J e a n s J a c k e t

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"You are revolting." I spat out.

Nate scoffed out loud. "I had better."

"Oh my god!" I screeched out loudly, stomping towards his battered Jeep. "Just take me home!"

I was so done with Nathaniel Lewis. 

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We drove silently back, my mind consumed with erratic thoughts. I thought about the Prison and about Nate's father being in there. I thought about Nate and his girlfriend. I thought about the fight. I even thought about the kiss -which I really did not want to think about.

Nate suddenly stopped and I examined our surrounding. It was a dark place, semi-attached houses standing in a straight line along each road. Every door had graffiti on, odd words and odd signs. I stared widely at the area with wide eyes.

"What are we doing here?" I asked Nate slowly, speaking up for the first time.

Nate glanced at me before stepping out the Jeep. I followed him suit, shouting after him. "Hey! I'm talking to you." 

Nate looked at me over the boot of the car. "I'm just picking up something from my house."

His house? I trailed my eyes around the street, the streetlights which were standing on the verge of death illumining the whole place. It looked forbidding.

"Judge all you want, but this is my home. Stay out here and I'll be a minute." Nate gave me on unreadable look before he turned and walked into the house behind him. I watched him jab the key into the keyhole and he entered without looking back.

As soon as he was inside, I felt something crawl the back of my skin. I yelped and without thinking, I ran to Nate's house. I knocked on violently, jumping on my feet and glancing behind me. 

The door opened with a smirking Nate. "Knew you'd come in."

I didn't think it was worth giving a reply to as I shoved past him, bumping into the painting on the wall since I tried to get as far away as possible. 

"Careful now, all these are Gucci and Chanel paintings." Nate sarcastically said from behind  me. That too, I decided to ignore. He didn't even know how stupid he sounded.

I walked into what I thought was the kitchen but it was a living and dining room combined. The first thing I spotted was the TV that was sitting on the dining table, a magician doing some cool tricks on the screen. 

"You do magic?" I asked Nate without looking over to him.

"No, I do." I snapped my head at the sound of a new voice, seeing a guy stretched on the floor. I frowned at  him, surprised I didn't catch him earlier.

"I just came now."

I scrunched my forehead at him. How did he walk past me without me noticing? 

The questions were probably all over my face as the guy stood up and smiled down at me. "I'm a self-proclaimed magician darling." 

I nodded up at him, fancied by a male standing before me who claimed to be a magician. He stuck out his hand and I took it slowly.

"I'm Ghost."

I grinned up at him, liking the name. "I'm Ellie."

"-and he's also a thief." Nate butted in. I frowned over my shoulder at Nate, who was watching Ghost carefully.

I snapped my gaze back at Ghost and saw a smirk playing on his lips. I then glanced at his other hand and saw my phone in it. I gaped at him, pulling my hand away from him and going to my back pocket to make sure my phone was still there.