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“Nate you’re staring.” Victoria stated with a blank look.
“No I’m not.“ He scoffs, his gaze still on Warren’s face. Nathan peeks at a beauty mark under the boy’s right eye.
“Whatever you say.” She sighs returning to her phone, not wanting to pry into him.
He continues watching the nerd with the twee hipster talk across the busy classroom filled with the noise of students chattering.
At least the dork isn’t bad to look at. Nathan thought to himself.
Well maybe if he groomed his hair, Nathan could get a better look at him. That thing he had under his eye was definitely a beauty mark, he would know because Victoria told him about how she always wanted one. The Marilyn Monroe-type that is.
He hears the boy across the room release a loud chortle. Maxine….sorry….Max probably made a bad joke. Victoria rolls her eyes to the back of her skull.
Warren’s laughter makes Nathan feel queasy.
Nathan can’t like Warren and he knows the other will never like him back anyway. He’s sure the kid hates his guts like everyone else does in this hellhole . Why wouldn’t he? He’s fucked on every level.
“Mad Max, you’ve done it again!” He hears the nerd giggle again and it’s making his stomach flutter. Nathan doesn’t know what they’re talking about and couldn’t give any fucks about it. But godfuckingdammit he hates that twee bitch. She’s plain and looks like she’s withering away. Nathan bets she’s as light as a toothpick, that he can pick her up easily and throw her into the sun.
The rich boy silently sulks in his seat. It’s not like he hasn’t done this before, which he absolutely has.
“Nate” Victoria softly speaks, putting down her phone on the desk. “Please don’t tell me you like him.” She glared at Warren’s back in disapproval. Nathan doesn’t say anything in return.
A few minutes pass quietly between the pair.
“Do you think he likes you back?” The blonde says with a curious look on her face.
“How could he…” Nathan croaks out. “It’s just not going to happen Vic..”
Immediately after he finishes his sentence the bell finally rings. The first student to rise from the seats was Warren, who turns toward the rich students’ direction. The brunette brushes a lock of hair behind his ear to pick up a book. There it was-that beauty mark of his was in the far corner under his right eye.
Momentarily he looks up and makes eye contact with Nathan. The boy who’s flytrap runs loose suddenly becomes silent. Warren is weirdly meek, God it’s because Nathan’s a fucking demon to deal with isn’t it?
“Oh! Hi…Nathan…um Happy Friday?” The boy shrugs his shoulders, he looks up and gives Nathan an earnest smile. Max is already waiting at the door for him as students exit the classroom. Victoria aggressively walks past him shoving a shoulder his way. “Ow-Have a nice day, uh you too Victoria.” He does finger guns with a hand. Victoria visibly scowls. “Anyways I gotta go bye!” He prances away awkwardly with Max. As the two vacate the room, Victoria whips her head at Nathan and smugly smiles.
“So…he said he wanted you to have a nice day.”
“Shut up Vic.” He groans.
“Happy Friday Nathan!” She teases. “I thought nobody tells you what to do?”
It was true that nobody tells him what to do. Well…that’s what he says. He was Nathan Prescott and people avoided him like the plague. He stomped outside the classroom and found himself back outside the dorms.
“He was being nice….I guess..” He plainly spoke.
“That’s a good thing Nate..” She hums. “Still think if he likes you maybe?”
“Don’t think so.” Nathan strangely muses over Warren performing the basic gesture of being…nice and smiling at him. It was endearing as fuck.
“Alright handsome…I gotta go and do a lame essay. Talk to you later, kay?”
“You know it gorgeous.” He watches as Victoria leaves.
Nathan sighs to himself as he sits down on the steps to the boys’ dorm. His head is a myriad of God knows what, and his emotions are in a whirlwind. The rich boy wishes things such is life were simple.
He’s really going to sit with his feelings like this forever.