He's Innocent [ManxBoy]

Nate's point of view:

"Nathaniel! wake up and come down stairs!" i groaned and flipped on to my back as i heard my mothers retreating footsteps. It's monday and she knows how i dislike Mondays. i don't hate them. hate. that's a strong word and i won't use it. it's mean to Monday, you never know the day could have feelings.okay it's monday and i'm being rediculous, tired and exhuasted so just ignore anything crazy that comes out of my mouth.

my phone rings which startles me so much i end up falling off my bed. i land with a hard thump. i quickly grab my phone and answer it. "hello?" i wasa rewarded with a loud scream. i dropped my phone and covered my ears, once i was sure that the screaming was over i picked it up again.

i looked at the collar ID and realized it was my best friend Abby. She was a crazy little thing, always screaming and going on about world peace and how it's so out of peace it's retarded. i don't get it either she's a weird one.

"Abby it's.." i look over at my alarm clock and saw it was 5 in the morning. "five in the morning. What could possibly be scream worthy?" i asked her as i pick my self off the floor and sit on my bed.

"Exactly five in the morning why do you sound so sleepy?" she asked clearly confused. i mean seriously who wakes up at five in the morning and is so chirpy. well besides Abby. nobody that's who!

i throw myself on my bed and groan. "Abby knowing us we could sit here and argue about waking up happy all day but i'd rather end the phone call and get ready for school." i yawned and she screamed again causing me to drop my phone in shock. "what you do that for?" i asked getting slightly annoyed with her attitude. see mondays and mornings aren't my thing.

"That's what i wanted to talk to you about!!" she giggled. "since you know my father is princible and all..." she started. "yeah?" i urged her on. i heard her take a deep breath which usually means she's going to talk really fast. "we'regoingtohaveanewteacherandheisgoingtobeournewlatinteacherhowexcitingright?" she let out a loud breath.

i paused trying to ponder what she said. i've been friend with her since freshman year so i kind of got the just of what she said. "so we are going to have a new latin teacher?" she sighed frustated. "doesn't anybody listen to me? yes Nate we are! how exciting!!" she said as if i was i retarted three year old.

i rolled my eyes at her. "hey! don't roll your eyes at me." she said in a black person accent. no offence to black people. "i don't like how you know me so well." i said as i got up and made my way to the closet. "oh boohoo get over it. now what are you wearing?" she asked.

i looked at my closet and totally blanked. "i have no idea." i sighed. "no worries i will be right over!" and with that she hung up and threw my phone on my bed. i looked back at my closet and groaned. "Why does this have to be so hard?" i ran my fingers threw my hair.

the door bell rang and i ran down the stairs to answer it. "i got it mom!" she yelled an okay and i answered the door. i was expecting the hyper, screaming, hair coloring, Abby to be there but was so wrong when a boy standing there. he was about my age maybe a year older. he had a strong jar and big muscles and you can clearly see the abs in his tight white shirt. he had blond hair with deep blue eyes.

i was completely shell shocked. "who are you?" i asked looking into his deep blue eyes. "Samuel, you?" he asked his voice was deep and kind of rough but it was cool. "oh um.. Nathaniel but everybody calls me Nate except my mother she thinks short names are weird." i explained. he laughed lightly at my response. "oh um.. can i help you?" i asked remembering he was at my door for a reason.