#nickrobinson

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Halsey’s voice was blasting through your room as you picked out your favorite jacket from your closet, laying it ready on your bed to grab it later. A frustrated groan came from the small bathroom that was connected to Lily and your little apartment. The two-bedroom apartment was the best luck Lily and you had as it was much bigger than the usual dorms around the campus and had a bathroom included.

“What’s wrong?“ you called out, checking your make-up one last time in the small mirror on Lily’s vanity.

Lily stormed out the bathroom, aggressively tying up her hair to a ponytail. “My hair won’t curl,“ she exclaimed. “Why now? I wanted to look my best tonight.“

“Relax,“ you told her, stepping closer to her and tried to fix her hair by pulling out a few strands to frame her face and tightening the rest of the pony. “You look as pretty as always. And no matter what, Dylan will appreciated it.“

“You’re sure?“

You smiled at her, nodding. Lily’s mouth twitched to a smile too, in response.

“Why do you guys even want to spent your half-year anniversary at this party?“ you questioned her.

It had been half a year ever since Lily and Dylan started dating and were cheesy-worthy celebrating their half-year-anniversary tonight, however their plans weren’t going to the movies or eating at a nice restaurant. No, instead they wanted to go a party with you, especially after you were so down for it. What they didn’t know, was that you weren’t excited to be able to celebrate with them together, but to do things in your own interest.

“Because Dylan and I have been trying to drag you to every party and you never wanted to go. Now you do, so we need to take advantage of that.“ she explained, checking herself one last time in the mirror. “Besides, I didn’t want to do something too cheesy, or else, maybe Dylan will get sick of my clingy ass.“

You shook your head, “He probably won’t. He’s much more clingy than you are.“

Lily chuckled, turning around to you. For the first time, she seemed to notice the effort you’d put on to look decently. “You look stunning,“ she gasped. “Since when do you dress up like that? That eyeliner is a killer.“

Shrugging, you tried to brush it off. “I just felt like it.“

Lily grinned brightly. “Well lady, then feel like it more often.“

You push her forward to the door, grabbing her jacket and purse and your things to finally leave. “Come on, Dylan is probably waiting for us.“

* * * * *

Your heart raced as you walked besides Lily and Dylan to the frat house, in which the party was being held at. It had been only a week since you had sworn to a deal that you still weren’t so sure about, but there was no way you would back up from it.

This morning, you had hoped that Lily would want to do something more romantic, meaning that you could go to the party on your own, but now that she was so keen on going with you, the hiding game was on again. On top of all bad things, Dylan announced to you that all the other boys from the lacrosse team were meeting you there. Meaning you needed to be very good at hide and seek.

You hadn’t heard any from him the past week. After he had the idea of the deal, the two of you were interrupted by a drunken pair that was trying to find a room for themselves. Leaving separately, you had nothing but his word, and when you woke up the next morning, you wished you would have at least asked him for his phone number. Now you had another chance as there was another party at his frat house.

Others greeted you by just handing you their cups as you entered the house. This frat party was non different to all the other parties, the people were turning into groups again. There was alcohol everywhere, as well as the heavy bass music that followed you everywhere you would go in this house.

Dylan greeted the others from his team as you put the cup you’d been given down on a table, surely not drinking out of it, and skimmed through the crowd. It was no secret that you were only looking for him. Let alone, the thought of seeing him again was driving you insane. Every fiber of your body was desperate to be with him, to feel his touch, to hear his furious sighs and those beautiful moans.

You cursed yourself in your head. You weren’t doing yourself a favor, thinking about any of this.

“Wanna get something to drink?“ Lily asked you, grabbing your arm and glancing slightly uncomfortable around the crowd. Without at least a little alcohol, she seemed to survive no party, so you decided to do her a favor and try and find the kitchen together with her.

The kitchen was filled with people who stood around the mass of alcohol, pouring themselves something new into their cups every two minutes. Lily let out a happy sigh, grabbing a cup and pouring in it the next best thing. For a moment, you felt the need to question her doings, but you didn’t, instead you let her return with a grin on her face back to her boyfriend.

