Screaming and Fighting

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Alright. So I have Chemistry and english with Nate, P.E with Amelia, History with Liz, geography with my brother and math with flynn.

So, according to my schedule, I've got Physical Education with Amelia, which is great because at least one of us like the subject (Definitely Amelia), and then after it, for second period I have history with Liz, which is great but unfortunately it's the only one I've got with her After that I have geography with my brother, Leo, and then Mathematics with Flynn.

Right, and then Chemistry and English with Nathaniel, fucking awesome. *very strong eye roll*

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"All summer! The entire fucking summer he was at my house. I wanted to murderer him by the second day" I comment whilst bringing my fork up to my lips, happily taking a bite out of my food.

I usually hate school-cafeteria food, but in today the lunch is pasta, and it's definitely not half bad.

Nate, who is sitting by my side, and was also the subject of my complains nudges me in the side, making me glare at him and shove him back.

"Kids, enough" Flynn, whom is sat by my other side scolds, holding both mine and Nates body apart.

Amelia is sitting at the other side of the table, directly across me as Liz and Elliot sit by her side, my brother at the head of the table next to Nate and Liz.

"Yeah, drop the act sweetheart, you were drooling all over me" Nate says convincingly, and I roll my eyes at him. "I bet you hope I did." I answer, taunting him right back.

The rest of the group must've noticed we were about to go at each other's throats again, and quickly changed subject. "That party we went on the new year's, remember? That was just amazing. Tate and Ames got so drunk they actually went inside the sea, in the negatives, by their own will." Liz reckons, smiling to herself at the fun memory.

"I would've thought it was funny too. In fact, I was laughing until Nate decided to grab me and push me in as well" I say frustrated, trying my best to not ruin my already-ruined memory and now good mood because of pasta.

Liz and the others start to laugh, remembering the day and my desperate screams. "Put me down Nate, or I swear I'll kill you!" Nate says in a high pitched voice, my own face betraying me as I try to contain the silly smile that wants to appear.

"Hmm, speaking of Bell, have you all heard about her little act today?" Nate asks the table, myself frowning at this.

All the people around the table glance between each other, shaking their heads as they curiously await for Nate to continue. "She got kicked out of the classroom, the little rebel" Nate loudly whispers, his hands around his mouth as if it was a secret.

"What- how? Why?" Leonard asks, intensely watching me.

"Why, why, why. Question of the century." Nate begins, making his loved special effects. "Phew, you'll want to hear this" He says, leaning forward on the table and.. accidentally? Placing his hand on my thigh, acting like nothing happened.

"The pretty lady was using airpods on the highest possible volume. Listening to some damn profanities Mr. Ghail just had to repeat to the class." He grins, taking his hand off my thigh and ruffing up my hair, the group around the table letting out a chuckle. "You're such a dork" Ames says, a smile comfortably resting on her features.

I shake my head at Ames, and turn to Nate, my finger sharply pointed at him. "Mind your own boring life Nathaniel, no need to pipe into mine!" I scold him, annoyed. He needs to learn to keep his lips sealed, but instead his laughter just increases, probably getting flashbacks from the class earlier on. "Oh I'd pay money to see Ghail sing that again" He says, simply holding my hand and bringing it down.

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After the class-day comes to an end, I head over to the tennis court, knowing I've got a lesson right now and I'm almost late.

Walking calmly around campus, someone surprisingly hold my shoulders fiercely, scaring the hell out of me. "Fuck!" I scream, almost letting my racket fall down.

"Nathaniel what do you think you're doing?" I hold my hands to my heart as I say it out of air, turning around to face the brunette boy.

"I'd love to see you try sweetheart" He bites back, stopping me by holding my hand "Huh?" I ask very confused and now turning around to keep walking, Nate, as a good little dog, following me right after.

"Well, because you said fu- Know what, never mind, it's not why I'm here anyway." He shrugs, keeping his pace by my side.

"So you finally have a reason to bother me?" I ask, my eyebrows raised as I hold tightly into the sleeves of my tight sports shirt, feeling a tad uncomfortable. "Yep. I need.. this" He says, grabbing my fist-closed hand and opening it in his own, then stealing my thumb ring.

I frown but shake my head, going back to my senses that I do not care the reason, I don't want him with it. "Give it back" I simply say and he smiles as he let's go of my hand, continuing to walk, but now quicker than me, so I have to pick up the pace. "You are insufferable. Just give my fucking ring back" I demand, only causing him to place it into his finger. God, he has large fingers.

"It'll be part of my outfit for the party, can't give it back." he responds, whistling and still walking way too fast for a normal walk.

"Awesome, buy one for yourself then, asshole" I aggressively suggest, trying to grab his hand to pull out the ring but only causing in him putting both his hands behind his head, walking like he doesn't have something that's mine.

"Uh, well, I could, but I want this one. Uh.. Flynn. Yeah, he told me to, you know how Flynn is with his weird requests" He trails off, his hand stroking the side of his face.

My eyes narrow at this. "Flynn? So you're blaming your obsession for me, on our friend?" I ask him

"Okay, get over yourself, would you?" He scoffs, not looking in my direction. "Fine. I'll call him then" I dare, gripping my phone and dialing up his number. "Fine" Nate stubbornly replies.

"Hey hon" Flynn greets, his tone seeming slightly confused. "Hey, so, I've just been wondering, have you asked Nate for anything these days?" I question him, seeing Nate cross his arms, tongue poking the insides of his cheek.

"I uh.. I don't think so.. no" He says, clearly confused. "Nothing rings any bells?"

"not really, why?"

"Oh well, just wondering" I turn off the call, an evident champion smile on my lips.

"So? anything to say in your defense?" I ask, raising my brows.

"Nope. No need to explain myself to you" he answers cooly, my eyes instantly rolling.

"Stop the childish act and just return what you stole, kiddo" I tease him, but my patience is already downing to the negatives.

"Go to your tennis class and forget about it, sweetheart" He says, stopping on his tracks. I quickly run to him and try to grab his arm as he just puts it further up.

"Such a dick" I murmur under my breath as I stand on tippy toes to reach it, but since I'm pretty much glued to him, he obviously listens and doesn't fail to make a double-meaning remark. "To say the least" He says, pulling the damn smirk. Realizing our proximity I feel the heat on my cheeks and immediately back away.

"Have a nice class, princess" He says, looking behind me where the tennis court stays.

"Yeah, don't walk too close to it, otherwise a loose ball might end up hitting your head" I snarky answer, turning away to practice but I don't fail to hear his little chuckle.

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