Guilty As Sin? (Nathan Prescott x reader)

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Y/n's pov
For the next two weeks I didn't go to school. The morning after Nathan found me and we stayed in his room I texted my dad and drew back. Everyone else, besides principal wells, Warren and Nathan, don't know where I'm at. I've been meeting up with Warren to work on our project and instead of staying in my room I've been staying in Nathan's.

I've felt so...empty? Ever since I found out and I don't know how to go back to normal. This morning though I set up a meeting with Andy, Steph's parole officer, for tomorrow. Today was Friday, Nathan was in class and it was still early. I've basically been bed ridden this whole time. I stopped eating unless Nathan insisted, because I knew how bad he felt. I didn't really have an appetite though. Luckily the boys hallway was never as crowded and popular like it was in the girls so I was fine to use the bathroom and shower in there. When I did shower Nathan stayed in the shower room just incase somehow someone saw me and wanted to be creep. If I needed to use the bathroom he would just stand outside the door and not let anyone in. Somehow he said no one questioned it.

Nathan's pov:

The passed two weeks have been stressful. Taking care of y/n, as much as I love spending time with her I'm just not one of those people who are good at comfort and love. She worries me a lot. As much as I hate that she's been hanging out with Warren late at night working on their project I think it's honestly helping her a lot. Making her not only understand better what Steph was going through but also what she herself went through.

I was currently in Miss grants class. I never liked school and I was never good at it, to be honest there wasn't much I was good at. Photography was one of if not the only thing I enjoyed and did good. I've had photos in a couple of galleries and people have always complimented my work...or get freaked out by its alternative style. I'm not very confident in my work, I fear that people only like it because of the name that follows it.

I zoned out the entire class, something I've been doing a lot these past two weeks and when the bell rang it snapped me out of my thought. "Prescott, stay after class." Miss Grant says. I gather my things and walk up to her, everyone else has left and it's just the two of us.
"Nathan, you've been acting strange these passed couple weeks. Don't get me wrong I'm not mad that your not throwing stuff around and causing a scene like you used to. Ever since you and y/n have gotten close you've grown and changed. Lately though you've been off, not focusing, not turning in assignments on time. What's going on?" She asks finally after her long and agonizing speach of her analysis on me.

"Uh - nothing...just have other things on my mind is all.." I explain. "Well I'm sorry to hear that. Is it y/n? She hasn't been in class for a while...I'm a little worried, I've heard a couple rumors and - I just hope they aren't true." She shakes her head as she says that final part. Rumors? Who the fuck was making up rumors about y/n? And what were they? "Y/n is...going through some things...she should be back soon though." I assure her. "Alright well, if there's anything I can do to help please...let me know. I don't wanna lose the new version of you that has come around this year. Your dismissed." She dismisses me and I leave. I go to my locker and put my things inside to head to lunch.

On my way I notice all the Prom banners, which was coming up sooner and sooner. To be honest when I asked y/n to meet me at the parking lot the plan wasn't to tell her about college but instead it was to ask her to prom. I had a whole thing planned but i chickened out how pathetic I know.

I mean should I even ask her now? Would she even wanna go ? I take a seat at lunch table, I sit with the other vortex club members of course. Courtney sat beside me which was odd, but I ignored it infact I usually always ignored her until she tapped me on the shoulder. "Nate, since y/n has become the next Rachel amber you probably don't have a date to the vortex party tonight. I think it would be tots awesome if we went together!" She says and my face turns to disgust. "Get your fucking hand off of me, and I'd rather gouge my eyes out than go with a puppet like you to anything." I say and angrily stand up and leave the cafeteria.

The halls were empty for the most part and I was at my locker gathering my things so I could go back to my room u til my next class when some one pushed me. I turned around, "Dana what the fuck?" I ask when I see it was her that pushed me. She looked pissed and by the sound of the voice she definitely was, "where y/n? I haven't seen her since the play, she's not in her dorm, where is she? I'm so worried and I know you know where she's at so tell me right now before I scream and get you into trouble!"

"Jesus Christ- she's been staying with me...I'm not supposed to say why..." I confess. "What? Is she okay?" Her expression changes from angry to worried. "Yes- she's just going through some things, I'll tell her you asked and she can decide if she wants to tell you more..." "okay... thanks." She says as she walks away.

The old me would've handled that situation a lot differently. Miss Grant was right I have changed. Not because of the pills that my therapist and dad insist I need but because of y/n. To be fair I was still a prick sometimes but not nearly as much as I have been in the past. I just wish I could save her the way she saved me.