You didn’t see any of the Creek’s boys anywhere, at least not the ones who played on the lacrosse team, that’s why you followed your best friend back to Dylan. The boys all had their cups already, expect our drivers.

“Have you seen Robinson?“ Dylan suddenly asked one of his teammates, causing her heart to drop right to your stomach.

He shook his head, “No, but he’s probably somewhere around here. That’s his frat.“

Intrigued by the question why Dylan was asking about Nick, you dared to ask, “Why are you looking for him?“

Dylan put his arm around Lily. His face switched from happy to miserable. “Just some quarterback stuff.“

You raised a brow, but Dylan ignored it and rather concentrated on his girl. Alright, if he didn’t want to talk, you were sure that Nick would—meaning if you ever found him. You lamely excused yourself by Lily to go to the bathroom as you walked into the busy crowd of the living room to look after him.

People danced all around you, or more likely were grinding on each other. Others were playing beer pong or talking loudly. You looked around, hoping to finally find him, as suddenly a voice yelled over the music, “Hey you,“

You looked up, catching Nick leaning against the railing surrounded by his teammates, looking down at you from the second floor. His gaze was fixed at you as he put the cup to his mouth to drink. Feeling thrown back to the last party where the two of you made the deal, you simply starred at him. His mouth twitched to a smirk, and you couldn’t help yourself but to grin back at him.

A simple nod from him made you move toward the stairs to walk upstairs to him. Your heartbeat was racing with every step. You had no idea what Dylan could’ve possibly want from Nick and you knew that your friends were down there, who probably would hate to find out about this deal,  as well as his all of his teammates but all that was on your mind now was Nick. You only cared about Nick and seeing him again.

Your eyes were fixed on Nick as you walked toward him. It took all of you to calm yourself. Although you had made a deal with him, you had no idea if he still wanted it.

What a week without any notice can turn you into.

“Hey,“ you simply said, in return to his earlier.

“I didn’t know you’d come,“ he replied, “but I’m glad you did.“

Ignore the weak knees. It’s stupid.

“Yeah, I came—with the entire team.“

Nick sighed, yet he kept up the smile, “Wanna go to my room to talk?“

“Gladly.“

You followed Nick through the long hallway of different rooms until you reached the last one, which he opened up with a key. “Don’t want anyone hooking up in my bed,“ he explained, making you quietly chuckle. No one else was allowed to hook up in his bed, besides himself—and last time, he did it with you. If there wasn’t someone else since then.  

You quickly stopped yourself from thinking about that and rather took the time to look around. The last time you were in this room, you had too much to drink and something more important to do than to look at the things around. It was simple decorated, but there was definitely more effort behind it than a usual frat room.

“So,“ he said it too long, “how have you been?“

You turned back to him, glancing at him while awkwardly pushing your hands into your tiny jeans pockets. “Good, been studying. A lot.“

“Why?“

For a moment you hesitated, thinking about being honest to him, but you wouldn’t give into that. “It’s exam season.“

“Yeah maybe,“ he replied, “but that’s not the reason, isn’t it? So, why?“

“To get my mind off of things.“ you admitted, sighing. This got him right on the hook, you could see it in his face, how it lightened up and how he was trying his utter best not to smirk at what you just said. “I never said that it had anything to do with you.“

Nick stepped closer to you. “But I’m pretty sure it does.“

It was ridiculous how he could stand there, being awkward and shy for one second, and in the next moment he turned into this confident, charmingly cocky version of himself the next. But of course, he was right. It all had to do with him, and you hated to admit it. You hated how power he had over you, although he hadn’t done much to gain it.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you closer. In surprise, you put your hands on his chest, glancing at him wordlessly, and he surprised you even more as he said, “If I’m being honest, I couldn’t stop thinking about you either.“

You smiled at him, ignoring how the pace of your heartbeat and everything surrounding the two of you. Now, you were just dying to feel his lips on yours again.

Nick bowed down to you, having his face so close to yours that you could feel his breath. Your body was screaming to be closer to him, begging you to finally close the little distance. But Nick’s body seemed to be screaming after yours too, as his lips crashed onto yours.

