Nathan's POV
"What am I supposed to do with this!? It's driving me nuts!" I heard her yell, smacking her forehead. It was Cherry, so pathetic and dramatic; she looked like a mess, arguing with her broken motorcycle.
"Even my phone's dead! My life is just full of surprises, I agree!" she sighed, clearly losing hope.
"Sir, are we not going?" Blanco asked
"This strange woman needs help, can't you see that?" I pointed toward the window.
"Right, sir, what should I do?"
"Call Mac, make sure she gets home safely, okay?"
"Yes, sir."
"What a strange woman," I muttered under my breath.
"Do you know her? It's not like you to help strangers," Blanco asked, and I caught the curiosity in his eyes.
"She's just some crazy, clumsy girl I barely know her." I was sure Blanco hadn't seen the trending videos he lived in his own world.
Once I got home, I finally felt relieved. What a long, eventful day. I took a warm shower, threw on something comfortable, and turned on my favorite song while preparing dinner. My phone kept ringing, but I wasn't in the mood to pick up.
Then it buzzed again Marc?
"Hey Marc, what's up?
"Sorry, sir, you weren't answering."
"Did something happen?"
"Yes, something big, the girl you asked me to help... she was very stubborn, she refused everything. I couldn't reach you or Blanco, and I didn't know what to do, so... I used a little force."
"What?! Where is she now?" I shouted, alarmed
"She wouldn't tell me her address, she was furious. So… I brought her to your house."
"To my house?! Are you serious?"
"Yeah… and she fell asleep in the car"
"This is crazy." I rushed outside in disbelief. Marc was waiting by the car, and inside, Cherry was asleep.
"Marc, you should've left her when she refused."
"I'm sorry! I thought it was important, and I had to take care of it."
"It's fine, just help me carry her inside."
"Is she going to sleep in your house?" he asked, confused.
"What else should I do? It's late, and we don't even know where she lives. She'll sleep on the couch."
"Alright, sir," Marc said, lifting her carefully.
Once he laid her down, Marc left. It was just me and the crazy girl, Cherry.
She looked peaceful in her sleep, she had no idea where she was. I grinned, wondering how she'd react in the morning, would she faint again? I covered her with a blanket and headed to bed.
I slept surprisingly well, so well that I missed my alarm. I still needed to work out, so I got into my sports gear and checked on Cherry before heading to the gym. She must have been asleep; it must've been a long day for her.
While lifting weights, I admired my reflection in the mirror, I mean, who wouldn't fall for this face? No wonder girls were obsessed I still couldn't understand why Tasha kept playing hard to get.
After the workout, I went to check on Cherry.
Holy hell!
Tasha was there! With Cherry!
"Tasha? What are you doing here?" I asked, completely caught off guard.
"Nathan, why is this girl in your house?" Tasha's eyes were wide with confusion.
"It's a misunderstanding, she just ended up here," I said, glancing at Cherry, who also looked like she wanted answers.
"Really? Nathan, I know you! You never let anyone stay over. What is going on?"
"Tasha, I swear I barely know her, let me explain—"
"This is driving me insane," she muttered, grabbing her bag.
I rushed after her as she stormed to her car.
"Please, just hear me out!"
"Why should I? Your girl is inside waiting for you."
"You know she's not my girl!"
"How am I supposed to know that? Wait a minute... isn't that the same girl who passed out at your concert?" Her voice dropped. "Are you two hooking up?"
"What? No! Tasha—"
"Then why is she in your house?"
"Because… I told Marc to make sure she got home safely. But he messed it up."
"You asked Marc to take her home?" she repeated, staring at me like she didn't recognize me.
"Yes… But it was just to help her."
"Okay. We're done here." She got into her car, slamming the door.
And just like that, she was gone
I stood there in agony when I heard a voice behind me.
"What's going on?" Cherry asked softly.
"Damn, you startled me," I said, rubbing my face.
"Why am I here? What's going on?" she asked again, her brows furrowed in confusion.
I sighed and explained everything from Marc's mistake to the chaos that followed.
"So it was you who sent that crazy guy? Why?"
"I don't have time to explain all this. Honestly, aren't you a little excited you got to sleep at my house?" I said teasingly, stepping closer.
She blushed instantly, eyes darting away.
There it was that classic reaction, Shy, Embarrassed, Nervous! Girls never changed.
" I-I have to go," she stammered, then hesitated. "I mean… can I get a selfie? With you?"
I smirked.
"Of course, you're my special fan."
We took a selfie she looked like she might explode from joy and nerves.