𝘈𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘠 | NATE JACOBS

the criminal and his mouse

❝Brianne and Nate would meet up every at the motel every Friday. Brianne just made sense to Nate. She fit in like the puzzle piece he'd been missing. The sun to his cold winter days. Before their meetups, Nate would check up on Brianne, and sometimes, he'd even check up on Jules. 

When the week was finally over and it was Friday, Brianne was ready to open that door and pull him in for a kiss. After they kissed, Brianne would first talk about her week. Although Nate saw her in school, he never actually knew the personal details. She'd speak about cheer, fashion, everything. When she was done he'd dote on the little and kiss her everywhere and encourage her.

Then it was his turn. He'd speak about the bore it was being at home, being without her. He'd speak about how fucking tired he was of being discriminated. Even though he did commit the crime. Brianne was too in love to care. She'd place his head on her chest, massaging his head, cupping his hair, kissing his forehead, and comforting him.

Sometimes when Nate had a very bad week, they'd argue. But then Brianne would calm him down and they'd get through it together. Together.❞

"You need a plan, Nate." Brianne spoke. Nate realized his plan. He told her a few details, not all. Not about Jules, not about his short conversation with Maddie. Brianne didn't even realize that she should've put two and two together. She just sat there with Nate's head on her lap. 

It was a few days before Halloween when Nate sat on the chair in Tyler's living room. "Morning, Tyler." he spoke, seeing the man walking in. "fuck. Oh, God." Tyler gasped and shuddered. "Sit down, Tyler." Nate said. "Please, man. Please don't fucking hurt me again. Please." Tyler begged. "Tyler, I'm not gonna hurt you. You're in a fucking neck brace." Nate spoke, trying to sound human. "Just sit down. I want to have a mature conversation. Come on." Nate said. 

"About what?" Tyler said. "Your options..It's okay. Sit." Nate repeated. "What are my options?" Tyler asked sitting. "Not good, man. But one's better than the other." Nate spoke. "Oh, fuck. Please, dude. I-I was in the hospital for, like, seven days. My retina detached, and I can't I can't see, and, and I get migraines constantly, and I can barely breathe through my nose--" Tyler begged. "Tyler." Nate called. "Tyler. I don't care. I need you to take a breath. Relax. I need you to go in your room and put some clothes on. Then I need you to get in your car and drive down to the East Highland police station. You're gonna walk up to the receptionist, and you're gonna tell her that you'd like to confess to a crime." Nate spoke.

"What crime?" Tyler asked. "The second night of the carnival, you ran into Brianne Howard, who's a junior at East Highland High. You'd been stalking her ever since her friend, Madeleine Perez, turned down your sexual advances. Since you couldn't get through to Madeleine, you threatened her friend. You confronted her and told her to tell Maddy. She said no and that Maddy avoided you for a reason. You became enraged, and you choked her." Nate spoke.

"What's my other option?" Tyler questioned, not liking the first one too much. "Well, I mean, go about your day. But, at some point, Madeline Perez is gonna go down to the East Highland police station. She's gonna walk up to the receptionist. She's gonna say that she'd like to report a crime." Nate spoke.

"What crime?" Tyler asked. "On the weekend before school started, she went to a party. She got intoxicated.She was raped in the swimming pool by a 22-year-old college student named Tyler Clarkson. Who, on the second night of the carnival assaulted her friend, Brianne." Nate said. "You cannot prove that I was at the carnival." Tyler tried. "You sure about that?" Nate asked, "Yeah. 'Cause I was here." Tyler spoke. "Here. Alone?" Nate asked, amused. "I'm not gonna confess to a crime that I didn't do." Tyler denied. "Then we'll make you confess to one that you did. Either way, it doesn't fucking matter." Nate shrugged.

And just like that, Tyler confessed. Nate dragged Jules into the plan, forcing her to act as a witness. Finally, Nate and Brianne could be together, they went to the halloween party, Nate dressed as a prison convict and Brianne as Iris from Taxi Driver.

"Nate! Nate! Nate! Nate!" The crowd chanted. Nate picked Brianne up, placing her on the kitchen counter and kissing her. "How about...a little celebratory drink, hm? For me." Nate said. Brianne nodded. He then grabbed two cups, filling them up with alcohol. They cheers and drank. 

After being around each other for a while, Brianne went to hang out with her friends. "Hey Lexi, Rue." Brianne smiled. "Quite the entrance." Lexi spoke. "Mhmm." Brianne chuckled. "This must be weird." Lexi started. "What?" Rue asked. "Like, being a teenager, but not really being able to do teenager stuff." Lexi spoke. "Yeah, well, when I'm an adult, I won't be able to do adult things, either." Rue said. "What defines teenager stuff." hummed Brianne. "Who fucking knows." Rue shrugged.

"Is that Gia?" Lexi asked. "You gotta be fucking joking." Rue said as they all got up, walking towards Gia. 

"What are you doing here?" Gia asked, seeing her sister. "What am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing here?" Rue asked. "Getting lit." Troy said as him and Gia chuckled. "I'll deal with your ass later." Rue told Gia. "Get up." Rue continued. "What?" Troy asked. "I said get the fuck up." Rue said, pulling him up. 

"Now let me just be real straight with you.You ever been to rehab, Roy?" Rue asked. "No, I'm Troy. I'm--" Troy tried. "Roy, Troy.I don't give a fuck. I said have you ever been to rehab?" Rue repeated. "No." Troy said. "Well, in rehab, there are some real fucked-up motherfuckers. We're talking people who are on the hook for armed robbery, attempted murder, real fucked-up shit. Hardcore motherfuckers." Rue spoke.

"It's true. We went once. It was scary." Lexi told Troy. "You know what happens when you spend an extended amount of time in rehab? You tend to make friends with those hardcore motherfuckers. So let me be very clear with you. If you so much as go past first base with my little sister, or try to get her high again, I will call Omar, I will call Marlo.I will call Avon, I will call Brother Mouzone, I will call fuckin' Bodie, and I will call fucking Stringer. And I will have these motherfuckers standing outside of your front lawn. Do you hear me?" threatened Rue.  "Or even Wee-bey." Lexi added.

"A hundred percent." Rue nodded. "Do you know what kind of people these are? These are the kind of people who will strip you fucking naked, and go to work on you with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch. Do you hear me?" Rue asked. "Rue, I don't think he understands." Brianne spoke. "I don't think he understands." Rue agreed. "Tell her you understand." Brianne said harshly. "I understand." quivered Troy. "There you go. Now go out there and tell my sister she looks nice." Rue said.