Grabbing his shirt, you pulled him closer, intensifying the kiss. His lips were just like you remembered them. His hands slid down your waist to your hips, grabbing them hard to pull them against his. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, as if they had always belonged together.

It was so easy to stop caring about everything else. You didn’t care about the fact that your best friend and her boyfriend were downstairs, probably looking for you. No, in fact, the thought of might getting caught thrilled you more than you liked to admit. The thrill overcome you so much that you let go of his shirt, stripping down your jacket, letting fly somewhere onto the ground.

Nick broke off the kiss, breathing heavily. You glanced at his plump lips and his reddened cheeks. It was just the breath of a moment before Nick grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his shirt as well as you did, revealing yourself to him in one of your best bras that cupped your breasts just right.

“Fuck,“ he let out, “I almost forgot how beautiful you are.“

It was a silly comment, but it boosted your confidence immensely. You stepped closer to him, which he happily greeted by pulling you back against him. Nick put his warm mouth on your neck and let it wander towards your ear as he exhaled deeply against your skin. As you stretched your neck, you gave him more space to place his soft, yet daring kiss all over. He sucked on the spot he figured out you liked, making you grab his arms hard and even lured a soft moan out of your mouth.

Suddenly, the door flew open, revealing one of his teammates. “Hey man—holy shit,“

Your eyes widened, feeling frozen for a moment before a shriek escaped your lips and you pushed yourself ashamed behind Nick.

“I’m sorry, man, didn’t mean—“

“Just go,“ Nick told him off, having him leaving Nick’s room the second after. He turned around to you, touching your cheeks to make you look up to him. “Well, that was embarrassing.“

You were confused between wanting to yell after him or laugh at this entire situation. “Didn’t you lock the door?“ you asked him, pressing your lips together not to laugh about this.

Nick looked away in embarrassment. “Will you believe me if I say I forgot at the sight of you?“

You narrowed your eyes. “No, not really.“

His mouth twitched to a cute grin. “But it’s the truth.“

“Maybe we shouldn’t hook up when the entire team is here.“

“Perhaps we shouldn’t,“ he agreed, taking his shirt that you held up for him. The two of you got dressed again, quietly chuckling about it. “But this time, you won’t leave without giving me your number, will you?“

* * * * *

You walked out of the library as your phone buzzed in your jeans pocket. Awkwardly, you tried to handle carrying the books in your arms as you pulled out your phone, expecting to see the photos Lily wanted to see you. After a few drinks at the party, Lily told you that she would have loved it if Dylan had taken her to their favorite spot for a date but she didn’t want to be the one to ask him.

Being the good friend that you were, you gave Dylan a heads up. Some boys were ready to lay the world in front your feet, but they didn’t have the ability yet to see what was going on in their girls’ head.

Lily was over the moon when he asked at the party for the date, explaining that the party was great but a date would be even better. Since then she was stressing herself what to wear and had asked you if she could sent you some options while you were studying at the library.

Your arms almost let go off the books. The message wasn’t from her.

FROM: Nick

Are you free tonight?

Your heart doubled its beat. It had been almost a week since you last saw each other. Although you had finally exchanged numbers, it hadn’t been easier to see each other. In-between studying for exams and his lacrosse practices, there was no time to fit in a secret date. That was the first hurdle, after that you would have to find the perfect lie to tell Lily, knowing that she was going to be all up your business if there was the slightest possibility that you might have a date.

You held in for a moment. Lily would be out with Dylan tonight which meant you didn’t have to make up a good white lie.

TO: Nick

Yes

FROM: Nick

Meet me 8 pm at the campus parking lot

Staring at the booty-call like message, you didn’t know what to feel. But what did you expected? A heartfelt invite to a date? No, this was what secretly dating looked like, and perhaps felt like—like pure confusion. Now not alone Lily was having trouble with finding an outfit but you did too.

* * * * *

You stood in the parking lot like an idiot, feeling embarrassed by being all dressed up when you hadn’t even a clue for which car you should look out for. What was even worse was the nervous feeling of unknown. You had no idea what he had planned. Maybe he was coming around not even having a plan, maybe he just wanted to hook up another time.

