"Get off my back, Nathaniel." I silently groaned as I spread a generous amount of peanut butter over my bread. I really wanted him to shut up about this topic before my mum makes it her business.
"Why are you so stubborn about this?" Nate asked, his voice too loud for me. "It'll be much easier for you."
"I appreciate your kindness but if it isn't obvious by now, I'll say it plain." I bit into my sandwich. "I don't want to be seen with you."
"Ouch."
"No offense."
"Offense fully taken."
"Not my problem."
Last night was almost surreal, and felt like it was something I dreamt up. Since we'd just headed straight to our rooms (Nate's the guest room) and I passed out after, I didn't have a lot of time to comprehend what had happened so I woke up this morning feeling like I had a fever drea
