Broken Hill High (Broken Hill High 1)

“Shut up,” I laugh as I push through my door and drop my bag in the closet. I walk over and drop down onto my bed as Jesse walks on in with a DVD. He slides it into the player and turns it on before making himself comfortable on the couch. “You good?” I question as I watch him, completely dumbfounded.

“Shut up,” he says. “You’re ruining the movie.”

I shake my head and get comfortable. “You may as well go and get the popcorn.”

He grins and a second later, he flies out the door. I get myself dressed into my pajamas while I wait and turn around to find Nate standing in my doorway watching me.

Without saying a word, he walks up to me, pulls me into his body and presses a kiss to my forehead before walking over to my bed and getting comfortable. I finish getting myself dressed and walk over to him before falling in beside him. His arm wraps around me and he pulls me in tight beside him.

A moment later, Jesse walks back in with three bowls of popcorn. He takes one look at Nate and grins to himself. “I fucking knew it,” he says before handing over the goods.

As usual, Mr. Broody doesn’t say anything, just takes the bowl of popcorn and places it down on the bed beside him before grabbing one and popping it into his mouth.

I scoot down in the bed a little more and rest my head against Nate’s chest as his arm curls around my shoulder and holds me against him. Jesse goes back to his spot on the couch and a moment later, hits play so we can all get lost in the world of ‘Transformers’.

By the end of the movie, Jesse is fast asleep on the couch and I’m just moments from falling asleep as well.

Nate leans down and grabs one of the many pillows discarded on the floor and launches it across to his sleeping brother. “Hey,” he calls out, making me grin. “Get out of here.”

Jesse groans and grabs the pillow before squishing it under his head, making a point of not leaving. At that, my grin grows wider. “Looks like we’re stuck with him,” he tells me.

“We’re?” I ask.

“Yeah, babe,” he says as he reaches across and flicks off the lamp. “I’m not sleeping knowing you’re right across the hallway in a room with my horny brother.”

“Well then,” I say, getting up off the bed and taking his hand. “Looks like we’re sleeping in your room.” He grins and gets up off the bed before following me out the door. I get to his door when I turn around and stop him. “Just sleeping,” I tell him.

“Uh huh,” he murmurs as he leans down and goes for my lips.

“Nate,” I warn.

“Fine,” he groans. “Just sleeping, but be prepared, I’m still going to kiss you.”

I grin up at him. “That’s more than fine with me.”

He slides his arms around me and grabs me under my ass before lifting me up and pushing his way into his room. His lips come crashing down on mine as my legs wrap around him.

A moment later, we go crashing down to his bed with all rules of just sleeping completely forgotten.

Chapter 17

It’s Friday night and I’ve spent every single night this week sleeping in Nate’s arms, though, it’s not like we’re together or anything. We live our normal lives and at night, he slips into my room and wraps me in his warm arms. Apart from that, everything is exactly how it was before, except for the glaring. There’s not so much of that anymore, though, that doesn’t mean his eyes aren’t always on me.

I have no idea what’s going on between us. We’re not together, but we’re not… not together.

He kisses me first thing in the morning and slips out of my room. The three of us sit down at the breakfast bar and eat, that’s when Jesse doesn’t sleep through his alarm, of course. Most days, Nate drives me to school and then we go our separate ways.

He spends his days with the boys and I spend mine with the girls. It’s kind of nice. I don’t have to dodge his rude comments or nasty glares anymore. Though, if I’m being honest, there’s just one tiny little thing that still bugs me and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it, and that’s all the girls.

I haven’t actually seen him physically being with any of them or kissing anyone, but I see the flirting. I see the girls pining for his attention. I see the way they discreetly slide into his side and his arm naturally curls around them. I see the way he winks and gives them the attention they want.

But like he said. We’re not together. Nor do I want to be… Ok, that’s a lie. I do want to be, so freaking bad but my head is telling me it’s wrong. It’s telling me that I’ll get hurt. That on some level this is still a sick joke. It’s telling me to ignore my heart and do the smart thing.