Fuck, you had no idea what you were even doing here.

This was College and when you’re in College, you do stupid things that you possibly regret your entire life or laugh about it when you’re older, right? Overthinking was your worst enemy, because just now you realized that you barely even knew Nick. Besides knowing the rivalry of your respective friend groups, you only knew him physically better than most people. But you had no clue what his favorite color was or what he was even studying. You knew nothing about him as a person.

Just as you tried your best to calm down, a car drove onto the parking lot and came to stop right next to you. You breathed in deeply, before leaning down to the rolled down window.

You wanted to greet him, however, any words got stuck in your throat as you looked at him. Nick was smiling calmly, yet confidently at you. He looked like he had gotten fresh out of the shower as his hair was slightly curly and messy at the top where it was longer. The dark blue hoodie was complimenting him better than you’d ever imagine.

”Hey, sorry I’m late.“ he apologized, leaning over to open up the door for you to get in the car. ”My roommate, Mitch, was keeping me up with his endless stories.“

At least, he was honest why he was late instead of lying and telling you that the traffic was fault. You got in the car, sitting rather awkwardly next to him in the passenger seat. Why did you have to overthinking every single thing yet again and make things awkward?

Nick seemed to notice the strange tension too, asking, “You okay?“

Unlike other boys you had dated in the past, he had never tried to make you believe something else that wasn’t true. From the beginning, he and you had been nothing but honest to each other about your intentions. You guessed that feelings counted to that too. Being weird about your situation now wouldn’t help it at all.

“Look, I know this going to sound stupid since I agreed to this—“ you held in to find the right word, “unusual commitment, but—“

“You’re don’t want it anymore?“

“What?“ you glanced perplexed at him, needing a few seconds to get what he was thinking. “No, no, not at all. I just… I was just asking myself what we’re doing here. I don’t know you at all, yet you still make me want to take off your clothes right now.“

The grin on Nick’s face only widened, hearing you express your frustrations. “But I thought that was exactly what we’re trying to do. To get to know each other. I mean, beyond our overly insane bodies.“

“You did not just say ’overly insane’, did you?“

”I did, because it’s the truth.“ he replied. “Why do you worry, Y/N? Look, I won’t hold it against you if you don’t want to get to know me.“

“No, I want to. Trust me. I’m just overthinking.“

Nick flashed you a sympathetic smile. “It’s okay, don’t worry. I’ve been thinking a lot too.“ he told you. “You seriously don’t want to know how long I needed to bring myself to just text you.“

You raised a brow, not quite believing what he had just told you. “The infamous Nick Robinson can be insecure?“

He started the motor of his car again, murmuring, “Believe me, he can. More than he likes to admit.“  

In this very moment, you weren’t worried at all. Not even about where you would even go. You breathed out, feeling the tension leaving your body. You trusted Nick—no overthinking that, and  now looking at him, the thing you suddenly wanted the most was to get to know the Nick underneath all the lacrosse fame and crazy rumors.

* * * * *

You watched the street lights fading the side-view mirror as Nick drove you two through the city until you came to a stop. You hadn’t talked much during the drive and instead you had listened to the music from his phone, feeling like you were already getting to know him by the different songs he had in his playlist.

Pushing yourself up in the passenger seat, you looked around. Nick had parked his car in a completely empty parking lot. You eyed him closely.

”You’re not going to hurt me, aren’t you?“

The question was as quick out of your mouth as you had thought of it. Your glance met Nick’s, who was shaking his head. ”No, I am not.“ he said, softly. “To be honest, I didn’t know if you wanted to go out or rather keep this between us a secret from the public. So, I tried to meet the middle. Come on out.“

You unbuckled your seatbelt, jumping out of the car. Nick walked around his car, opening up the trunk, only to return with blankets and a basket. You eyed the basket in his hand and then looked back to him, questioning.

A shy smile formed on his lips. “I was thinking of a picnic. If you don’t want to—“

“No, Nick, stop. Your idea is great. I haven’t had a picnic in forever.“ you assured him quickly, taking the blankets from him.

