Posh Kids (Gen. 4)

Madeleine

Whoa, where do you think he is? That Nat dude was awesome," said Maddox, pumping his fists in the air.

"He's probably on his way. And his name is Nash," I said, drumming my fingers on the desk.

"Mads, you don't look so well. Did you sleep any last night?" asked Eleanor, looking at me. I shook my head. Nash was still on my mind. Something about him captivated me. Yesterday, in every class we shared, he shot me a shy glance, crinkling his eyes.

"Nash!" yelled Maddox, jumping up from his desk. Today, Maddox's outfit wasn't as ridiculous. He wore loose jeans and a Spiderman hoodie, and his lip had a piercing in today.

"Hello," said Nash waving. Today, it was obvious he took more care into his appearance. He wore a shirt with dark blue and white stripes and tight red jeans, and black sneakers. Around his waist, he had suspenders pulled down, so he could put them up at any minute. I looked at his hands, and he wore gray fingerless gloves going all the up to his elbows. Finally, his hair lay messily around his face.

"Hello Mads," he said, waving. I motioned to a seat next to me. I put my chin over my hand, and stared into his pale blue eyes, while he looked back at me.

"Nash and Madeleine sitting in a tree. S-N-O-G-G-I-N-G," sang Maddox. I glared at him, and he stopped singing, simply brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Hello, Nash," I said, smirking. He slung his backpack onto the back of a chair that was next to me, and he awkwardly bit his lip.

"Well if that lip bite wasn't seductive, then I don't know what is," said Maddox, raising an eyebrow at Nash.

"Maddox, if I liked guys, I would still have standards. And you don't meet my standards," said Nash, crossing his arms.

"Nash, come a little nearer me, would you?" I asked, wanting to talk him privately.

"What is it?" he asked, his eyes narrowing at me with concern.

"I think Eleanor has a thing for Maddox," I said, putting a hand on his shirt. Still, he looked me in the eye, and then turned his head to look at Eleanor, who threw her head back in laughter.

"So? Eleanor's just wasting her time pining over someone. I mean, we live alone, we die alone. Everything else is just an illusion created by our minds," said Nash, pushing his fingers together.

"Maybe being alone is just a state of mind everyone goes through. I know Eleanor has gone through that state of mind for a while, and this is the happiest I've seen her," I said, moving my hand to his shoulder.

"Is anyone in here?" said a voice. Matty. He walked in, and sat in the desk in front of me, and sat backwards.

"That is so fucking weird!" exclaimed another voice. Harper.

"Not really. We could just ask some people in the room, you know?" said Harrison.

"Who has never partied before!" yelled Harper, his fist in the air.

"I haven't," said Nash, boldly.

"That all changes tonight," replied Harper, looking square into Nash's eyes.