Nessa
I wasn't sure why I thought I made myself clear to Nash last night enough that he would leave me alone, but I guess I hadn't. When I stepped out of my building this morning, I was glad that I had dressed warm. Fall had really sat in and the cold temperatures where enough to make me shiver and thank the stars that I had decided to wear my wine-colored chunky sweater this morning.
That was until I made my way halfway through the courtyard and got distracted by the irritating, overly enthusiastic laughter coming from none other than the b***h who had tried to stake her claim on Nash the day before. Only this time, her laughter wasn't because she was tormenting me.
But because of something Nash had said to her.
His arms were circled around her waist while he sat upon his bike, her fa