Nick took the opportunity of now having a free hand to grab yours and pull you with him. Smiling  brightly him, you let him lead the way over from the parking lot over to the dark facade. When you walked around it, you noticed where you were standing.

“Is this the Creek’s lacrosse field?“

Still not letting go of your hand, he pulled you to the benches. “Yes, sorry if it’s cheesy, but I thought it would be a good place, given that I can technically show a place that’s important to me.“

“Good thinking,“ you said, putting down one blanket on the bench for him and you to sit comfortably on.

Although one might find this idea was too easy of an idea, he had put a lot more thought to it that you had expected him to do. In all fairness, you hadn’t expected anything as this between him and you was confusing enough. You only had these short moments with him before, never getting the chance to truly get to know him, which kept you day-dreaming and hoping. You wanted more from this, you didn’t know what exactly but right now, your heart wasn’t satisfied enough.

Nick started unpacking the basket, telling you what he brought, “Since we’re already being so honest, I can’t cook for my dear life. That’s why I made us sandwiches and bought some fresh strawberries. I have some toppings and bowls too. I also got pudding, if you like that.“

He stumbled over his words under his breathe, trying very obviously to hide the cause of his red cheeks.

”Are you still nervous?“ you asked bluntly, much out of curiosity.

He put down the packed sandwiches. ”Is it that obvious?“

”A little bit,“ you laughed. ”But why? Whenever I saw you before, you weren’t nervous at all. What’s so different now?“

”I don’t know,“ he replied, laying down the food between you on the top of the basket. ”This just feels different. This isn’t texting or meeting each other half-drunk at a party, this is us, sober with a clear head, one to one. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been on an actual date, so now I honestly feel a little overwhelmed.“

”Why?“

He glanced at you so sudden that a shiver ran from your fingers to your head, tingling on your body. ”I don’t have the need to impress you or be someone I’m not, somehow. I just want you to get to know you. That’s what I want, I wanna know everything about you.”

”You can,“ you said, ”as long as I get to know the Nick behind all the lacrosse hype and rumors.“

Nick laughed wholeheartedly, handing you a sandwich. ”There are rumors about me?“

Taking the sandwich from you, you answered, ”Oh, tons! You wouldn’t believe what let alone some girls said to you at the last game.“

”What did they say?“

“I’m not going to tell you. It will only push your ego. I didn’t even know you or heard any rumor, until I knew who you were. Then you were suddenly everywhere I went. My best friend’s boyfriend and his team talked about you. The girls in the library, or random people at our campus café. People do know your name, Robinson.“

You took a bite from his sandwich, being surprised by how good it was. He may not know how to properly cook, but he could make a dang good sandwich.

”Robinson now, huh?“ he teased you, followed by shuddering his shoulders. ”I don’t know, I guess people like to talk.”

”Don’t you ever hear things about you? I’d go crazy if I knew people talked about me.“

“You don’t like being talked about you? What a disappointment. People should talk about you all the time.“

You frowned at him, shaking your head. “Smooth, Robinson, smooth move.“

Earning a smile from him, you both ate your sandwiches. Sitting there on the benches while watching the sun setting over the lacrosse field, you found yourself randomly at a place of peace. The hectic from the studying of the past weeks had vanished as well as the heavy feeling of not knowing what that between Nick and you was.

You still hadn’t an answer for your last question, but right now, you didn’t feel like you needed one. Sitting here with him was enough.

You talked about anything you could come up with. What your families were like, what you wanted to be as a kid, if pineapple on pizza was a crime or not, continuing fighting about pineapple on pizza. Together you shared the strawberries he had picked, which were some of the biggest you had ever seen. They were delicious, especially with the chocolate topping he had brought along.

The sun had set over the field, only leaving between the lights of the streets that barely shone near you but it was still warm und quiet around you.

