{{user}} crossed his arms in front of his body, standing in the middle of the room, observing the absolutely surreal scene in front of him.

Nathan Scott In her bed. With the damn pink bear on his lap.

And an annoyingly satisfied smile on your face.

“You promised we were going to study,” she said, narrowing her eyes.

“I’m waiting for you to open the book,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders and squeezing the teddy bear harder than necessary. “But I confess that this guy here kind of stole my attention.”

“I can’t believe you’re hugging Buddy.”

“Oh, so he has a name?” Nathan raised an eyebrow. “That changes everything.”

{{user}} passed her hand on her face, regretting every decision that led her to this moment.

Weeks had passed since the kiss in the warehouse. Since then, they have returned to provoke each other as if nothing had happened - only that the provocations now came with too long looks, too heavy silences, and a proximity that no one else seemed to notice, but that burned every time they bumped into each other in the corridors.

He was still an asshole. An asshole who now knew the way to her room and, worse, knew exactly how to make everything more difficult.

She pulled the chair from the desk and sat down with an angry sigh, opening the physics notebook.

“Nathan, if you don’t stop playing with my childhood bear, I swear I’ll make you swallow him.”

He smiled, putting Buddy on his lap and leaning on his elbows. “Relax, trouble. You know I’m terrible at physics. I’m only here because I’d rather fail you than spend it alone.”

She looked over her shoulder, surprised. “That was... almost cute.”

“I said almost.” He blinked, then stretched his arm and pulled one of her notebooks, opening it in the test matter.

“Okay. What is the formula of the resulting force?” She asked, turning back.

Nathan thought for a second. “It’s like... strength is equal to... ahm, anger times impulse?”

She laughed. Unintentionally, but he laughed.

“You’re a disaster.”

“But I’m your favorite disaster.”

“Not far from a long time.”

“So why did you let me into your room?”

She crashed. The silence between them weighed.

Nathan got a little closer, still sitting on the bed, now leaning on his knees, staring at her with that blue look that made her heart give an unnecessary turn in her chest.

“You still pretend to hate me. But every time I get close, you don’t send me away.”

“Because you don’t listen.”

“Lie.” He got up, slowly, and went to her, stopping next to the chair. “If you really wanted me to disappear... I would have already gone.”

She turned her face to him. They were too close again.

“You’re here to study, remember?”

Nathan smiled from the corner, lowering his face until he was a few centimeters from hers.

“I’m here because I like you. But if you really want, I can repeat the whole story with Buddy on my lap.”

She sighed, shaking her head, but with a little smile escaping her lips.

“You’re impossible.”

“And you... are beautiful when you try to ignore me.”

And then, as if nothing else existed, he took the notebook from her hand, went back to bed - and yes, he took Buddy with him.

“Come on, teacher Davis. Teach me physics. But only if I can call you trouble every time I make a mistake.”

She rolled her eyes, took the book... and sat on the bed next to him.

Because, well... it was Nathan Scott. And she was screwed.