"You come over unannounced, dressed up like you're somethin' else. Where you are and where it's at, you see you're making me laugh out when you strike your pose. Take off all your preppy clothes. You know you're not fooling anyone."

Song: 'Complicated' by Avril Lavigne.

♡♡

♡Chelsy♡

A few hours past and night fell. Nathan had been oddly quiet and well-behaved the whole time.

I massaged my neck and closed my textbook, then got up and pushed my room door open.

I walked down to the second stairs and bent my head to see what was happening in the living room.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at the sight of Nathan making out with some girl on my mother's couch.

The nerve! (It's not jealousy).

This guy kissed three girls in one day!

Who does that?!

Nathan does.

I hissed and turned away to return inside, deciding to mind my own business. However almost immediately a thought hit me. That was my mother's couch and I couldn't get saliva and semen all over it.

With that thought as my defense, I made my way downstairs where the two were still just kissing away that they hadn't noticed me.

I patted Nathan's shoulder lightly but he still did not feel or realize a thing. I resorted to a loud enough clear throat. "E-hem."

They broke their kiss and met my gaze.

"Oh Princess, you okay?" Nathan asked, lipstick stain plastered across his cheeks as he sat upright.

The girl looked a bit annoyed, and then I noticed that she lived a few blocks away from us but we had never spoken once.

I hissed. "Yeah but that's my mother's couch take the kissing elsewhere."

The girl eyed me up and down, obviously upset that I had interrupted her 'almost' moment of getting laid. "Who's this?"

"Oh, you don't need to know," I answered as soon as Nathan's mouth opened to respond. He snapped it shut and scratched his forehead nonchalantly.

"Trust me. He's a player so go home before your heart breaks," I finished, noticing how his lips formed a smile as if what I said was a compliment.

The girl looked aggravated as she looked from me to Nathan who didn't even plead his case. She got up and made her way out, not saying anything else, and slammed the door shut behind her.

Nathan looked amused as he gazed up at me, his arms laid casually over the back of the couch in a lazy position.

I frowned. "Don't your lips hurt? I mean three girls in one day?"

He cocked his head to the side, staring at me cockily. "Jealous?"

I made a face. "What?"

I heard him but pretended not to.

Avoiding the question, he stood up and stretched tiredly, cracking his muscles as he did. "Anyway, Thank you for that, she was getting boring anyway and I didn't know how to tell her to leave."

"You jerk." I shook my head at how unbelievably heartless he could be with girl's hearts. He was the type of guy my mother told me to stay away from and that was definitely what I intended to do. Ever since I became about fifteen, I stopped hanging around Nathan as much as Max. He was starting to become a hormone-troubled jerk who was just so arrogant and teased me all the time.

I sighed. "Whatever, Goodnight, I am going to bed."

"This early?" He asked glancing at the clock on the wall, a disappointed look surfacing his once smiling features. "7:30?"

I nodded. "Mhm. I normally wake up at midnight to study again."

"Ooh, I see."

"Yeah so turn the Tv off when you're through." I turned away and made my way upstairs.

I crashed on my bed on my back and let out an exhausted breath. I couldn't wait to see Brad tomorrow so we could pick up where we left off. The thought excited me.

Suddenly, my room door pushed open and Nathan waltzed right in as if he owned the place.

I opened my eyes widely and sat up on my elbows. "You seriously need to stop barging in my room."

"Barging?" He chuckled. "You know we are practically like family, Princess."

I got off my bed and approached him. His whole 'Princess' talk was getting annoying and it brought me back to the fact that Brad almost got the wrong idea earlier today. He needed to stop calling me that.

"Princess. Princess. You know I am not seven anymore you can quit it with the nickname. People may think we are actually dating." Was my intro as I came to stop in front of him, folding my arms with my head held high as an attempt to size up to him. I failed miserably, Nathan was about 6 feet, and imagine me, a 5′4 girl, standing and looking up to him. Yeah, imagine it. It feels a lot like David and Goliath. He effortlessly towered over me, making me feel like an ant.

Nathan gave a light laugh with a face of amazement as he folded his muscular arms against his firm chest. "Woah. So you really are grown up now aren't you Chels? Ten years ago you used to cry whenever I didn't use your nickname and today you're begging me not to."

"Yes. Stop!"

