Chapter 24: Flutter (Nathan's POV)

I was going to kiss her. It took everything from every bone in my body to not do it. It's too soon. We're just getting to know each other and... I groaned and locked my bedroom door shut after coming back inside once I walked her home. I fell onto my bed, sighing, and then groaning into my pillow. 

I was staring at the ceiling and then turned my head to look out the window when my eyes landed on the photo sitting on my bookcase. The one Emma pointed out a few days ago of me, Brandon, Chloe, and one of her cousins. I clenched my jaw, feeling anger seething through me. If she never made me do that, I'd never be here. I stood up, stomping over to the photo, and grabbing the frame. I looked down at the photo, fuming. 

"Fucking bitch," I said, throwing it against the wall. The glass from the frame shattered and the shards splattered onto the floor while the photo fell out limply. I sighed, picking up the photo and ripping it up into tiny little pieces, throwing it in the trash and then the frame followed. 

While I was picking up the shards of glass, one cut my hand pretty bad. I groaned, grabbing a worksheet that was on my desk and using that to scoop up the rest and trashing it. I went into the bathroom, washed my hand with some water, and put a bandaid on it. I collapsed onto my bed and forced myself to sleep. Things just can't turn out right for once. 

I woke up the next morning to my alarm for school. I got dressed as I would every day and then grabbed a granola bar to eat. I shoved it in my mouth, holding it between my teeth as I climbed into my car and started driving. I got into my car, turning the keys in the ignition only for the car to rattle and not turn on. "You're kidding," I said to myself, pulling the granola out of my mouth. 

"Hey, strawberry!" I stuck my head out of the window, seeing Emma in her car, her window rolled down. "Need a ride?" she laughed. 

I sighed in relief, getting out of my car and running into hers, taking the passenger seat. "Thank you, you just saved my ass from being late," I chuckled airily, pulling the seatbelt on and putting my bag by my feet. 

"You're welcome," she smiled, starting to drive. She drove surprisingly well. 

"Who taught you how to drive?" I asked as she parked in an empty spot. 

"My dad," she answered. "And Kade," she mumbled. I scrunched up my nose, climbing out of the car. "Why the nose scrunch?" she asked, locking the car and linking her arm with mine as we walked in. 

"That's your ex-boyfriend," I said. 

"So?" she chuckled. 

"So, ew." 

She laughed, shaking her head, stopping at her locker. "Why 'ew?'" she asked, looking at me while grabbing her books. 

"Cause he was dumb enough to let you go," I shrugged, looking around at everyone passing by. 

She was staring at me, I could feel her eyes on me. And she must have gotten distracted because she dropped her textbooks. I chuckled, picking them up and holding them out for her. "Thanks," she smiled. Then her smile fell when her eyes landed on my hand. "What happened to you?" she asked, shoving the textbook in her locker and grabbing my hand, analyzing it. 

"I uh, I dropped a glass," I lied. 

She looked up at me, her eyes locking in with mine. "Dropped it or threw it?" she asked. 

"A little bit of both?" She glared at me, slamming her locker shut and strutting off, heading for class. "Emma, come on," I clicked my tongue, following her. "Emma," I grabbed her arm but she pulled it away. "Emma," I tried again but she just did the same thing. "Emma," I grabbed a hold of her, yanking her back and turning her around to face me. "Don't be mad, please," I said softly, my eyes scanning her face for the smile I wanted to see. 

"Then take some fucking care of yourself," she hissed, pulling her arm out of mine and walking off to class. She turned the corner, leaving me standing there. I sighed, running my hand through my hair. 

I started walking in the direction she just went in but halted when I saw her walking back, staring at the ground. She stopped in front of me, staring straight at me. She's clearly very angry with me. "Sorry," she huffed. 

"Why?" I asked. 

"I could have been a little nicer about that," she mumbled. I arched a brow at her, folding my arms across my chest. She sighed, standing beside me, linking her arm with mine. "Sorry," she stuck her bottom lip out, pouting, putting her head on my shoulder. 

