3. He Is So Disgusting
1082 Words
Emma POV
"Excuse me?" I furrowed my brow. Why is this boy so impolite. "Why don't you use your own car?" I asked.
"My car broke down," Nathan replied. A few seconds later, he looked at me. I felt so awkward. Why was I like this? Was it because I saw him doing something very personal? I didn't intend to peek. I just saw him by accident.
Nathan was so handsome. He was young, and his skin was very tight. In his twenties, I must admit he had a nice body.
"What are you looking at?" Nathan asked. "Get the car running. Let's go."
"Oh, yeah." Like hypnotized, I just did what Nathan said. I drove my car to the house.
On the way, I didn't dare say anything. Of course, what happened when I first moved in was very embarrassing. I understood that such things were normal, but seeing a man younger than me in that condition was strange.
Nathan didn't talk much, either. Instead, he was busy with his phone. I hope he's not looking at porn right now. I'd feel bad if he did.
"Why did you move to Forks?" Nathan asked suddenly.
I wasn't prepared to answer that question. There were so many things that brought back bad memories of my ex-husband that made me feel uncomfortable.
I just smiled at Nathan. I hoped he understood that I didn't want to answer his question.
"You want to start a new life here apparently," Nathan answered his own question.
I quickly turned to Nathan. I thought he was pretty smart but also a bit too presumptuous. I was his lecturer. Why would he want to ask about something personal?
"My dad's having a party on Saturday. Come over." Nathan invited me.
"Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrows. "I mean. We don't really know..."
"You're the new neighbour in the neighbourhood. So, no problem if you come. I invited you." Nathan emphasized.
"You? Inviting me?" I stifled a laugh.
"Why do you have that expression? Do you think I'm joking?" He asked. I saw the annoyed expression on Nathan's face.
"No, no, no. It's not like that. Why didn't your dad invite me? Why should you?"
Nathan sighed. He didn't continue this conversation. Instead, he turned his gaze in another direction.
"He doesn't know you yet. You should adapt and get to know the neighbourhood, Miss." Nathan commented.
I found it amazing because I had never had a conversation with someone younger than me. To be honest, this intrigued me. There was something that caught my attention about this young man. Nathan didn't look like a childish young man.
It didn't take long before we arrived at the housing complex where we lived. I stopped my car in front of Nathan's house. I must admit, his house was big and luxurious.
"Thank you, Miss," Nathan said to me. But he didn't get out of my car.
"My pleasure," I replied.
We were stuck in a weird situation because no one was talking. I waited for Nathan to leave my car, but he looked at me instead.
"Is there something wrong with me?" I asked Nathan.
"Why are you being quiet?" Nathan replied.
I rolled my eyes after hearing Nathan's question that I didn't understand.
"What is that?" I wanted Nathan to explain.
Nathan didn't answer right away. He corrected his sitting position. His right shoulder became tighter with a serious look in his eyes.
"You've seen me, right?" Nathan said. He sounded so serious.
"Seen what?"
"You saw me in my room. You saw me having fun with myself."
I felt like I was being held at gunpoint. I was a very open-minded American. I understand biological things, but I'm certainly not one to meddle in other people's business, especially about a young man m**********g in his room.
"And what?" I asked Nathan for an explanation, but I was actually uncomfortable. The reason, of course, was because Nathan was so young and he was my student. This was completely inappropriate.
Nathan placed his hand on his neck and rubbed it a few times. I swallowed when I saw that arm. I think I was crazy for staring at a young man.
"What are you thinking?" Nathan asked.
How should I answer this question? I don't have any idea. Why do I feel hot all of a sudden around me? Then I run my hand over my face.
"Your cheeks are flushed, Miss," Nathan teases me.
I quickly grabbed both of my cheeks. "What's wrong with you, Nathan? I'm your lecturer! Don't tease me!"
Nathan smiled. I don't know why, but that smile entered my mind and instantly put me out of my mind.
"Have you seen my Mr. P?" Nathan asked. "Is that interesting to you?"
"Damn it!" I quickly helped Nathan unbuckle his seat belt. "You need to get out of my car. I don't want anyone to see us."
"We have nothing to do. What are you afraid of, Miss?" He protested.
Nathan was teasing me. Isn't he wrong? I'm an old lady, and I'm his lecturer. He could be flirting with women his own age.
"Please get out of my car," I said.
"You're overreacting, Miss. I was just joking." Nathan opened the car door. "But you have to come to my dad's party. Otherwise, the people in this neighbourhood will ostracize you. You're new here. You have to adapt to the people here."
I didn't want to listen to what Nathan said. After he got out of my car, I went to my house. I felt terrible. Once I got to my house, I stayed quiet for a while.
I felt something warm coming from between my legs. I tried to check it for a while.
"Oh, f**k. Am I wet?" I couldn't believe something like this was happening to me. "Am I horny from being teased by my student?"
I ruffle my hair. I guess I had been wrong. I thought of a young man as a child. The fact that Nathan Smith could make me tempted. What the hell is this? Why do I feel a strange passion after our short conversation?
Moments later, my phone rang. I saw an unfamiliar number on the screen. Someone sent me a message.
A photo was sent to me. I gaped because it was a picture of Nathan's hand and mine while we were in the car.
"You are so hot, Miss Wilson. I'm attracted to you."
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