You Are Kidding Me!

I'm sure you'd hyperventilate if you found that you're jumping from an only child to the brother of three siblings. Make the three new arrivals a tomboy, the new favourite in the family and the girl-you-fall-for-who-hates-you-at-first-sight, and you have the makings of a nightmare. Alas for Nathaniel K. Smith, its a living one.
Despite his usual tenacity, determination and way too vivid imagination, this is certainly beyond his wildest dreams. With his reputation on the line, will he be able to keep the terrifying additions to his family a secret?
Jeer, cheer, laugh or aww in this way too cheesy reminder that coincidences are never coincidences, love is never easy and not to ever wish life was less boring...


19. Chapter 18

Nathaniel's pov

History ought to stay buried in dusty textbooks and sunken ships, not appear and plague us in exams. I’m still sighing over my mistakes as I join Henry and George at the canteen table to gloomily consume food. Matthew isn’t here. He’s fallen prey to the flu- or so he claims- so the lucky thing can rest and relax while we slaved over the paper.
I soon forget my exam troubles and we laugh over George and Sophie’s epic get together. 
“Seriously guys, heartbreak is really the worst thing you can experience in your lifetime. Its like having your privates kicked, except your heart feels it.” George says in an astonishingly crude analogy and we roar. 

Just then, I see a familiar figure walk towards our table, and I immediately rise to greet him. “Hi Matthew, your cold got magically better once that History test was over this morning, huh?” I smirk. 
The guy lifts his head, and my smile disappears. For this is not Matthew. Sure, his looks are similar to him, he walks like him and even talks like him, but he’s definitely not the Matthew I’ve grown so close to.
Justin, Matthew’s brother, smiles at me. It is not a pleasant smile. It reeks of cunning and disturbingly, a hint of victory.
And I realise what he’s about to say, and lunge towards him, but I’m too late. 
“Well, guys, you’d might be interested to know that Nathaniel and Elizabeth have been living together for quite some time. 9 months, in fact.” Justin has backed away, still grinning, eyeing everyone’s expression. I freeze. His announcement is loud- too loud, deafening yet in slow motion. My head whips around as it registers on everyone’s faces. My gang have sprung up and out of their seats, but it is too late. 

There is silence. Every head is turned towards me. Everyone is stunned, some gaping, some whispering excitedly, some just… shocked. Everyone knows Elizabeth. She was popular the day she and her friends came around to meet up with us. I had to grind my teeth shut and clench my fists tight to not tear off the faces of the guys who tried to flirt with her.
Justin smirks as he looks at my expression. “Don’t act so shocked, little boy,” he drawls. “You know there would be payback sooner or later.”
He waggles a finger in front of me. “How is the little lover going to defend his beloved?”
It just bursts out of me. An instinct to deny something that can quickly snowball.

“No, I do not like her!”
Then I see the smug look on HIS face, the aghast expression on Matthew, the shocked look on George, the look of ‘uh oh you are doomed’ look on Henry.
I slowly turn and see Elizabeth there, among the boys, a rose among the thorns. She is clutching her bag for dear life, her skirt billowing up and down a little in the breeze of the fans.
I look at the pale, white, stunned face of the girl I don’t like- I love.
I take in what I’ve just said.
I take in what she’s just heard.
Her face just registers shock, and I wish it’ll remain that way, a blank untainted cloth, my words a message that has still not been sent.

But she gets it, and the confusion on remains for about half a second before the full ugly truth hits her.
“I came here to give you something.”
She places my lunch on the table.
“I’ll go.”
The words are still abnormally calm, quiet. No choking, no crying, no rage. It just makes me feel worse.
No, no. NO. I want to reach out to her, tell her I didn’t mean it, tell her it was said in the heat of the moment.
But she pulls back,
turns her back,
steps back,
and then walks away.
I wish girls didn’t take things so seriously..

Something snaps in me. Perhaps it was because of the groping incident and the pain he caused Elizabeth. Perhaps it is because he is a complete a-hole. Perhaps its the expression on her face I saw fleetingly just seconds before.
White hot anger sears in me, and I’m pummeling him, hitting him as hard as my fists can, mustering all the rage in my body to lash out at him.
Unfortunately, it is all in vain.
He steps away, nearly unharmed, laughing at my outrage.
“So long!” He mimes kissing and runs off briskly. He waves at a group of his mates and they go off together
There is silence.




(for about ten seconds)





And then the room explodes. Rumours are spreading faster than wildfire, everyone absorbing the news and exaggerating it, stretching and twisting Elizabeth and me.
“I knew she was hiding something behind that pretty face of hers.”
“Honestly, how can they stay together? Did something happen to her family!”
“How shameless of Nathaniel! And I thought more highly of Elizabeth.”
“I don’t suppose they’ve slept together?”
“Slut. Whore.”
The room spins, and turns, but all I can see is her face.
Is this heartbreak? Because this is definitely far, far worse than being kicked anywhere.
I’m hurting, lost, and alone.




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