I still couldn't believe I had gotten away with it. Most people who get caught breaking into a rich guy's apartment; don't get away scot-free, yet here I was safely in my room as a free woman. 

Maybe there was some hope after all that I was breaking through the cold, hard exterior which was Nathan Wood's heart. 

Or perhaps, more realistically, he thought I was a childish idiot who wasn't even worthy of a police call. But either way, I couldn't help but feel extremely lucky. 

I threw my phone onto my nightstand and was about to tuck myself into bed for the night when I paused. Wait a minute...

I had his number, and even more importantly, I had made some pretty creative new changes to his autocorrect.

I know I had tormented the guy enough for one day, but hey, one more harmless little prank before bedtime surely couldn't hurt anyone. 

With an excited smile, I grabbed my phone before diving onto my bed, belly first. Quickly finding the text message I had sent myself, I saved his number down as Natalie.

Going on to the message bar, I paused before excitedly typing my first few words.

Me: Natalie, you up?

I figured he would probably take a fair few minutes to reply, so I stared at my phone in boredom. I raised my eyebrows in surprise as I saw a message ping up underneath mine surprisingly quickly.

Natalie: How the fuck did you get my number?

There's my Natalie, as delightful as always...

I couldn't help but grin a little bit at the message; Nathan's grumpiness was becoming oddly amusing. I eagerly started typing back.

Me: Don't pretend you're not jumping for joy right now 😉

His next text message came a second later.

Natalie: Yeah, you're making me want to jump closer and closer to the edge of a cliff.

I rolled my eyes at his message; it was like the boy was incapable of saying anything nice when it came to me.

Me: Again, I'm curious; what's it like to be so deep in denial about your feelings?

Natalie: Curious, what's it like to be a massive sex goddess?

As soon as the message came in, my face broke out into a grin, and I bit my lip to help contain in my laughter. I had cleverly adjusted his phone so that whenever he texted the word bitch, it would change it to sex-goddess instead. 

 Quickly after he said that, my phone immediately told me that he was typing.

Natalie: Shit, I swear to God I didn't type that. I meant SEX-GODDESS!

Natalie: It did it again? What the fuck?

I let out a loud snort of laughter and quickly screenshot his message. This shit was ideal blackmailing material.

Me: We all know I'm a sex-goddess Natalie, no need to say it twice Xx.

Natalie: I didn't even mean to say it once; this phone is bullshit!

I was about to type my response when another message appeared from him in haste.

Natalie: Wait a minute...Did you fuck around with my phone, baby?

I smiled as I was met with another one of my amazing autocorrections. He had meant to say Sophie, but thanks to me; it had come out as baby.

Me: Baby? You're quite the flirt, aren't you, Natalie?

The only thing that could have made this whole thing better, was if I could revel in the delight of seeing all of his annoyed and frustrated facial expressions.

Natalie: You sex-goddess, you did mess around with my phone, didn't you? I love you!

The text message was too much for me, and I found myself struggling to breathe in between my manic cackles of laughter. Changing hate to love was a decision I definitely had no regrets about.

Me: Easy with the compliments, Natalie. You're starting to creep me out.

Natalie: I strongly dislike you.

I snorted as his next text message came in as I could see how hard he was trying not to say the word hate.

Me: Love you too, baby Xx

Natalie: How did you even get into my phone; I have a fucking password on it.

Me: A bad password, yes.

Natalie: How do you know my birthday, you stalker.

I wish I could deny it, but he had hit the nail on the head. I was stalking him.

Me: Of course, I know my best friend's birthday. What kind of person would I be if I didn't?

Natalie: My finger is moving closer and closer to the block button.

My jaw dropped open as I read his message. How dare he threaten to block me. I frowned before typing back a response.

Me: You can't block me. I'm your project partner, remember?

Me: Also, that reminds me. When do you want to meet up next for the project?

I waited anxiously for his response. I was really hoping he would give me an answer because I desperately needed an excuse to hang out with him more.

Natalie: In an ideal world never, but I guess I can come around to yours, Tuesday afternoon.

Me: Perfect, see you then, baby.

Natalie: And that's my cue to stop texting you...

I chuckled before texting him back a kissy emoji which he unsurprisingly did not reply to.

With a satisfied grin, I threw my phone down onto the nightstand before finally sliding underneath the covers. 

There was nothing better than a long night's sleep after harassing Nathan Woods.

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Humming quietly to myself, I flipped through the pages of my magazine with my feet tucked up underneath me on the sofa. It was Tuesday afternoon, and I was keeping myself occupied while I waited for Nathan who was due to arrive in fifteen minutes.

 With my black sharpie in hand, I drew massive hearts and doodles around the incredibly hot male underwear model who was decorating page number five of the fashion magazine.

 If someone were to see me, they would think I was a pre-pubescent fool, but I didn't care, someone as hot as Mr page number five needed to be appreciated. 

Defacing random magazines of hot models was one of Brandon and I's favorites hobbies. Since the age of twelve, we had spent far too much time arguing over which guys and girls we thought were the most 'bangable.' It wasn't the most appropriate debate for two twelve-year-old kids, but hey, I never said we were normal.

