Holden's pov

On a warm Saturday afternoon with still a slight breeze in the air. I walked straight into her room leaning against her door frame without knocking on her bedroom that creaked a little bit open now,
She must have thought that I was a robber trying to steal her things from her as she merely looked up from tying her shoes and then she turned around to began to notice me standing there until she grabbed one of her heels shoes behind from her floor as she soon started to aimed it at my head in an attempted to get me to leave her room or something but of course, I caught it with ease.

Moreover, She looks dazzlingly gorgeous just in her black dress with her trainers on her feet because I knew it would have hurt her feet if she walked in them. It was a nice change to see her not wearing her lab coat although I could really move away from the spot I was standing at as I stood there staring in awe at how flawless she looks.

"Get out of my room now! And next time you decide you want to go inside someone's room, please knock on the door like a gentleman."she said, mad at me.

She practically was glaring dagger at me with her icy dark brown eyes which made me only gain more feeling between lust or something like my heart yearning for her Also as I started to think that her ex-boyfriend Matthew was the biggest idiot did not believe her and I knew it that I was right about him all along because what kind of man let a woman like her slipped out of his grasped not me.

For starters, she was the best type of woman ever who would put you in your place if you weren't careful whenever she said anything that had been on her mind for a very long time. In the meantime, I don't know if she had begun to know or gain some sense of our current situation and I can no longer the pain in her eyes from her being too strong as she has been for the past year fighting her own corners even if she didn't want me there then I would still continue to be showing up for her.

However, I planned a small distraction for her since she had been working too much between her studies, radio shows and her silent peaceful protest march standing against racism along with many other important things too. She needed to be remind that her life matters to other people as much as it mean to me so i won't let some low-life ruined her happiness because she deserve the very best life including a break from all of her stress overworked her at the moment and believe me, she need a little bit of a pick up. I got her to reschedule her internship shift at the hospital for us to go to a new restaurant that serves every kind of cheesecake or other dessert. Also some of the money I have saved up was spent on this restaurant and a boat that I won at last year's auction. I didn't rent out this boat for two good reasons: one was because I wanted her to be the first girl to have the first one who I take on my boat for a date and this was my favorite place to go to when life gets worse.

"Oh, believe me. I am many things but when it comes to you looking seductively beautiful when you're angry and then gentleman cards are off the table."i truthfully told her with a wicked smirk on my face.

I had reminded myself that she was going through a tough time and she doesn't need me to annoyed her any further than i already did but if anyone else could ever asked me today what was one of words that i could use to describe her, i would say that she was too beautiful beyond words to be describe by in words because Natalia Speilberg was simply a spectacular girl who always shine through her pain when she had been hurt by this world and she was one of the strongest people in the planet who i know so any man in the world would be lucky to love someone like her.

"I know you are as blunt as an unsharpened knife or as blunt as a hockey player like comes." she quipped to me.

Firstly, I don't know what else I could say to her without sounding like a complete moron even though I did wish that I could take all of her pain away to make life easier for her.

In additionally to this, I know her more than she thinks she knows herself because that is the thing about her, she gives other people life advice except for listening to her own ironically, she doesn't even seem to know how much her amazing advice had great impact on others to take them to greatest and i thinks it was time to give her the low down or let her see the true me.

Secondly, there were so many brilliant things that I did see in her, fFor example, she had impeccable potential as well as memories if only she could start to realize it herself despite, all the judgment that she was getting right now, I took a risk and finally decided to hug her in a short peaceful way to show her that I was here for her every single step of the way.

Hopefully, she wouldn't kick or push me away from her especially when we don't have the best track record of being polite or being in the same room as one another too.

"Look, I know we are never really that close as friends or anything like that but let me tell you a story about myself." I offered to tell her a story about my past.

Politely, I offered my hand for her to take to carefully assist her in walking out of my room as I began to dive into some part of my life story. Knowing that sometimes adulting and pretty much some people in life suck as well.

"Let me guess, you're going to tell me that you skipped school or missed a couple of hockey goals which you still are hiding the shame of so many years ago?" She assumed that my old problem wasn't so deep at all.

An exhaled, i looked straight at her dead in the eyes as i shrugged it off by telling her to get comfortable for my story about a younger me who face a few hardship/ difficult times due to the confusion about my races and the rude comments based off my skin complexion nonetheless,i wasn't all this confident, careless, awesome and incredibly charming ladies man that she see at the moment.

