, I few silent sobs rose from my chest as I struggled to fight the tears, he loves her, he loves Megan- not me. What has she got that don't? Looks, okay, shes funny, I fail at humour, shes sexy, I'm just 'cute' or 'adorable'. I want to be the sexy, savvy girl he wants. Nathan has always said he likes cuter girls, but I fail at being cute or he just sees me as his cute little virgin of a best friend who hasn't even dated a guy - unless you count American jerk which I don't. I fail at everything. I nearly lose my virginity to some idiot. I fall in love with my best friend and I fall out with the girl he actually likes. There was a knock on the door, "Who is it?" I ask trying to sound perky, 

"Max...are you alright Ria?" Max replys, I stand up, take a deep breath, wipe my eyes and open the door,

"Of course I am alright-" then I noticed he didn't look to good himself, his eyes were bloodshot and red, I could tell he had been crying, "The question is are you?" I asked looking at him, he sniffed, wiped his eyes and replied in his gruff manly tone, "Yeah, just hay fever.",

"In the middle of autumn?" I ask cocking one eyebrow up, finally!

"I don't want to talk about it." He snapped in reply, ah so something is wrong, I took his hand from his pocket and tugged him down the stairs and out of the back door onto the patio, I pointed to a chair and he sat down, I sat next to him, "What's up Max. It's better out than in." Jeez, I am such a hypocrite,

"Megan." He replied stiffly, Megan, god she is the source to all our worrys, maybe I should just leave her to be a snowman, for that I would need some snow, what about a leaf man...woman..no man, so I can tell Nathan that she has a penis!

"What's she done?" I asked turning to face Max and pushing the images of Nathans face out of my mind,

"Well, I brought her on holiday so we could get to know each other better, and yeah we've been talking and everything but- she seems to be hitting it off with all the other lads as well. I cannot blame her, they are all foxes, but I've liked her for years. The way she smiles, the way she flicks her fringe out of her eyes, the way her laugh sounds. And I don't know what to do anymore." He started getting really emotional when he spoke, his hands clenched into fists, he looked so lost- which is rare for Max. I took one of his hands, I knew exactly how he felt, we were in the same boat- or the same wreckage. 

"Look, I know what you are feeling. I mean, the guy I like isn't excatly hitting it off with all you guys but-", Max looked up, his eyes wide, 

"Which lad do you like?" He asked, shit, shizzle, poo, turd, grapes. Ah man, cover this Ria, I cannot let this out, "What- I didn't say he was in the Un-Wanted."  I laugh, hoping he didn't call my bluff,

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