"Holy shit," I mumbled, my hand going to my stomach. My stomach just... fluttered. I just felt... butterflies. 

"What?" she asked, seeming worried as she looked at where I placed my hand. "Are you hurt?" she asked. 

"No," I shook my head almost immediately. 

"Why'd you grab your stomach?" 

"It... forget it," I cleared my throat. She looked at me weirdly. "We're getting late," I said, using class as an excuse. She chuckled, walking with me. 

It... fluttered. 

It's never done that before. Shit. We settled into class and started talking. Brandon walked in with Kendall, both of them taking their seats. Emma stood up to go talk to Kendall about something and I used that as the time to freak out. 

"Brandon," I said, smacking his arm. 

"Ow, what?" he asked. 

"There was a flutter," I whispered. 

"A flutter?" he frowned in confusion. 

"A flutter," I nodded. 

"With..." he trailed off, glancing at Emma. I nodded again. He chuckled, nodding as well. 

"What?" I asked in confusion. 

"You're falling for her," he whispered, "Fast." 

She came back and sat down and both of us shut up. "Hey, Brandon," she nodded, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

"Hey, Emma," he smiled, giving me a pointed look. She shot me a smile before opening her notebook as Mr. Cole walked. I need to do something about this stupid flutter. 

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I pulled the seat across from Emma's in the cafeteria where we sat for lunch right after gym class. "Hey," I nodded at Emma and Kendall while Brandon and I took our seats. 

"Hi," Emma smiled, sliding her tray over to me. I eyed her quizzically. "I got you the chicken sandwich, the line was really long, the food is nearly out now, you're a little late for lunch. I got you the sandwich with an apple and a Capri Sun which I will gladly take if you don't want it," she said, talking while holding her own sandwich. 

"This is for me?" I asked, taking my bag off my shoulders. 

"Yeah," she nodded. 

"Thanks," I smiled. 

"You're welcome," she grinned in response. She looked away really quickly and started talking to Kendall. 

"You might wanna make a move, man," Brandon cleared his throat. I frowned in confusion. "Someone else might," he nodded to my right where I saw Liam making his way over. 

He stood behind Emma and cleared his throat, "Uh, Emma?" She turned around, smiling. 

"Hi," she grinned, her face lighting up. To be fair, her face is always lighting up.

 "Do you have a minute?" he asked. 

"Yeah, sure," she said awkwardly, pushing herself off her seat and walking away with him. 

Brandon, Kendall, and I were all watching them. "Could you be any more obvious? Seriously, you look at her with literal heart eyes. Just ask her," Kendall shrugged. 

"Does she like me?" I asked, not looking away from Emma and Liam. 

"I can't tell you that," she said. I turned to her. "But I will," she shrugged and then nodded slowly. "She does," she blinked. 

"She does?" I asked, "Are you serious?" 

She nodded again. "Do you like her?" she asked. 

"I thought we just established that he does," Brandon laughed. 

"Look, look, look!" Kendall whisper-yelled. We all turned and looked at them. 

Liam was handing her a note. She laughed, looking at it before slipping it into her pocket. Her smile dulled as she explained something to him, gesturing her arms around exaggeratedly. He asked her something, confusion etched onto his face. 

She grabbed his arm, explaining something to him more carefully. He glanced at our table and then asked her something again. She didn't answer but she looked down at the ground and nodded slowly. She said something to him apologetically but he just nodded and gave her hand a squeeze before walking away. She sighed, groaning into her palms, shaking her head before walking back over to our table. 

"What was that?" Kendall asked. 

She cleared her throat and hesitated, pulling out the paper and putting it in front of us. "That was Liam giving me his number."

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Chapter 24

Someone back me up

Student Of The Year- the first one is DAMN better than the second one.

I MEAN SIDHARTH MALOHTRA IS THAT MOVIE WAS 

I just watched it so...

anyway

next chapter: clouds

kiss? maybeeeee