As I was finishing writing Man I want to fuck over the top of the picture, the doorbell decided to chime throughout the apartment. 

"Coming," I called. 

Chucking my magazine onto the coffee table, I skipped my way over to the door.

I swung it open wildly, and my eyes were immediately bombarded with the view of a miserable-looking Nathan who was already glaring at me with narrowed eyes.

"Wow, you're early. Is someone eager to see me?" I teased as I waggled my eyebrows flirtatiously. 

Nathan shot me a spiteful look before digging his hand into his pocket and shoving his phone against my chest. "Fix it," he snapped.

I eyed him up and down in confusion for a couple of seconds before a smile wormed its way onto my face. The idiot didn't know how to put his phone back to the way he was. It had been several days since I had fucked up his phone, so I couldn't help but find it funny that he was unable to fix it himself.

"Aww, does little Natalie struggle with technology?" I cooed patronizingly. 

His frown deepened even further. "Just get out of my way and fix it," he hissed as he rudely pushed his way past me.

 I chuckled and closed the door before slowly sauntering my way over to Nathan, who had stolen my seat on the sofa. I threw myself down beside him, and I rolled my eyes as I watched him stiffen.

 From how uncomfortable he got whenever I got close to him, anyone would assume I had the plague.

 I twisted around to face him with a smile. "I can fix your phone, but first, you have to tell me what you can do for me," I proposed with a cheeky little wink.

"I can continue to not tell the police that you broke into my apartment," he replied flatly without missing a beat.

"Fair point, fair point," I mumbled out with a nervous laugh as I quickly scrambled to get his phone unlocked. 

"Hmm, that's what I thought, he drawled as he recoiled further back into the sofa like the smug bastard he was.

As painful as it was to undo my masterful work, I reluctantly changed his phone back to the appropriate settings before chucking it back into his lap. Instead of thanking me, he let out a grunt in response and pocketed his phone.

"So, we've resulted to grunting like a caveman, have we?" I snorted. 

He shrugged. "I thought it might be a language someone of your intellect might understand," he said slyly.

I narrowed my eyes. "Are you calling me thick?" I spat. 

"Well, a smart person wouldn't break into someone's flat just to play a stupid prank," he muttered rudely.

I threw my head back against the sofa cushion dramatically. "Oh my god, Nathan, let it go. That was nearly a week ago," I cried.

 He let out a bitter laugh. "I'm sorry, but most people don't forget when a psychotic bitch breaks into their apartment!"

I smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Bitch? Don't you mean sex-goddess?" I teased. 

He gave me a long, murderous look. "Too soon?" I chuckled.

He let out a long sigh and turned away from me. "Let's get on with the stupid project; where's your laptop?" he asked as his eyes did a scan around the apartment.

I wanted to sassily ask why he hadn't brought his own laptop, but I decided it was best not to rile him up further than I already had. 

"It's on the table, under the magazines," I mumbled as I waved a lazy hand in its general direction.

Nathan leaned forward and was about to brush one of the magazines to the side, but then he paused.

I noticed his eyes immediately grow colder, and for no reason at all, his eyebrows pulled together in what seemed to be anger. I watched in confusion as he slowly gripped the magazine between his fingers and lifted it up to his face.

His eyes narrowed, and he snapped his head around to face me. "What the fuck is this?" he spat as he threw the magazine down onto my lap in disgust.

 Still unable to wrap my head around what had caused him to get so worked up, I glanced down at my lap. The magazine was laid out on the male underwear model with all my wonderful little doodles out on display.

Well, this was slightly awkward...

"He's hot, isn't he?" I joked in an attempt to distract from my rising embarrassment.

 I'm not normally too shy about expressing who I'm into, but having someone see you write, 'Man I want to fuck', quite explicitly at the top of a picture, was a little embarrassing even for me.

For some reason, my joke seemed to make Nathan look even more irritated. I was beyond confused. 

"Why do you look so pissed?" I laughed. "Were you hoping that I'd write that at the top of one of your pictures?" I teased.

His eyes flickered back and forth between mine before he let out a loud scoff. 

"Of course not. I'm disgusted because you're having a lust fest over my fucking older brother," he spat as he gestured down to the magazine.

His words stunned me to the point of sheer speechlessness, and I blinked, then blinked again. Slowly as though my hands had a mind of their own, I held up the magazine to Nathan's face and looked back and forth between the two. 

They both had the same warm brass-coloured skin and layers of the same dark curly hair. They were cut rather differently - his brother's hair being longer, but they were undeniably the same texture. The only real difference was that the guy in the picture looked slightly older and had a harder-looking face. Well, that and the fact that Nathan had those unnaturally green eyes of his while his brother did not.

I slowly lowered the magazine and stared at Nathan with my mouth slightly agape. 

"Holy shit, he is," I whispered. 

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Author's note:

So, that's chapter nineteen done, hope you enjoyed xx

Why do you think Nathan is pissed about the picture?

Next update: Wednesday (6-8 PM- UK time)