Broken Hill High (Broken Hill High #1)(32)

“Oh, come on,” he says. “Don’t act like you don’t know ‘the look’.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Please enlighten me, oh wise one.”

Jesse walks by us with the girl still in his arms, trying to give us a wide birth as to not have to deal with our bickering again, but unfortunately for him, it’s never that easy. Nate launches out and grips him around the front of his shirt before pulling him in front of me. “Explain to her what ‘the look’ is.”

“Oh,” Jesse laughs. “That’s an easy one. It’s how you chicks let us know you’re down.”

“What?” I grunt.

“Yeah,” he says with a smirk. “You’ve got a killer look. It’s all in your eyes. It’s enough to make any red-blooded man har-” Nate gives him a hard shove, pushing him away and cutting off the crude thing he was about to say before he looks down at me expectantly.

“You’re an idiot,” I tell him.

“A thank you would be nice,” he says in a smug tone.

“You don’t deserve a thank you. What if I wanted to go with him?”

His jaw clenches and his dark eyes narrow. “Now who’s being an idiot.”

“You’re impossible,” I tell him, wanting nothing more than to stomp my foot and cross my arms, so instead of embarrassing myself, I just huff and storm away, which I realize, after the fact, that I’ve still managed to embarrass myself.

With my party spirit broken, I say goodnight to Courtney and Bec before heading for the stairs. “Where do you think you’re going?” Jesse calls out behind me. “The party is only just getting started.”

I shake my head. “I’m out,” I tell him.

He shrugs his shoulders. “Suit yourself,” he says before giving all his attention to the keg that he and Tyson are trying to bust open.

I head up the stairs and get just outside of my room when I hear moans and Maxen’s name being called out by my best friend. I let out a sigh, realizing that they’re in my bed.

I walk further up the hallway until I can’t hear them anymore and lean against the wall before sliding all the way down to the ground. I guess this is where I’ll be staying tonight.

I pull out my phone as my Kindle is in my room and pull up my Kindle app before getting lost in my book. I must be up here for at least an hour when Nate makes an appearance at the top of the stairs in a soaking wet shirt. “What the fuck are you doing?” he questions as he takes me in, sprawled out on the floor.

“Reading,” I tell him.

His eyebrows pull down. “I forgot you did that,” he tells me. “Why the hell are you doing it out here?” Just then, Brooke screams out Maxen’s name again and there’s no longer a need for my response. “Right, ok,” he says as he walks to his door and unlocks it. “You might as well sleep in my bed. Max is going to have her in there all night.”

I gawk at him. “There’s no way I’m sleeping in your bed.”

“It’s not like I’m going to be in there with you,” he tells me with a grunt.

I consider it for a moment. I’m super tired and I’m terrified of falling asleep on the ground up here during a party. I mean, you never know what kind of losers will be wandering around. But then, could I really take another person’s bed? Of course, I can. “Fine,” I say as I get myself up off the floor.

He opens the door and I follow him in. Nate goes straight for his closet while I study his bed. “Are you going to keep looking at it or were you going to get in?”

I cringe as I continue looking at it and realize that there could have been hundreds of girls in here. With that thought, I start pulling all the sheets off his bed. “What are you doing?” he questions as he rips his shirt off and starts pulling on another.

“I’m happy for you to sleep in pools of your own DNA, but I won’t be doing it.”

He rolls his eyes and I keep working until the mattress is completely bare. I smile at my handiwork before climbing on. “Here,” Nate says.

I turn around just in time to see a shirt flying towards me. I reach out and pluck it out of the sky. “What’s this for?” I question.

“Something to sleep in,” he says. “I doubt you’ll be comfortable in a bikini.”

I look down and realize he’s right. “Thanks,” I murmur.

He nods his head and a second later, he’s out the door.

I close the door behind him before going into his bathroom and getting myself ready for bed. I pull his shirt over my head and find that I really like how it feels against my skin. Though it’s not the fabric I like, it’s the fact that it’s his.

Shit. What’s happening to me?

I get myself comfortable in bed and squish my head into his pillows.

I’m just about asleep when the door flies open before Ashley comes barging in. She stops in her tracks and looks me over in her boyfriend’s bed, wearing her boyfriend’s shirt. “You slut,” she yells as her face goes bright red.

She storms out before giving me a chance to explain and I start to get up to go after her when I realize that I don’t actually care. She’s not my problem and I haven’t done anything wrong. This is all on Nate.

Feeling good about that decision, I close my eyes and finally drift off to sleep.