The Best Mistake

I don't even think I could say I was shocked, because that was such an understatement. Nash's lips just pressed harder to mine, trying to get a response. It shook me out of my trance and I started to kiss back slowly. His arms moved from my shoulders to my neck as he bit my bottom lip. Without my permission, my lips suddenly parted and let his tongue explore my mouth.

My body practically had a mind of its own by this point; I had no control. Something about the way Nash was kissing me paralyzed my mind. His kiss didn't hold love or sweetness or gentleness- it was far from a sweet or gentle kiss. But there was so much emotion on his side; emotions I assume he doesn't let out.

He pulled his lips away from mine and I couldn't help the whimper that escaped my mouth. Luckily, he didn't seem to hear it or he ignored it as he started gently kissing down my jaw. Once I realized he was being gentle for a first, he bit down on the spot just below my ear, causing a gasp to escape my lips.

"Ashy! Nashy! Where are you guys?!" And for the umteenth time this week, I was thrown against the wall.

"Ow..." I mumbled, holding the back of my head where it hit the tiled wall. I looked up at Nash and his mouth was parted slightly as he breathed heavily. I finally realized he was shirtless. I could only gawk at his body for a couple of seconds before I saw his left side- it was bandaged pretty good, like he'd broken a rib or had been stabbed. You could tell whatever was covered was also bruised because of the discolored skin around the bandage. My eyes traveled up his body and landed on his neck- where not only a bruise was on the left side, but an identical one was also on the right side. "Nash..."

"Don't." His voice came out as a low, threatening growl. He grabbed the white shirt off the floor and hastily put it over his body. "Just, don't."

I saw him take a step toward the door and I quickly threw myself in front of it, barely wincing when my lower back dug into the doorknob. I was aware this probably wouldn't him from leaving, but it was worth a shot, right? "You told me you'd stay an hour so we could talk."

"I tell people a lot of things," he shot at me. "Now move."

"No."

He walked closer to me, the same distance we had between us when we kissed. "I'll fucking kill you," he whispered. His voice held nothing but truth, and although I didn't doubt him, I couldn't bring myself to fully believe him.

"Go ahead." I clenched my jaw at how scared and quiet my voice had sounded.

Nash leaned his body closer to mine, pressing me against not only the door, but also the doorknob- which hurt. I winced and he grinned. "That hurt?" he asked, pressing into me further and putting his hands on either side of my head, leaning his head to my ear. He chuckled. "Of course it does. Now move, and it won't hurt."

"It doesn't hurt," I lied. "And I'm not moving, because we need to talk."

"My life? It does not concern you," he told me sternly. "In no way shape or form. I'm not going to tell you shit, got it? And that... kiss. It meant nothing. I was just bored and decided to kiss you. It wasn't anything special, princess. Trust me."

"You're an asshole," I told him, gritting my teeth.

He laughed, what sounded like a genuine laugh. Wow. "Thanks, princess," he said, before pushing against my body as hard as he could. I clamped my mouth shut- I wouldn't let him know that he was hurting me. He pulled away from me completely before grabbing my shoulders and shoving me to the side and opening the door. He looked at me and winked. "See ya, princess." Then he left.

Nash.

I shut the bathroom door before quickly debating whether to take the window or front door. Ah, what the hell. If her parents are home, maybe they'll keep her on lock down and I won't have to risk seeing her anymore. I opened her bedroom door to find a confused Alex standing there. "I was calling for you and Ashy but no one said anything," he said. "I was scared you guys left me here with Rory." His voice sounded so scared to be left with his sister, it almost made me laugh.

"Nah, we were here," I said. "But I gotta go, alright? I'll see you later." Or not.

I walked passed him and walked down a couple of steps before he made me stop. "Wait!" he said, grabbing the bottom of my shirt.

"Uh, yeah?" I asked.

"Where's Ashy?" he asked.

Probably on the bathroom floor in more pain than she should be. "Oh, she's in the bathroom," I answered. He nodded and let go. I turned to leave, before cursing slightly to myself and turning around. "Can you go in there and make sure she's okay?"

"Why wouldn't she be?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, confused. "Ashy's always okay."

"She... fell. And I really gotta go, so I can't make sure she's okay. But I can count on you to do it, right?" I asked.

Suddenly he grinned, his bottom front teeth missing. "Yeah! Like Superman, right? To the rescue?" he asked.

I couldn't help the smile that made it's way to my face. Him and Eric would've been friends, no doubt. "Yeah. Like Superman," I said, before quickly leaving the house.

Ashlyn.

I sat on the bathroom floor, in shock of all that had just happened. I wanted to convince myself that the kiss meant something to Nash; that he was just denying it. But the more I thought of about it, the more far fetched it seemed. Nash was cold and heartless. He didn't have feelings and nothing means anything to him. The only thing he cares about is himself.

"Ashy?" I heard a small voice ask from the other side of the door.

I jumped, not expecting it. I sighed before I got up, ignoring the pain from my lower back. I opened the door and forced a smile down at Alex. "Yeah?" I asked.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Why wouldn't I be okay?" I asked.

"That's what I said to Nash!" he said. "But he said to check on you and make sure you're okay, because you fell."

I chuckled lightly. "I'm fine, Alex. I always am," I told him. Alex had caught me in bad moods countless of times- he somehow manages to see me every single time I cry, too. So I tell him every time that I'm okay and I always will be. Hopefully when he gets old enough to realize my lie, he'll stop seeing me cry all the time. "You wanna play Superman?"

His eyes lit up. "Yes!" he said, before running off to his room. I sighed, running a hand through my hair before following him. Hopefully focusing on my Joker voice will rid my mind of anything having to do with Nash fucking Carter.