I stood frozen in shock, feeling as though I could hardly even breathe. 

The sounds of keys hitting against a table followed by the sound of steady footsteps drawing closer instantly spurred me back to life.

  Shit! Shit! Shit! He was on the other side of the fucking door.

His deep voice rang throughout the quiet apartment air as he chatted mindlessly about something. I stressed myself to hear, and that's when I heard a shrill little giggle of laughter. 

Who the fuck was that?

As the footsteps grew louder, I frantically darted my head around as I tried to figure a way to sanctuary. In a final moment of panic, I threw myself down onto my hands and knees, and army crawled my way underneath his bed. The second I had dragged the last of me under, the door to his bedroom suddenly burst open.

 Two pairs of shoes immediately came into view, and I found myself holding my breath, scared that they somehow might be able to hear me. One shoe was a sleek-looking black sneaker, and the other, an elegant pair of peach kitten heels.

 I figured the former belonged to Nathan, but hey, I could be wrong.

"God, I'm beat," Nathan sighed as he kicked off his shoes.

 I then felt the bed suddenly dip, indicating he had thrown himself rather heavily down onto it. I felt more on edge, knowing he was directly on top of me. 

The girl he was with let out a cute little laugh. "Well, I'm not surprised. I'd be exhausted too if I jogged around the whole park. I'd kill to be as fit as you," she gushed, her voice filled to the brim with a sickening amount of admiration. 

I rolled my eyes, knowing Nathan's fat head was likely swelling to the size of a hot air balloon.

 Then I paused as I replayed her voice again inside my mind. I knew that voice. 

Oh my god, it was Lisa - the same girl from the restaurant who had wrongfully assumed I was his ex. What on earth was she doing here? I thought she hated Nathan. 

I hushed my thoughts and focused carefully on the conversation.

"Well, since I worked so hard today, I think it's about time I obtained a little treat," he drawled, his voice coming out overly smooth and gravelly. 

I wasn't sure whether to laugh at Nathan's attempt to be sexy or viciously proceed to dry heave onto the floor. I felt him give the bedsheet a firm double pat, silently indicating for her to come over.

She kicked off her heels with an excited little giggle, and I felt the bed dip again as she sat down gracefully beside him.

 Knowing I would probably be stuck in the position for a while, I rested my head down onto my crossed arms and started to pick absentmindedly at the lint on the sleeve of my jacket.

 Suddenly my heart stopped beating as a truly horrifying suspicion came to mind. 

Nathan - the biggest womanizer known to man, was alone in his bedroom with an incredibly hot girl. This led to one terrifying conclusion: He was about to fuck her. 

And that wasn't even the worse part; the worse part was that I'd be forced to lie underneath them and listen.

We all have those low moments in our lives, moments in which we fuck up; and wish for nothing less than death. Well, this was mine. 

I am not a girl who usually admits they made a mistake, but my decision to sneak into his apartment was a colossal one. And I mean, colossal! Perhaps even the worse mistake of my life.

  Okay, maybe that's going slightly too far.

I braced myself for the start of the unpleasant sounds, but they never did. Instead, I heard Lisa clear her throat. 

"Can I talk to you about something?" she asked softly.

 There was a long period of silence, indicating Nathan was hesitating on his answer. "Erm, yeah sure," he mumbled awkwardly,

"Tell me the truth, Nathan, do you truly not like her?" she asked with suspicion lacing her tone.

 Nathan let out an exasperated groan. "Are you seriously still on this?" he laughed. "I already told you when I bumped into you at the park. I feel absolutely nothing for Sophie. She's not my ex; she's just an annoying poor nobody," he spat cruelly.

I physically flinched at his words. Though I put little value in his opinion of me, I could not deny that his words hurt. It's not nice to hear anybody call you a nobody. 

Well, it was fine; he wouldn't be talking shit after I stomp all over his heart.

"Really?" she scoffed. "So, is that why you insisted she stayed for dinner, bought her a dress, and couldn't pull your eyes from her?" she hummed sarcastically.

 I could have honestly high-fived this girl for coming up with such a good comeback.

He let out another low sound of frustration. "I just stupidly felt bad and didn't want to see her get humiliated. That was it," he insisted. "You're way hotter than her, I promise," he said softly, his voice coming out smoothly and velvety

. Come on, Lisa, don't buy into it. Stay strong!