He bent over to me bringing his face close to mine and arching so that he was face to face with me. It's embarrassing how far he had to bend just to reach my height. God. I need titties and height for Christmas.

He smiled as he searched my eyes. "And why should I?"

I swallowed.

He raised an eyebrow waiting for a reply.

I sighed and looked away from his deep blue eyes. "Because I don't want Brad getting the wrong impression. He may think something is going on with us."

He didn't say anything, making me turn my gaze back to see him staring at me contemplatively. He then stood upright and pushed his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Okay." He breathed with a small shrug.

Did he just say 'okay'? Just like that? Wow easier than I thought. Nathan is usually a lot more stubborn.

I smiled, so happy he was finally, for once in his life, cooperating.

"Great and I am also begging you not to waltz into a female's room, do respect my privacy."

"Okay, I will knock next time, Princess."

And there it was again. Princess. He said it again. I knew it. Too good to be true.

I rolled my eyes at his failure to follow my previous instruction while he strolled past me and moved to the window with a fascinated face.

"Woah. So right here is where all the peeking takes place?" He asked, opening the blinds and looking across at his room.

I watched him as he observed how close our rooms actually were. Our windows hadn't always been this close, this room had been our little storage room for a while but after my mom added more sections to our home, I got this one. Since then Nathan hadn't been in my room once, mainly because we had all grown up and it didn't feel as comfortable as it did when we were kids. It was just something about growing up that made everything feel weird.

He gasped. "Shit, Princess, you can see everything from right here. So you were actually watching me change on a daily basis, huh?"

My cheeks got red at his question and I walked over and gripped his shoulders pushing him aside.

"Okay chop chop, downstairs you go."

I began pushing him forcefully toward my door but he stopped as soon a he was there, turning to face me.

I stopped and gazed up at him.

"Pushing me out is a little rude, right?"

"Being in my room is a little rude, right?"

"Not entirely."

"Why so?"

"It's normal. Just imagine we are still ten."

I bit my bottom lip as I narrowed my eyes at him.

That was hard to do, Nathan had aged and morphed into a totally different person. His baby-face was now firm and sexy and-

I flashed the thoughts away.

"So?" He tilted his head to the side. "Feels better?"

"No," I snapped, "It is not. Because you're obviously not ten."

He smirked crookedly, and suddenly a glint of amusement shun in his ocean eyes. "You nervous, Princess?"

"Huh?"

"You squeeze things when you are and you're squeezing my arm so hard that I think it may be broken."

I literally jolted in embarrassment and stepped back, releasing him hastily.

Shit, yeah I was nervous.

What was wrong with me?

Ever since this morning at school, I kept getting all red and agitated around Nathan.

Were my hormones malfunctioning?

It had to be. My brain must have not been working properly.

He took a step closer and I took one back, staring up at his bottomless eyes that looked mysterious and as I had to admit right now, sexy.

He parted his lips and whispered: "You know what, Princess?"

I blinked up at him.

"Do you know what I realized after walking in on you this morning?"

I hesitantly shook my head.

He smirked and leaned his head in, his eyes locked with mine. "That you're becoming a really...sexy woman."

Wait, what? Did he say what I clearly heard him say? Needless to say, I was a tomato. Literally.

I stood frozen looking up at him, lost for words.

He sighed and pushed his hands in his pockets, a bothered look on his face. "It's just too bad you're my best friend's little sister."

I felt a small ounce of disappointment when he said that statement for some strange reason and before I could stop the words, they left my lips:

"And if I wasn't?"

He eyed me, a more serious emotion playing on his face.

I waited anticipatingly for his response but he just smiled and ruffled his hand through my hair. "That's too much for your ears. PG19."

I frowned.

He chuckled. "I'll be downstairs."

He turned around to walk away when I spoke quickly. "I really want to know though.....what you think of me."

He turned to look at me and his direct gaze made me feel a bit awkward. That question sounded pretty weird as well but honestly, I wanted to know what a nineteen-year-old thought of me. Maybe then I could know whether I would have had a fair shot of being with Brad.

Yeah, this was definitely to satisfy my insecurities regarding Pinsley and not because I really wanted to know what Nathan thought of me. Because that would be quite weird.

"You want to know the raw truth?" He questioned.

I nodded. "Yes."

He walked over to me and I stepped back until my back was against the purple walls of my room. Why was he coming so damn close? Did what he have to say require being all up in my face?