"No, actually it was about nine years ago when people used to call me oreo kid or they would be coming-up with unsmart words because I'm a mixed ray." I chuckled humorless at the bitter memories that no kid my age should ever go through at that age and continued. "They think I wasn't black enough for the black kids and white enough for the white kids either," I explained my story spark-notes version.

Flashback to nine years ago

At full speed, I hurried past my high school hallways with excitement ready to make some friends who love hockey or some memories in Broadwell High and experience everything that life as a teen had to offer me when a couple of guys walked past by talking about me not saying it to my face even though, I just brushed it off their comments as if it didn't affect me.

At the time I had done my introduction and when it was over everyone had put up their hands to began to ask a few questions about me but then two boys who had asked me what race I was or anything similar to that question while some made jokes about it that made me realised what a cruel world it was and I wasn't going to let those mean words get to me. So the next day, I went to school walking straight into the ice rink when I saw this other kid tying his skates he approached me.

Afterwards, he introduced himself as Grayson to me saying that the ice rink was his second home furthermore, we talked about our life and love of hockey as we bonded to become friends not knowing that he was the guy who stood up for us in front of everyone else. I will never forget that day when he said if you have a voice as loud as a lion then do not let the world tame you because free speech means that everyone else should get a chance to express them no matter how loud or proud they were.

Flashback over

"Woah, you went through all of that?" she asked me half surprise and sadness with a little bit of emotions in her eyes that must have changed.

Sadly, i watched her crying for me that i didn't expected her to now i was completely over the kind of stuff was left buried in my past which was ancient history for me even though, it deos crushed my heart to see or hear her crying about what happened to me a long time ago since the past was still left in past to me. Therefore, I wiped her tears aways from her eyes as I showed her a reassuring smile on my face knowing that I would do whatever it takes to keep her happy forever.

"Yes, and ever since Grayson and I have been close friends-."
She interjected me with an interesting question of hers. " why don't you just call him your best friend like other guys called them bros or dudes. Or are you one of those boys who are too scared to show their vulnerability and might lose their muscularity?" she sobered up from her crying to now be laughing at me.

All in all, i would do to pucking make her the freaking happiness girl in the world or laughed even if it mean that she was firing shot me with her mean remarks at me which does really affects me at all because i could handle whatever other people say about me like i was Iron man or Thor that shrugged off all of their hates or lames words too. Shake it off baby, that was my motto.

Pucking hate, how her exes treated her and her old unintelligent science Professor Mr Stone, furthermore, i would get him permanently fired from his job at working at our university as well as fight off all of her dimwit ex-boyfriends because she was better off without every single one of them truth be told i knew that she had greater potential to be deal with all this forking drama alongside this, i would let her win every games or every single arguments secretly too. There was a pucking line between love and hateship which was driving me insane as I was skirting around the ice balancing on my hockey skates and then I glided swiftly to the otherside just to get to her.

And then in a sudden thought of realization hits me that she was all that i wanted for the longest time in my life but unfortunately, the truth hurts me more than i would like to admit especially when i don't think i was ever entirely enough to actually be with someone who was insanely smart, and gorgeous girl like her that had incredible personality which i wasn't going to accept the fact that she hated my guts too. I was willing to prove to her that I was everything that she can ever want in a man relationship wise.

"Us guys aren't like you girls who are capable of expressing your emotions and open up your heart so easily with one to one talks without being judged."I explained that to her and in return she gave me one look that told me to shut up and stop being so arrogant for five minutes.

My dad did happen to tell me that it was a curse that made the McClellan men in our family line have ruined such a great day or things for us but now i started to realize it was their pride and masculinity that had stopped them from achieving such great things because they never ask for help ever.

"And why did you keep making me hate you more and everytimes with your stupid comments." Nataila pulled her hair behind her and then she seethed. " i hate you more so much right now."

There was no studpid curse. I didn't even believe in it.

At this moment she looks even more insanely hotter than the sun and I would have given anything in this moment to gently pull her close to me and kiss those irresistible lips of hers. This girl was too beautiful for the world to see as she stood here right in front of me but yet i saw everything that she was and could be. The reason why i was arrogant fool or mean to her was because whenever i see her, i felt like her whole entire being had affected my brain with her existing so close to me and i thought it was hilarious when she called me McArrogant or McAnnoying naming every single thing that she hate after me.

I winked at her and said "It must be the Holden McClellan signature special which is only for you, Spielberg."

Now she had turned around and walked away from me without saying a single word but i think it was because she had gotten too speechless from seeing my sexy i look.