"Aww, really?" she giggled.

"Of course," he chuckled.

And there goes my hope...

I was mid-way through rolling my eyes when I started to hear the wet sound of lips against skin. I physically shuddered - the urge to throw up becoming almost overpowering. I almost lost my sanity there and then when I heard a light breathy moan escape Lisa's lips. I wasn't sure what the fuck they were doing up there, but I was definitely happy remaining completely oblivious.

 Like a maniac, I started to manically recite nursery rhymes in my mind in the hopes that this would somehow provide me an escape from this horrible ordeal.

"Hmm, Sophie," Nathan whispered in between a carnal groan. 

As soon as those words escaped his lips, it felt like the entire world stopped. I stopped breathing, and all breaths above me seized too. 

He had said my name. Repeat - Nathan Woods had moaned out my name completely unprovoked. I wasn't sure what to make of it, and I just sort of laid there with widened eyes.

Seconds later, I heard a sharp slap ricochet around the room. 

"Don't like her, huh? Fuck you, Nathan," Lisa spat before she jumped off the bed - her feet hitting the floor with a loud thud. 

"Oh shit! No, wait-I- er-I don't know why I said that fuck," he rambled out frantically as he scrambled off the bed after her. 

The urge to laugh at his embarrassing misfortune was so overwhelming that I was forced to half shove my fist in my mouth to muffle my giggles. That was the most embarrassing shit I had heard in a long while. Clearly, the little strip tease dance I had performed for him the other day had a long-lasting effect.

She hastily shoved on her shoes before throwing open his bedroom door with an aggressive slam. Nathan rushed through the door as well, yelling out a stream of apologies as he went. I'm not sure why he was even bothering at this point. There was no coming back after you moaned out another girl's name in the middle of a make-out session.

 If Lisa let him anywhere near her after this, she'd have to be insane.

I heard Lisa yell out some rather unkind but rather deserved words from the other side of the door, and I winced. Her massive speech was finally punctuated with a massive loud bang, indicating she had likely slammed the front door behind her.

There was a long period of silence before I heard rapidly approaching footsteps, followed by a harsh striking sound as his bedroom door swung open.

"I'm such a fuckin idiot," Nathan hissed as he made his way closer to me before kicking his bedpost in frustration.

 The impact made me flinch slightly, causing a gasp to escape my lips. Quickly realizing my mistake, I slapped a hand over my mouth and tried to quieten my breathing. 

The room went deathly quiet for a painful few seconds before it was broken by a long heavy sigh as he flopped down onto the bed.

 I closed my eyes as relief washed over me at not being caught.

"God, why did I say that?" he muttered to himself in disbelief. He let out a long groan. "Well, cold shower it is, I guess," he spat, his tone dripping with resentment. He swung his legs off the side of the bed and trudged his way miserably over to his ensuite. 

I shook my head at his overdramatics. Anybody would think he had just lost the cure to cancer from the way he was acting.

I heard the sound of running water start-up in the distance, and I widened my eyes, realizing this was the perfect opportunity to escape. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, but his figure was nowhere near the entrance, so I figured this was a good enough time as any. 

As quietly as I possibly could, I slowly crawled out from under the bed. Then standing up, I quietly tiptoed my way over to the door.

"Sophie?" a loud voice called out from behind me.

My heart practically leaped out of my chest from sheer shock, and I felt every muscle in my body clench with anxiety. I swallowed heavily, took a deep breath in and out before slowly pivoting on my feet.

I took in the sight of Nathan's bewildered self before me in horror. 

He had a toothbrush hanging loosely between his lips, and his pants were gone, leaving him only dressed in his black boxer shorts. 

I opened my mouth, then closed it; my body seeming to decide it was the best time to mimic the behavior of a goldfish. The more my silence ensued, the more Nathan's eyebrows seemed to furrow.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he blurted, slightly harsher this time. 

Uh, oh, he didn't seem happy... 

"I....erm...er," I rambled out stupidly like an idiot.

 He crossed his arms and raised a singular eyebrow. 

Not knowing what else to do, I pulled a classic Disney channel move and lurched my arm out to point at some random item behind him. 

"Hey, look there's a tarantula behind you!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

 I didn't even check to see if he had fallen for it before swerving around and legging my way out of there.

I was in some deep shit. 

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Author's note:

This was a short chapter, so I'm granting you with a double update. Enjoy xx