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05

Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Dakota's Point of View

I woke up to my phone going off, text after text.

Private Number: Come to my dorm, let's go to the diner.

So what now? Are we dating or something? I rolled out of bed and got dressed before leaving my dorm. I spotted Nathan's sister in the hallway talking to Dana and Juliet.

"Oh hey Dakota!" Dana called. "What's going on? Where you going? To see your new boo, Nathan?"

"Too many questions," I laughed.

"Nathan as in Nathan Prescott?" Juliet said.

"Yeah!" Dana said. "I saw Nathan sneaking out of her room last night."

"Oh my god are you okay?" Amelie asked.

"Uhh.. yeah?" I asked. "Why?"

"Wait so you wanted to hang out with him?" Amelie asked concerned.

"Yeah," I said. "Wait, why? Should I not have?"

"Wait isn't that your brother?" Juliet asked Amelie. "Why are you acting so strange about your own brother?"

"I don't know," Amelie said. "Never mind."

"Okay well.. I'm gonna go.. bye guys," I said and waved goodbye.

They all said bye but Amelie kept her eyes on me as I walked away, it was as if she was studying me, with a face, confusion written all over.

I ignored her and continued to walk to Nathan's dorm. I hoped he was still happy after last night. His moods seem to switch pretty often. But I understand him, and why he is the way he is. I can't help but want to fix him.

I knocked on his door, he opened it, "Hey, I wanna go to the diner with you."

I smiled, "Why?"

"I owe you," He said. "For cheering me up last night. So let's go get some brunch."

"Alright," I said as he walked out his dorm, shutting the door behind him.

He grabbed my hand and tangled our fingers together, looking back at me with a smirk. He's proudly holding my hand around campus? He doesn't seem like the type.

We walked to the parking lot and got into his truck, ready to go to the dinner.

"How's you sleep last night?" He asked me as he started the engine of the truck.

"Good," I said. "Definitely not bad."

"Yeah me too," He said. "I haven't had good sleep in so long."

I turned my head to look at him, his eyes were so focused on the road, "Stop looking at me."

"I'm not," I said turning my head.

"Mhm," He said pulling into the parking lot of the diner.

We got out the truck and walked into the dinner, the smell of bacon filled the air.

"Hey Frank," Nathan said to some guy who I'm assuming is Frank.

"Who's that?" Frank asked motioning his chin to me. "That your chick?"

Nathan shook his head, "No, just my friend."

I knew it was too good to be true, was he just starting to get embarrassed of me?

Frank responded, "Hit me up if you need anything else."

Anything else? What has Nathan gotten off this guy? Maybe just weed. This dude look hella shady though.