CHAPTER 52

KRISTINA'S POV

"This is bullsh*t." My voice rose an octave higher at the end of my sentence, the words coming out in an angry whisper.

Why did Nathan insist on doing this? I hated feeling embarrassed about my body or being told I had a "pretty face". That's all it was pretty… a pretty face… nothing more, but here we were, getting flustered and upset because I had a small pimple under my lip, instead of being able to kiss anyone. I felt humiliated.

"Why are we acting like this?" I asked, my face growing redder with frustration by the second. "Is this some kind of sick joke to you?"

Nathan's green eyes flashed angrily. "Who do you take me for?" he asked angrily. "I don't have any problem seeing you with pimples all over your face. It doesn't bother me in the least."

I stared at him with wide eyes. Had he just confessed to having a crush on me? That wasn't possible. There must be some kind of mistake. This was just another of Nathan's tricks. I was reading too far into things.

We we