You had your head laying in Nick’s lap, looking up at him. ”Did you always wanted to play lacrosse?“

”I started out in Middle School, continued on in High School and then I just didn’t know a world where I didn’t play lacrosse. I like it, although I hate the constant fighting in-between the matches. You would actually believe it’s far worse at a match, but it isn’t. It’s worse at stupid parties and other public events. Everyone starts to think too much of themselves, as if being a good lacrosse player suddenly makes you some kind of celebrity. It’s just shitty nonsense.“

You pressed your lips together, not knowing what to say. This was how you even got in this position the first place. The rivalry between the Creek’s and your college was enormous, giving that the two College’s were only a town apart. Lily’s boyfriend Dylan and his team hated Nick’s team, and somehow Dylan had a special dislike when it came to Nick.

It was silly that you feared being with Nick. Deep down in your heart, you knew that you already cared too much about him and wanted to be with him. Nonetheless, whenever you spent a second thinking about this small possibility, a crushing fear overcame you. Dylan wouldn’t approve it, so what the hell one might think. What did Dylan had to say about your relationship?

You didn’t care what he had to say, however, you knew how much Lily loved him. She would do anything for him, even if it was him telling her not to be your friend anymore. The lacrosse team were your friends. Those were the people you’ve spent your summer days with whenever you couldn’t go home. It were the guys you protected at parties when you had a or two drink too much. It were the guys who built up your tent during your weekend trips.

Being with Nick meant risking losing all your friends. Was that worth it?

You reached up to his cheek with your hand, caressing a moment later. It was so dark around you, you could barely make out his expression, yet you could still see the confusion written all over his face for the breath of a moment. He then gave in, leaning into your hand.

There was so much you just wanted to say to him. You wanted him to understand why you were so torn, why you couldn’t just hold his hand and walked to the next party. You wanted him to never leave.

Suddenly, you heard voices coming close to you, shrieking in Nick’s lap. Instinctively, he held onto you, keeping you from falling off the bench. Not trying to make much noise, you sat up again, glancing at Nick who seemed as caught off-guard as you were. The voices became from the behind the benches, right from the parking lot.

”I can’t wait to bust their asses next week. They fucking deserve it.“ a voice exclaimed, followed by  various spray sounds.

Yet again, you looked over to Nick who looked fuming. Holding his finger onto his lips, he signaled you to be quiet before he started to move further up the benches until he was right at the top.

”Be quick, Jackson. We still need to drown that fucking field.“ you heard a familiar voice. It had already daunted on you who the person behind the many voices were.

Quietly, you climbed over the benches to get up where Nick was standing. Looking down the wall, your suspicion was proven to be right. Matt and the others from your college’s lacrosse team stood in front of the training building, spraying on the wall.

“Yo G, isn’t that Robinson’s car?“

The other guys stopped spraying, turning around to Mitchell who stood right by Nick’s car.

”Fucking hell, it is.“ Jackson said. “Mitch, might as well give his car a good spray too.“

“I’m gonna bust their asses.“ Nick said, angrily, turning away from you.

Instantly, you grabbed his arm. ”You can’t go down there.“

”Why not?”

“Because there are six guys who all hate your fucking guts, Nick. What do you want to do? Have a chat with them? Or better, getting beaten up?” you whisper-yelled at him.

But Nick wasn’t going to be stopped. He freed his arm from your grip, only saying, ”I’m not going to let them win either, Y/N.“

Leaving you behind on the benches, he thundered his way down the steps, not caring a bit about what could possibly happen. You knew Gavin, Mitchell and the others well enough to know that they didn’t care either. Whatever Nick would do, they wouldn’t be feared, especially not by Nick on his damn own.

You looked down at Gavin and the others, fearing what was about to go down. Nick was absolutely insane to run into them, catching them by their illegal doings. But what would you do? Just stand there and see what happens to him?

Fuck.

You ran down the stairs of the benches, trying to catch up with Nick, however you were already too late as multiple voices resounded.

”Hey!“ you heard Nick yell, causing you to run even faster.

”Is that Robinson?“

”That’s mother-fucking Robinson.”

“The fuck do you pieces of shit want here?“ Nick spit out, sounding totally different what he had just said earlier. You stopped in your tracks, distant enough to still see what was happening without being seen.

Nick stood without fear right in front of Mitchell who towered like a giant over him. Mitchell smiled amused down to him, probably knowing that he was having the upper hand in this situation.

