Chapter Five

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Putting a pen between my lips, I hummed happily to myself as I thought of another little thing to add to my book. 

I was currently sat at my desk, busily scribbling away in the brand-new journal. It was titled: 'My plan to destroy Nathan Woods.' 

Yes, I know this was slightly childish of me, but I couldn't help it. I was excited. It was around two in the morning, and I'd spent the last half-an-hour vigilantly searching the internet for any little detail I could find on Nathan Woods. 

If anyone were to check my search history, they would assume I was a stalker. 

Which I technically was...

But it was fine. I was only doing this as part of the job. To successfully manipulate him, I needed every last scrap of information I could find on him. All the way from his favorite meal to where he got his hair cut. 

Okay, maybe I didn't need to know where he got his hair cut but, the more information, the better.

"Soph, no offense, but it's creeping me out how much you seem into this whole stalking thing," Brandon called out from behind me.

 I turned around to face him with a sigh. He was spread out on my bed like a starfish. Instead of residing in his half of our shared apartment, he claimed that he needed to give me 'moral support for my stalking endeavors.'

"Well, screwing this dude over is my new job now, so I need to take this seriously," I explained simply.

Brandon nodded his head. "Fair point. Can I hear what you've collected so far," he asked, pulling himself into a seated position. 

"Sure," I chirped as I reached for my notebook.

I held it out before me and cleared my throat. "Target: Nathan Woods. Nathan is a twenty-year-old egotistical bastard who studies economics at the university of-"

I was interrupted by a snort. Turning back around, I found Brandon staring at me with tendrils of laughter sparkling in his eyes. "First of all, love the description very professional," he snickered. "And secondly, how does he do the same course as you, but you've never seen or heard of him before?"

I smiled and slowly shook my head before making a dramatic flip to the next page of the book. "Well, that's mentioned here on page two," I said, briefly clearing my throat in preparation to speak. 

 "Nathan Woods suffers from a devastating sex addiction that has severely compromised his education!" I read out sharply.

 Brandon snorted the second I was done. "A sex addiction, how did you come to that?"

"Well, I had a good old scroll through his socials, and all of them are full of all kinds of pictures and stories of him dicking himself down. And they are always followed by some dumb caption about him missing another lecture," I scoffed. 

Brandon's eyes widened comically wide. "He takes pictures of himself fucking!" he cried.

 I shook my head frantically. "No, no, no, no! God, no! It's usually just pictures of them lying together from the waist up, afterward," I stammered out rapidly. I did not need Brandon to think I had spent the last half-an-hour scrolling through porn of Nathan.

"Oh, thank god, got worried for a second," Brandon snickered as he hopped himself off the bed. Leaning over my shoulder, he looked down at my notebook with analytical eyes. 

"Erm..did you have to underline the word sex-addiction in red sharpie, fifty-million times," he mumbled.

 Not ashamed in the slightest, I shrugged. "Didn't say anything that wasn't true, did I?"

Brandon softly shook his head as his eyes fell further down the page. His lips turned up. "Hobbies include pretending to work out, horseback riding, and stimulating his dick," he called out, his smile growing wider. "I'm not sure that counts as a hobby, Soph."

"Well, to him it is," I protested. 

 "Come on, Soph, admit it, you're acting all judgy because you secretly wanna be one of those girls," Brandon teased as he sent me an unsubtle wink. 

Not amused in the slightest, I sliced my angry gaze his way before grabbing my closest pen and lobbing it at his face. He quickly jolted to the side, narrowly missing it. 

"Woah, calm down, I was kidding," he laughed. 

I rolled my eyes lazily. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, let's get to bed," I muttered as I softly closed my book.

 Soon, enough he blabbered a good-night, and I was left alone with my thoughts. My mind spun over all of today's events, and I slowly started to piece together tiny snippets of a plan.

The first part of which would be figuring out how on earth I was going to insert myself into Nathan Wood's life.

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"Wait," I screamed, my feet pounding viciously against the paving stones as I ran alongside the traffic. My rucksack beat my back at an annoyingly steady rhythm, but I ignored it, too focused on catching the bus.

As I got within five yards of the bus stop, the bus suddenly started up, and peeled off the road.

"Shit! I cried in frustration as I came to an abrupt stop.

Great, now I was going to be late to instruct my nine-o-clock private. 

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I started to pace around while frantically trying to think of a solution. I couldn't afford to be late and run the risk of losing yet another job. Letting out an aggravated breath of air, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, so I could go tell my manager I was going to be late.

Seconds away from pressing the call button, I heard the unmistakable sound of a car engine drawing closer to the side of the curb. 

Suspiciously close...

 I quickly lifted my head towards the source to confirm I wasn't about to be kidnapped. My eyes followed as a fancy sleek-looking white car slowed down to a stop only inches away from where I stood.

From how expensive this car looked, I can't say I would be all that upset if they did kidnap me...

The black-tinted winders soon lowered down from the driver's side. And as soon as the person came into view, my eyes struck open a little bit wider as I found myself staring into two green pools of arrogance - or in other words Nathan's Wood's eyes. 