He boxed me in with his arms and my heart thumped hard against my chest.

He placed his lips to my ear and his hot breath fanned my pink cheeks as his lips parted, his words low and seductive:

"I would touch you how your body is yearning to be touched."

My breath hitched in my throat as he moved away. He stared down at my short form beneath him, searching my features.

Our eyes stayed steady on each other until a voice screamed in my head.

Chelsy Holmes, are you losing your mind?! What are you doing here flirting with Nathan Sharles?

I snapped out of the trance I was in and ducked under his arm and away from him. "Uh...my body does not need to be touched. I-I have that under control."

He laughed as he turned to face me. "Really. How? By touching yourself?"

"Oh My God Nate, no," I said quickly, sitting on my bed, my face blushing profusely.

"Why that reaction? Most girls your age do that." He sat next to me with a stupid smirk, his dimples forming holes in his cheeks and holes in my heart, causing unfamiliar tingly feeling to seep through them.

I pointed at myself, ignoring the knot in my stomach. "Well, this girl has never."

"If you say so."

He bit his lower lip and his smile was about to set me in a trance once more so I shook my head quickly to stop myself from falling in again.

"Anyway, you said I am sexy, right?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I did say that."

"So do you think I am sexy enough for Brad?"

Nathan looked at me for a while.

I smiled and sat still like a product on display. I wanted to hear his opinion.

"Uh. I don't know if he will find you sexy."

My face fell and I felt an imaginary dagger stab straight through my heart. "Wow, you brought me high just to let me fall, didn't you?"

He smiled. "No. You are sexy. For me. But for Brad? I am not sure if you're his type of sexy. Everyone has their preference."

I folded my feet underneath me and set myself to face him. "Okay. Tell me what Brad likes."

"Wow. Hold up. I'm no 'Brad' expert. Why would I know so much? I don't go around admiring the dude like some creep."

I laughed. "Okay I know, I know. But what type of girls do you normally see him date?"

Nathan took a deep breath, clearly looking annoyed that he had to talk about Brad right now. "Okay uh...."

He eyed me up and down before he came a bit closer on the bed. He stretched an arm around me and let my hair down. It fell along my back in a quick motion and I noticed Nathan's lips formed a small little smile.

"I don't like my hair down."

"Well, Brad may like it."

I nodded.

He raised my chin and I stiffened.

His touch was doing it again!

It was giving me a weird chill.

Okay, focus on Brad Chels. BRAD.

"Mhmm...." Nathan pondered as he eyed my features. He used his hand to pull my shirt down a bit until my breasts were partially peeking up from the cleavage he made. It was quite uncomfortable and definitely not my style.

"Really Nathan, I am going to look like a whore." I complained.

"Nope, showing just a little tease is definitely not being a whore."

I squinted my eyes at him with a bored expression to prove he was nowhere near convincing me that showing a piece of my titties was not a whore-y thing to do.

He laughed. "Hey, you said what Brad like."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine."

"Okay awesome. Look at my brilliant masterpiece!"

He grabbed a mirror nearby and lift it up in front of me.

"Aren't you overpraising yourself?" I laughed as I looked at my reflection. "You barely did anything."

Nathan wrapped his hand around my shoulder and leaned in to look at me in the mirror as well. "That's what Brad likes, femininity and seductive cleavages."

He moved away and looked at me. "But. You should be yourself always, you know that right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I do. But this is still me, just a sexier version."

Nathan took a deep breath as he stood to his feet and I secretly scowled. I was actually enjoying his little company, I didn't want him leaving so soon. He stretched and pushed his black hair back from his eyes. "You got a long way to go for Brad's sexy. Stop wearing training bras for one."

My eyelids drooped. "Okay, we are just never going to talk about that ever again, capiche?"

He laughed. "Can't promise you that. Anyway, I am hella tired, I will be downstairs getting some rest on your couch."

I nodded. "Okay, and you do know it doesn't involve asking neighborhood girls to swing by just so you can bang them on it, right?"

"Can't promise you that one either. Goodnight." He smiled as I rolled my eyes. He turned away and made his way out of my room, closing the door behind him.

I looked at myself in the mirror one more time.

Will Brad like me?

I wished he would call me sexy without having to do this.

Just like Nathan did.