After the weekend Nash and I had together, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Thinking about it was getting me hot and bothered. I had to wonder if sex did this to everyone. I needed a cold shower.

I started the shower and changed my mind after I felt the water. Yeah, that was a big fat no. I climbed in and let the water cascade over my body when I heard the door open and close with the lock clicking. What the hell?

Someone let their clothes fall to the floor and opened the shower door, stepping inside of the shower. I turned around, startled to see Nash in his full glory.

I gave him a playful smack. "Don't do that! You scared the crap out of me!"

He placed his hands on my waist, pulled me to him, and gave me a deep kiss. I let out a soft moan when he grabbed my butt and squeezed it. He made his way to my ear and whispered, "We'll continue this later."

I gave him a look as he smirked. I groaned in frustration because he was such a tease.

We washed up, and he kissed me. Then we both got out of the shower and dried off.

"I'll pick you up after school," he told me.

"Okay."

Nash pulled on his clothes, and I got dressed. He kissed me and left the bathroom so I could finish getting ready for school.

After breakfast, the brothers and I made our way to school. I was getting things out of my locker when I heard someone say, "Well, look who we have here. If it isn't the girl who has an undying love for someone she will never get."

I turned around and looked at Bryson and Tiffany. "You're such a tool." I shook my head and rolled my eyes, then turned back to my locker.

"What did you say to me?"

"I said you're a tool." I turned as his fist met my face. I fell to the ground, groaning.

"You should learn to keep your mouth shut. Next time, I won't take it so easy on you." Bryson and Tiffany walked away.

I held my nose and groan. God, I think he broke my nose. I looked down and saw a lot of blood. I needed to get to the bathroom but fell every time I tried to stand up. The punch threw off my equilibrium. I crawled to my locker, trying to get to my phone, when I heard someone say, "Jesus! Maggie!"

I looked, and there were two fuzzy people.

"Stay here. I'll go get Nix," a shaky voice said. It must have been Nolan.

I grabbed my jacket and placed it on my face. Why won't the blood stop?

"Maggie!" I heard people yelling as they rushed to me. "Come on. We need to get you help," the person said, helping me up. Then someone said, "Call Nash."

I sat in the emergency room while the doctor worked on me. The doctor got the bleeding to stop and x-rayed my nose. Yep, Bryson broke it.

My head throbbed from it as my eyes were turning black.

"Sir! You can't go back there!" A nurse said.

"Like hell, I can't!"

I sat there with the doctor.

Nash walked up. "Jesus!"

"Here are a couple of scripts. One for pain, and the other is an antibiotic. I want you to take them as soon as possible," the doctor said.

I nodded, and he left us alone.

"Oh, Mags." Nash comforted me.

"Can we go home now? My head is killing me."

"Yeah, come on." He helped me down.

Nash brought me home and took me upstairs. All I wanted to do was lay down. I walked to my room, but he guided me to his room. "Here, lay down on my bed. That way, I can keep an eye on you."

At this point, I didn't care what bed I was in. I wanted to sleep. Nash got me situated, and I closed my eyes. Having a broken nose is not fun and hurts like hell, and you can't breathe from it. I wouldn't say I liked Bryson but hated him.

Nash came out of his room, and the boys walked up to him.

"How is she?" Nixon asked him.

"In pain and tired. Can you get these filled?" Nash handed Nixon the scripts.

"Yeah, sure." Nixon took the pieces of paper from him.

"What happened?"

"We don't know. But man, there was a lot of blood. Nolan found her because he was on his way to the bathroom."

Nash gave Nolan a look.

"To go pee. Honestly," Nolan said.

"I want you to find out who did this."

"What are you going to do?" Nathan asked him.

"I'll beat their ass."

"Sounds reasonable," Noah said.

They left, and Nash came in and laid down with me. I don't know how long I was out, but it had been for a while. I woke up, and my head was throbbing.

"Easy," I heard someone say. "Here, take these." The person handed me two pills and a glass of water.

I took the pills as the person took a seat next to me.

"I would ask how you're feeling, but I can guess."

I looked at Nash.

"Mags, who did this?"

"Bryson."

"Why?"

"Because I called him a tool. Nash, I didn't see it coming. I turned, and the next thing I knew, his fist connected with my face. It happened so quickly." I started to get upset.

"Shh, it's okay." He tried to soothe me.

I leaned into his chest as he wrapped an arm around me. Tears fell down my cheeks.

"Here, lay down."

"You won't leave me, will you?"

"No, I'll stay with you." He maneuvered himself around me and laid next to me. He pulled me to him, and I snuggled up to him. At that moment, I felt safe.

Nash came downstairs to get me some breakfast.

"How is she?" Pat asked.

"In pain." He answered, seething with anger.

"Who did this?" Nate asked him.

"Bryson suckered punched her," he grumbled. "Ma, can you make a plate for Mags so I can take it up to her?"

"Sure, hun." She grabbed a plate, put some food on it, and handed him the plate. "I'll call the school and let them know that she won't be in for the rest of the week. Can you boys collect her homework?"

"Yeah, sure," Nixon said.

Nash left with the plate of food.

Nate looked at Pat. "This has gone too far."

"I agree."

"I say you and I pay a visit to that school."

She nodded in agreement.

Nash brought up a plate of food and handed it to me. "Here. Eat."

Even though I didn't want to eat, I also didn't want to argue.

"Ma's calling the school and letting them know what happened. She said you're staying home for the rest of the week, and the boys will collect your homework."

I tried to protest.

He put his hand up, stopping me. "Ma's orders."

That was the one thing about the brothers. The boys never went against their mother on essential matters, and when they did, they found out she was always right. I was okay with it. With the way I felt, I would be fine with anything at this point.