nick sturniolo - fireworks + oneshots

oneshot #10 - breakfast club pt 2

3rd person pov:

Barely a minute into detention, Nate is getting unruly.

(Mr. Vernon had already given them a run down. Then he included an essay with no less than 1000 words.)

Nate yells at Frankie and Madi, pissing them off. An activity he's amazing at.

"Aw shit! What do we do when we need to take a piss?" Nate yells out, turning around for answers.

Chris stared at him but doesn't say a word. Nick covers his face. Matt, well, he just looked the other way.

Nate unzips his fly, "If you gotta go, you gotta go." He said, leaning over. Chris silently looked under the desk.

Everyone is looking at Nate now, Frankie was pissed off.

"You're not urinating in here, man!" He yelled.

"Don't talk it makes it crawl back up." Nate responded, talking quieter than before. Still hunched over.

"You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor!" Frankie said sternly, turning around suddenly. Madi followed his swift motion.

Nate looked up and clasped his hands together.

He gasped, "You're pretty sexy when you get angry, grrr!" He mocked Frankie in a baby voice.

Chris (secretly) wanted Nate to say that to him.

Frankie and Nate went back and forth with each other. The criminal joked about Frankie and Madi being together, Frankie knew that would never happen.

The "nerd" who no one but his brothers knew the name of, put his head down. Madi realized that the sounds of their yells reminded her of her parents.

Nate hopped over to the railing, vandalizing the school books.

Matt sat silent, Chris stood beside Nate, adoring him.

They debated clubs. Madi was saying how her prep club wouldn't welcome Nate. She thought he was afraid that no one would accept him, she's right.

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"See you're afraid that they won't take you. You don't belong, so you just have to dump all over it.." Madi said with a small smirk.

"Well...it wouldn't have anything to do with you "activities people" being assholes...now would it?" Nate said, unlimited comebacks. Frankie observed the both of them.

"Well you wouldn't know...You don't know any of us." Madi responded.

"Well, I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not gonna run out and join one of their fucking clubs." Nate responded matter-of-factly.

Chris stared with admiration.

"Ya gonna stop fuckin' staring?" Nate said, turning to his side. He made tense eye contact, but Chris didn't falter. He kept up with his "bad boy" mask.

"Do you want me to?" Chris said with no hesitation.

Nate, even with his extraordinary ability to deflect everything, slightly turned a crimson color.

"Nah, take in my beauty." He said, trying to act like he didn't blush slightly.

Nick looked from afar, remembering the note. He and Chris communicated with their minds. Triplet Telepathy assumingely.

"I'm in the physics club." Nick said, stuttering slightly.

"Excuse me," Nate said, Nick had internet Nate lowkey checking Chris out.