Nathan Kingston has been forgotten by the world. A dad that fucked off when he was young and a mother gone days at a time with work he feels alone. Especially since he goes to the most elite private school in the city on scholarship. He's falling do...
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Nathan Kingston
Heading into the bathroom after I asked Mickey to cover my tables I let out a long-awaited breath the second the bathroom door swings closed behind me. I tug at the tightly buttoned dress shirt I have to wear, feeling like I can't breathe and like my body is on fire.
Of course, she had to be a part of the last-minute "high priority" table we got tonight. Of course, she had to come in here with her picture-perfect family, dressed to the nines and all happy and smiling. Of course, she was sat in my section because what's this day without a little more torture?
I felt her eyes on me all night, my back heating with every millisecond her gaze was attached to me. But whenever I came over to their table she would look down at her hands, refusing to look in my direction for any longer than absolutely necessary.
Was she embarrassed?
After I've had my minute to cool off I do my business and the door swings open right as I'm exiting the stall, my eyes landing on the tall brunette that just entered the bathroom.
I couldn't really see what she was wearing when she was sitting down, but now I could. Her dress hangs off her thin frame like water, the heels making her long legs more impossibly long.
"Oh, sorry." She squeaks, startled by me, "is this the men's bathroom? I'll just see myself out." She adds an awkward laugh to the end of it and turns around, taking a step to the door.
"No. This is just the bathroom, we don't have men's and women's bathrooms here."
She turns around, completely avoiding all eye contact with me as she makes her way to a stall, "Right. Silly me."
I turn away from her, but not before appreciating her ass in the dress that looks molded to it and turning on the faucet. I try to ignore that we're alone in an enclosed space while I wash my hands, attempting to take my mind to any other place than Ivy Matthews.
It doesn't work.
My hands run under the sink, unmoving while I just stare down at them like an idiot until she comes out of her stall. She takes the sink next to me, her eyes attached to themselves through the mirror, not paying me any mind.
Needing some kind of interaction with her I spew out the first thing that comes into my mind, "I'm sorry about how much of a dick I was this morning. It was a rough morning."
Now I'm apologizing?
She shakes her hands in the skin basin and turns to me, the little gleam of hope back into her eyes instead of drained like it was back at her table, "so you'll do it? You can tutor me?"
Great. I'm gonna have to shoot her down twice.
"Uh," I scratch the back of my neck, glancing over at the wall instead of her, "I still can't tutor you. I have a really full schedule right now."
