Guilty As Sin? (Nathan Prescott x reader)

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Y/n's pov

I was lost, sorta. I was at the park. Which was always the place I came when I needed to get away. When I stopped running I put my hand on a tree to balance myself and puked. Not one, not two, but threee times. I felt so- sick. I just talked to her last night. She wasn't gone. She couldn't be gone. This had to be some sick joke. Fighting for balance I kept walking, clutching my stomach and wiping new tears. Until I saw a familiar RV.

I walked up to it and banged on the door, not before throwing up one more time. Frank opened it opened it up confused, naturally. "Y/n? Is this about me not going to the play- I wanted to but yknow I got record. They wouldn't let me go." He explains I shake my head no and look up at him. And I can see his facial expression change from confused to concerned. "Jesus Christ." He says. "C-can I..stay here for tonight" I almost hyperventilate as I'm trying to speak. "Of..of course come on in.." he grabs my hand helping me step up the steps inside the RV and he shuts the door behind me.

I sluggishly walked over to the couch thing and sit down. And lay my head in my hands as I sob. Frank stays standing. "Jesus y/n I've never seen you like this. What happened? Was it that punk Nathan? I'll kill em!" He says but I shake my head. "Not...Nathan, he didn't do anything...can I- tell you later. I don't think I can stomach it right now." I tell him through my deep breathes. "Uh sure. I'll uh get you a blanket." He says and goes to grab me one.

Frank has been like a brother too me ever since I arrived. Though we haven't been as close lately I knew that no matter what happened his door was always open. I got a sense of Deja vu and nostalgia laying there as I drifted to sleep.

I woke up to the RV moving. I looking around confused, until the events of the night before flashed before my eyes. I almost started crying again. For as much as I do it you wouldn't know it but I hate crying especially in front of people. So I breath in through my teeth and hold back tears as I get up and walk to the passenger seat beside Frank. Before he starts talking I check my messages.

Dad: we are by the pool doors!

Dad: where are you honey?

Dad: did something come up?

Dad: are you okay? No ones seen you since the show.

Dad: please let me know.

Nathan: where are you we can't find you

Nathan: is this about that stupid flower bs

Nathan: cmon y/n I'm a little worried

Max: no one can get a hold of you are you okay?

Drew: where you at?

Drew: I'm waiting with your family by the pool doors.

Drew: sorry about earlier

Drew: ur not mad about that are you?

Drew; what's going on

I ignore all messages out my phone back in my pocket and look out the window. "So, you wanna talk?" Frank asks. "Uh...sure. I guess." I say looking down but then back up and out the window again. "So my friend Steph, from rehab..." I begin. "You've mentioned her" he says. "Yeah well she was supposed to come to the show...but after the show her p.o.- came up to me and said she overdosed the night before" I sniffle as I explain and try my hardest to hold back tears.

"Shit y/n, I'm sorry. I- I'm not stranger to grief that's for sure." Frank says. "That means a lot. I had plans yesterday and kind of...ditched everyone. I feel like shit" i explain. "Don't worry, once you tell them they will understand. Listen why don't we uh go pick up some shity gas station food for breakfast eh? Like old times." He offers. "That would be nice."

And that's what we did. It was nice to be back hanging out with Frank. Though he has changed a lot over the years he still has a soft spot. My phone kept going off.

Nathan: hello?

Nathan: no one's heard from you for hours what's going on? I checked ur dorm and no one's seen you there

Dad: sweetie your mother and I aren't leaving town until you come around.

Unknown: hello y/n this is Andy. I understand that you must be extremely upset at the moment, as am I. I would love for us to meet up there are some things we need to discuss.

Over the next couple of days I stayed in franks RV, I didn't go to school and the more days that went by the more texts that came. I felt bad but I also didn't. It was none of their business. I didn't plan on going back until I got these texts.

Warren: hey y/n I was wondering if you were still good to meet up to work on our project?

Me: ofc Warren but don't tell anyone that I've contacted you please.

Warren: everyone is freaking out I hope you're ok and ur secret is safe with me!

Me: I'll be over tonight.

Weird that it was Warren that got me to respond back, but I knew how important this grade was for him and I didn't want him to suffer because of me. "Hey Frank can you...drop me off at Blackwell tonight? At like 9?" I ask Frank. "Sure, I've gotta make a couple stops before then. You sure you ready?" He asks. "No, but I need to help a friend"