”We were just having a little fun, nothing more.“

“Little fun, huh?“ Nick questioned, no backing up. “So, spraying other’s property is your definition of fun.“

”Yeah, I think so. Isn’t it, boys?“ Mitchell asked, looking in the round of his group. ”What are you gonna do? Call the police?“

Gavin and the others laughed at their quarterback’s comment. Your heartbeat picked up so fast, you could almost feel it getting stuck in your throat.

In-between gritted teeth, Nick replied aggressive, ”No. I’m gonna beat your ass at the game, like a fair player, but if you’re so keen on it, I will do it right now, right here.“

You wanted to yell at the top of your lungs at Nick for being so stupid. As if it had been an invitation, Mitchell’s boys came closer, surrounding Nick at last. You didn’t know them as brutal guys, yet again if you were being honest, you didn’t know them at all. You only knew the nice facade they kept up to have a good reputation at your college.

“Very confident, Robinson. Actually, I admire you, it must be hard to be that stupid to think you have a chance against six guys.“

”I ain’t scared of you.“

”Maybe you should be.”

Mitchell’s words were as quick as his fist had snapped forward, hitting Nick directly on his nose. Stumbling a few steps backwards, he kept himself up on his feet. Falling on the ground would be his worst mistake. Nick was quick to hit back, however, Mitchell was only waiting for him to fight back.

This wouldn’t end well, no matter how it would end. There were only bad options.

Gavin was about to hit Nick in his back, making you lose all your nerves. He stopped, letting his fists down, looking right in your direction. Mitchell had grabbed Nick by his collar, doing just the same, staring over to you.

You had yelled out their names to make them stop hurt Nick, revealing yourself in the process to them. In your head, there were thousands screams, signaling you that once you would go further into the light, it was over. Mitchell and the others would put two and two together, realizing that you were here with their rivalry, Nick. You would possibly lose Lily, you would lose all your friends, but you didn’t care.

You couldn’t let them hurt him.

Walking over to him, you pushed aside every worrying thought in your head. There was only one thing you cared about now.

”Mitchell!” you yelled. ”Let him the fuck go!“

”Oh shit,“ it came out of Gavin’s mouth as he realized that the voice in the dark had been yours. Mitchell looked equally shocked to see you there. As it seemed, it was crystal-clear how pissed you were as he let go of Nick’s collar, pushing him away. You stepped closer to Nick, wanting to shield him from Mitchell.

A dry laughter escaped Mitchell’s lips. ”You’re kidding, right? The fuck are you doing here, Y/N?“

You felt your lungs tightened, there seemed to be no air to breathe anymore. The anxiety inside you was suffocating you, but the words still came out of your mouth. ”I was on a date, until you asses decide to ruin it by coming here and doing the fuck know I. Spraying on walls? Since when are you guys that damn childish?“

”Maybe I should ask you since when you’re playing on the wrong side?“

His glare was colder than ever. You hold it, not daring to look away now. He was not winning this.

”That’s none of your fucking business what I do, Mitchell. Take your fucking dogs and leave, before I bust all your asses and you’ll be sorry for.“

Mitchell nodded derisively. “Okay, whatever you want. Just know you’ve played yourself, Y/N.“

Without another word, the boys grabbed their stuff and jumped into the cars, leaving the parking lot with roaring engines and squeaky tires. You stood there still with tears forming in your eyes. The cold night wind suddenly hit you hard, as if everything you’ve ever had just left.

You blinked away any coming tears, quickly wiping those away, which were already rolling down your cheeks. Turning around to Nick, you saw his running bloody nose.

“You need to go let that checked.“ you simply said, breathing in deeply. “Go sit in your car and hold onto your nose. I’ll grab our stuff and drive you to the next hospital.“

“It’s fine.“

You looked at him, this time meeting his wordless glance. “That wasn’t a question. Go.“

Turning back around, you wanted to go back to the benches to grab his basket, the food and the blankets. However, Nick’s voice was keeping you from moving for a moment.

“Are you okay?“ he asked you, sounding sincere.

“Yeah, sure.“ you replied, walking away to the benches.