50 Ways To Spend Your Christmas, Stuck With an Annoyingly Hot Emo Delinquent [22]

Nathan turned around towards Ella sharply, who was peering up towards him innocently. "Ella," he snapped angrily. "I told you to not do that ever again. We're not kids anymore, god!" Nathan said, pissed off.

When they were kids, for some reason Ella always loved to give him a kiss on the cheek whenever he made her happy. In one way or another, that kind of moved from cheeks to lips. "But I thought you said you didn't have a girlfriend!" she defended.

"No," he seethed, losing his temper. "When the fuck did I ever said that?!"

"Oh...oh, well..."

Nathan turned away from the stammering Ella, glaring daggers towards Quinton. "What the fuck?!" he said. "What the hell were you doing with her?"

Quinton smirked. "I said. I was not looking for a fight."

"Are you deluded? I'm not punching you in the face you idiot. I'm asking you a simple question. But considering the pea-sized brain you have, I don't think you could even understand what I am trying to say right now."

Then, it was Quinton's turn to glare. "You better watch your tongue, Nathan," he said threateningly. "If you have your dick under control," Nathan spat back, unable to stop himself. But when he did realized what he said, he excused himself from Ella as Quinton motioned him to walk outside.

"I did nothing to the girl," he said. "I never did say I was proud of my actions."

"But you did it anyway. And you framed me," Nate said, trembling with anger. "You framed me for your own fucking good. I hope you're happy, Quinton," he said with a drop of sarcasm in his tone as he began to turn away, fearing that he might lost control of his own feelings and kill Quinton right there and then.

"Her decision to kill herself was not my fault," Quinton tried. As hard as Nathan tried, he couldn't stop himself from stopping and turning around to face Quinton. "It was her decision. Not mine."

"But you drove her. You drove her to fucking kill herself! What the hell made you do it in the first place? Because you were drunk? That's not a good reason, Quinton. And me, I have to pay the price. Sure, I probably deserve it. I was there too late. But I'm not afraid to admit that you fucking idiot shouldn't deserve to walk around freely."

He turned around to leave again, but stopped. "Oh and Quinton, if you ever come near Charlotte again, I'll make sure I'll beat the shit out of you."

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The familiar sound of loud, roaring flight engines didn't annoy me as much this time. Although, I still couldn't take a nap in flights. We've been delayed actually. 6 times.

23) Spend time at the airport for 5 hours...since the damn flight was de-fucking-layed.

Six. Effing. Times.

And even my mother could feel the tension between Nathan and me. She tried to ask me about it but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to tell her. Mothers - it was as if they could sense things. Heck, I didn't even told her about Nathan and I at first.

God knew how she knew.

I called Keira for hours and she said the decorations for his uncle's house was already done with. So she would come over and help us with our own...last minute decorating. But she did sympathize over me.

After a while, she spoke what was on her mind.

"You know honey," I remembered her saying clearly over the phone. "You should listen to him before making these kind of decisions. Maybe it was that tramp's fault," she continued. "You know how it is with girls these days."

Well, that was an idea that for some reason, in the midst of the toy shop, I didn't think about. I rested my head on the cold window, my eyes gazing out to the clouds. Just proved how crappy I was in this dating thing.

Maybe I should just stick to being a nerd.

The flight was full and our return ticket was less than satisfying. You see, I have awful luck when it comes to flying, like I said. But it was nothing of an obese man who couldn't mind his manners, or a girl with too many dandruff that floated to me whenever she scratched it the other time...

Nathan sat next to me. I knew he tried to talk to me a couple of times but every time he opened his mouth to speak, I turned away. To distract me, I pulled out an old copy of Jane Austen's book, Emma, that I thought would come in handy if I got bored.

But even so, every time I tried to read it I ended up just staring at the words.

I just needed a break from all of this mess. I never felt like this about a guy before. And even though I said that I need to take a break from him to myself, even though we were shoulder-to-shoulder...

I couldn't help but to miss him.

Thank god a few moments later, he fell asleep.

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A/N: I got a new story ♥

It's called The Matchmaker's Puppy. You can find it here: http://quixotic-typewriter.blogspot.com/

It's mainly about a columnist/workaholic (specializes in lurve) who stumbled upon a series of problems after the magazine was sold to another, high-profile company. Only, things were not as expected. The CEOs were trying to change the magazine and thus, putting everyone on the edge of the cliff of insanity.

Then things started to go wrong.

She was depressed and stressed out after her companion, Spade (her puppy) died only months after she got him. And then suddenly said puppy re-appeared...not in a very logical way. Worst, this puppy wanted her to enjoy life.

How could she do that when she was struggling with her career?

In one way or another, Spade set his owner, Amber up to blind dates. 30 of them to be exact. The last thing she wanted to do was to go to dates. She finally lost it after a few days and decided to seek therapy.

With the most obnoxious psychiatrist the world has met.

Anyway, if you decide to read it then thank you so much. It means a lot to me since I really love writing the story. I may even post it up on Quizilla later on :D