Posh Kids (Gen. 4)

Maddox

"That was fucking amazing, Nash," I said, putting my arm around Nash's shoulder. We were in the nearly empty hallway, about to go to lunch. I saw a couple, who were obviously shagging each other, snog. As we approached them, Nash's expression went from blank to shocked.

"Madeleine?" he asked, his eyes looking sad. She turned around, along with the guy she was snogging with.

"Mads, I get that shagging is your thing, but why would you fuck a loser like that?" asked the guy, sneering. He grabbed Madeleine's face, and continued kissing her.

"That tosser! You're not a loser in my book, Nash," I said, trying to get the sadness out of his gaze.

"Shut up, man. I don't care what you think. Madeleine just used me for a quick shag," said Nash, walking up to a locker, and hitting his head into it.

"Mate, don't hit your head into a locker repeatedly over a girl. If you're going to hit your head into a locker repeatedly, make it over something you care about," I said, grabbing his shoulders, then letting go. He continued to hit his head repeatedly. I looked around, and saw Eleanor walking down the hallway.

"Eleanor!" I shouted, waving my arms to get her attention. She looked at me, and ran towards me and Nash.

"Why is Nash hitting his head into a locker?" she asked, staring into my eyes.

"He saw Madeleine snogging another guy."

"I thought Nash and Madeleine were a one time thing," said Eleanor, looking at him confusedly.

"I think Nash likes her."

"Its kind of creepy to me. I know why he likes her."

"Why?" I asked, inching nearer to her.

"He likes her because he thinks she's pretty and mysterious. I know her really well. She's much more than that," said Eleanor.

"What do you mean?"

"She's mental. She's one of those crazy girls, you know. She's wild and likes to party, while he was reading a book called Nausea in class today."

"So? Maybe Madeleine needs stability in her life. All she does is party and shag," I argued, looking towards Nash.

"Trust me, Nash is the last person she needs. She needs someone like Harrison."

"No. Madeleine and Nash all the way," I said.

"Do you want to make a bet on it?"

"How much?"

"Ten quid. If Madeleine ends up with Harrison, you owe me ten quid. If she ends up with Nash, I owe you ten quid," said Eleanor, smiling. She held out her hand, and I spat in my palm, causing her to reach her arm back.