It wasn't happening. He didn't want any of this. The confusion the... just the feelings. They weren't wanted or needed right now and he could do perfectly fine with just going on with how they were. Minus Troy, of course. But NO. His life had to go down the suck-drain of hell and kick him in the ass for being such an ass.
Karma was a bitch.
How the hell he'd even gotten himself into such a screwed up situation was beyond him. As far as he had noticed he'd been doing nothing different than he would with any other girl... so maybe that was a lie. Any other girl would have bored him to death by now, right? Guh. Thinking about this was going to give him a headache. It's not even like he had any kind of past life to blame for this... he was turned into a donkey to be a slave. That had absolutely nothing to do with relationships or feelings or love triangles! The only thing he could blame on it was his complete inability to comprehend emotions. Which now that he thought of it? He really would.
If Nate were to be completely honest right now, he’d admit he had a feeling about what was coming. It’s not like these things didn’t become obvious, was it? But right now he was happy sitting on his chair of denial, because quite frankly he had no idea how to react, let alone how he should to a situation like this. Then again, when did Nate ever do anything he was supposed to? Besides, that meant he’d lost… Nathaniel Bradshaw didn’t lose at anything.
Smirking slightly he lifted his shoulders for a moment before letting them fall, putting on a look of pity. “You wouldn’t be the first one,” he replied before raising an eyebrow at her. “And how does that make sense? Usually I have to initiate the conversation because you refuse to even believe that you like talking to me.” It might be stupid and cocky of himself, but come on, when someone decided to follow you? It was kind of amusing.
Unlocking his car as he reached it he threw his bag inside, across the drivers seat and into the passenger one before closing the door once more and turning to lean his back against the car. “You have it. But might I remind you I am a very important person and have places to be; so this better be good,” he really had no idea, did he? Sight. Ah well.