First Kiss (Chapter Three)

   ~Chapter Three~
    We turned around and pretended to be surprised to see him here, just like we were one minute ago.
"Oh, hello!" Addison greeted him.
I smiled. Nathan kept looking at me for some reason, making me feel uncomfortable. He finally took his eyes off me and onto Addison.
"W-what are you here for?" She asked Nathan.
"Oh, you know. Things." He told her with a strange smile.
He walked over to the adult section with his friends and took a few things. I saw him shoplift an item or two, but to not seem suspicious, he tried paying for the rest of his items, pretending to be an adult.
"Uh-huh, where's your ID, sir?" The lady at the cash register asked him.
He took out a fake ID and showed it to her.
"You don't LOOK like you're twenty four."
"I look young for my age. Isn't that a good thing?" Nathan said, smiling. His friends chuckled.
The lady seemed very suspicious and unsure what to do, but he let him pay for his items and leave. But before he left, he said something to us.
"See you around, Addison and Priscilla."
Addison waved at him with a huge smile on her face. As soon as they left, Addison told me what she thought she saw him buy.
"W-what? S-seriously?"
"I'm CERTAIN!" She said.
I was grossed out. About two weeks later at school, Nathan tried to talk to me in class. He kept asking me for stuff, and I kept giving it to him, because I wanted to be his friend if Addison was going to date him one day. But one day, he tried asking me for an eraser during a test, and we both got detention.
"B-but he was just asking me for an-"
"QUIET! It doesn't matter! You both have detention here after school for an hour!" The teacher snapped.
After school, I walked into detention very nervously. It was the first time I've ever had detention. There only seemed to be a teacher and a couple other kids in the classroom.  
"Sit down and be quiet. We're waiting for one more person." The teacher said angrily.
I sat down at my usual seat and put down my backpack. I sighed and looked around the classroom, noticing a few things I haven't seen before, like some posters on love. They said things like, "Love is for the mature," and other things. Nathan walked into the classroom just a minute later and sat down next to me.
"Now, I have to go run a couple errands. None of you are allowed to say a WORD, you hear me?" The teacher warned us.
She left, and everything was dead quiet. I saw one kid playing with his pencil, and another was looking at his tattoos. There was also one kid who had fallen asleep on his textbooks. I looked over at Nathan. He was staring at the clock besides the door. I studied him for a while, trying to see what Addison saw in him. He looked at me and caught me staring at him. I immediately looked away. Shoot, now he thinks I like him!
"Heh, I never thought I'd see YOU in detention," he said.
I looked at him. "That's because YOU got us both in trouble."
"Maybe if you didn't always give me what I asked for, I would've just not asked," he teased.
I rolled my eyes and looked away. He laughed. He and I talked a bit more and had some good conversations. A short kid looked through the door's window and told us that the teacher was coming. He ran to his seat and we all quieted down. For the rest of detention, none of us said a word to each other, but Nathan and I spoke through our eyes. Why did I keep looking at him? And why did he keep looking back at me? The thought of him liking me made me feel uncomfortable. I squirmed around in my seat, trying to forget about it. I looked at the clock. Detention was almost over. The bell rang, and we all left. I couldn't stop thinking about detention for the rest of the week. Then one Saturday afternoon, I was riding around my neighborhood, hoping to run into Bryce again just like last time. I couldn't find him for many hours, and was beginning to feel lonely again. I haven't seen him a long time. I was really starting to miss seeing him. I took out my phone and called Addison.
"Hey, Prisccy, what's up?"
"Hi Addison, think you can come over?"
"Yeah, sure, I'll be right over."
"Okay, thank you, bye," I said, ending the call.
I biked back to my house to wait for Addison. As soon as she got here, I asked for her to help me look for Bryce.
"Oh, of course! I'd love to meet your BOYFRIEND!" Addison teased.
"H-he's not my b-boyfriend. He's just my crush!" I said, blushing.
We biked around the neighborhood, and realized it was getting dark, so we began heading home. But suddenly, we heard a child cry for help.
"Help! Somebody! Please, help me!"