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HISTORY
It has been a year since the accident. Nash developed a case of short-term memory. He's currently dev eloping his memory to where it used to be. So, forgetting things is part of the package. There's always going to be one thing he will never forget. The way his life took a turn and made him into the teen he is now. The weekend of a cold, bitter January. Nash had always been respectful towards girls. He was raised that way. It was always opening the door for them, pulling out chairs, giving them his jacket when they were cold. Though, that weekend, his life took an unexpected turn into the dark side.
The teen, who had turned thirteen in December, was sitting in his room. His attention was focused on the model airplane was working on. With all that attention fixated on that one thing, he hadn't heard his bedroom door creep open. Though, he did feel the breath on the back of his neck. "Artemis, you're such a creep," He muttered, turning around to face him. His eyes were staring at the empty space. This wouldn't have been the first time he imagined something, so he turned back around to continue with what he had been doing before. And, sitting on the desk with the plane in her hands was the unexpected visitor. "Put it down," Nash sighed, rolling his eyes. He wanted to keep his composure. Showing how badly he wanted to keep the plane safe would give the girl some sort of victory.
"You mean your plane?" The blond cooed, a smirk playing at her lips. She raised her hand over the desk, only holding the plane by the right wing. Playing with Nash's mind.
His eyes grew slightly wide, and he gulped. She won. He wasn't going to allow his plane to become pieces on his white carpet. "What do you want?" He questioned, keeping the frantic tone hidden with the fake curiousity dripping from his mouth.
She set the airplane on the desk, stepped off and sat on his lap, facing him. One hand was pressing lightly on the back of his neck, the other on his waistband. "Isn't it obvious? I want you," Her lips brushed against his ear as she spoke, sounding just the right amount of seductive. If anyone's lips could be full of poison, it'd be hers. Feeding him crap that he didn't believe. Hadn't she just gotten out of a relationship? Now she was using him as a rebound, but Nash was stubborn not to be a doormate. Welcome anytime, then walk all over him. It was a sick game she was playing at. And, Nash was sure he knew the reason. "Don't tell me you're jealous," His voice hinted disgust, furrowing his eyebrows. "I understand why you would be jealous. Your mom just couldn't keep her hands off my dad. How many times did he tell her he was married. Tons. And you're mom was married. But, his German accent just turned her on," Nash chuckled, shaking his head from side to side. "And, as I recall, your boyfriend was turned on by my mom, but he knew he couldn't have her. So, in the end, he broke up with and tried to settle with my sister. That didn't work out too well. Gosh, Jaesi, you're sure easy to piss off. Sorry to hear about the divorce, but my dad did the right thing." This time Nash was smirking, tying up all the events that happened throughout January.
Jaesi only laughed, seeming not to be phased by his words. "You're real smart, Nash. But, that's not why I'm doing this. I really do want you. All of you," Her lips pressed against his and her hand slowly slipped down his pants. "Do you want me?"
That was the weekend he completely changed, managing to do the nine girls that arrived for the party. Everyone of them got a little piece of Nash.