 He scanned me from head to toe, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah violent girl, we meet again," he drawled.

My eyes narrowed into crinkled slits."Ah, piece-of-shit, we meet again," I hissed before I could stop myself.

I soon froze, realizing my mistake. I was supposed to be making him like me, not hate me.

Luckily, my comment didn't seem to ruffle his feathers too much, and he stared out the window with an unwavering smile on his face. "Hmm, still as temperamental as ever, aren't we, barbie?" he chuckled. 

That little piece of...

You know what, fuck this! I was supposed to be playing hard-to-get anyway, so who cares if I was a little bit mean.

I gave him a fake little smile. "Only around obnoxious pricks like you," I chirped with a little shrug. 

Again, unfazed by my comment, his eyes washed over mine with a half-hearted kind of amusement. "Anyway, barbie, why are you standing here at a street corner? Were my suspicions correct about you being a hooker?" he snickered. 

I scoffed, my eyes digging into his with disdain. "Oh, fuck off, would you? You're well aware I'm not a hooker. And if you must know, I'm standing here because I missed the bus," I grumbled bitterly.

He blinked. "The bus? Why the hell are you taking the bus? Don't you know it's full of creeps and pedophiles?" he questioned, his eyebrows furrowing deeply.

"Gee, I don't know? Maybe because I don't have thousands of pounds to pay for a car and insurance," I snapped.

 This seemed to do the job of shutting him up as he stared at me silently, his eyes working analytically over my face.

Suddenly, I heard a clicking sound. "Get in," he snapped. 

I stared at him dumbly. "Sorry, what?" I laughed in confusion.

"You heard me; I said get in," he repeated. 

 When I continued to stare, he let out a long, and slightly weakened sigh. "Look, I don't want to feel responsible when I hear that some dodgy old man groped you on the news tonight, so I'll give you a lift," he stated simply.

His statement almost made me laugh. If that happened, no way would make the news – no news agency gave a shit about a poor girl's sexual harassment. 

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get in," Nathan called out when I still hadn't moved. 

The temptation to answer with a strong 'Fuck no' was practically clawing at me, but I knew I shouldn't. Getting in the car with him was exactly what I needed to do. For one, I was late for work. And secondly, I needed to spend more time with him if the plan were to ever work.

"Okay, fine, but only because I'm late," I said as I made my way over to the car. I quickly climbed in and settled comfortably onto the sleek leather seats – the warmth and smell providing instant comfort to me.

I felt the weight of his gaze on me as I buckled in my seat. "So, where are we off to...Soph?"

 Taken aback that he remembered my nickname, I glanced over at him in surprise.

"The...erm, gym...the one near city center," I mumbled, still feeling slightly caught off guard. 

His brow pricked up a little, but he didn't say anything. Silently, he pulled his car off the curb and focused ahead. After a couple moments of quiet, I cleared my throat. 

"Also, my name's Sophie; only Brandon calls me Soph," I rattled out.

He briefly glanced my way. "Hmm, so is that your little boyfriend's pet name for you?" he drawled, a sarcastic ring to his tone.

 I sharply turned his way, almost burst out into laughter - finding it hilarious that he thought Brandon and I were dating. Dating him was a massive eww. We'd known each other since nappy-days, so he was basically my brother. I shook my head softly and opened my mouth to protest against his assumption, but then I suddenly stopped myself. 

Wait a minute...

Maybe I could use this boyfriend thing for jealousy purposes.

After all, guys always wanted what they couldn't have...

"Yeah, it is my boyfriend's pet name for me," I lied. 

He wrinkled his nose. "I hate nicknames; they're icky," he said rudely.

My gaze narrowed. "Well, you're icky," I retaliated. "Nicknames are sweet, and Brandon's sweet. Unlike some people, he knows what it's like to treat girls with respect," I commented slyly, sending a pointed look his way.

He swung me a look, his brows raised up in question. "Are you trying to imply something?"

"Well, you did call me a fucking hooker, didn't you?" I spat.

"Yeah, and I literally just picked you up from a street corner. What's a guy to think...," he scoffed.

A frustrated breath left my throat. "Because I missed the fucking bus!"

"Hmm....is that the story we're telling the cops?" he chuckled. 

I shot him a murderous glance before turning back to face the window. This was going to be an absolute nightmare. How the hell was I ever going to carry out this plan if I could barely stomach being in his presence?

In not too long at all, Nathan slowly peeled his car into the gym parking lot. Quickly, unbuckling my seatbelt, I turned to give him thanks, but I stopped myself when I noticed he was also unbuckling.

What in the world...

I blinked down at his seatbelt, then back at his face. 

"What..what are you doing?" I stammered out. 

He fixed his gaze on me; his mouth quirked up in slight amusement. "Sophie, I'm not stalking you; relax. I've got a kickboxing private," he explained with a scoff.

I stared at him blankly as the pieces slowly started to come together. 

If I was teaching a kickboxing private today, and Nathan was attending one, that could only mean one thing...

I was training Nathan Woods.  

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Author's note: 

Hope you enjoyed and because I was unable to post on Friday, I'm doing a double update xx

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