"Welcome to the BBC news at 6. First up, teenager (he's 20, I know) Nathan Maloley is wanted as he is alleged suspect for crime involving a shooting of a close friend, Georgia Parkinson" All of us shut up and listened to the TV. Leaping over to the remote, I pressed paused and turned my attention to Nate who had jumped up.
"WHAT?! F*CKING WHAT?!" Staring at a photo of himself on the TV, he screamed from the back of his throat.
"Nate?? What the hell? You didn't shoot me, did you?" Whispering the last bit of the sentence, Georgia eyes flicked up to his eyes, a soft tone in her voice.
"F*CK NO!" Examining his hands as if wondering what they could do, he gritted his perfect teeth.
"NATE, YOU F*CKING SHOT MY GIRLFRIEND" Sam charged over to Nate and looked him in the eyes before pushing him backwards so that his head slammed against the wall.
"YOU KNOW I DIDN'T!! YOU SAW HIM" Not wanting to fight back because him and Sam are best friends, he just argued.
"IT WAS DARK. FOR ALL I KNOW IT COULD HAVE BEEN THE F*CKING EASTER BUNNY" Lunging forward and making his fist plummet into Nate's cheekbone, Sam took a step back and watched as the blood oozed from his best friend's wound.
"SAM! What the hell are you doing? Calm down, it wasn't Nate!! I was with him when Georgia got shot. You know he couldn't do something like this" Shocked at Sam's actions, I kneeled down next to Nate as he groaned in agony although he could have fought back, he chose not to, once again. Since Kenny wasn't here to make everyone feel better and stop the fights and Amelia wasn't here to cheer everyone up, we had to deal with this ourselves.
"Nate, look at me" Inspecting the large cut on his face, I could almost feel the pain for him so I instructed Cara to get a ice pack and a towel.
"How is this possible? Someone framed me" As Nate rose from his position and held himself upright, using the resilient wall for support.
"I know, I don't understand how this happened. All because of a race" Georgia took Sam into a different room to calm him down. Deep down, I knew that Sam knew that it couldn't have been Nate.
"I guess people get competitive" Laughing a little which resulting in a series of coughs, Nate stumbled to his feet as I helped him lie down on the perfect sofa.
"Well that's the largest understatement of the year" Smiling to myself as we tried to make light of the situation, I dabbed the blood away from his face and pressed the ice on his cut.
"We need to make sure Sam knows" Struggling to get up and tell Sam, I pushed him back down.
"He does know, you're his best mate" Pulling his hand up for him, I rested it on the ice pack so Nate held it himself whilst I stood up.
"Yeah but something tells me he doesn't believe me" Chuckling to himself, he sat up as he was beginning to become stable again.
"Just give him some time. Anyway, how come the police haven't arrived yet?" As if on cue, a deafening, crashing sounded from the opaque door.
"POLICE OPEN UP" Almost making the door topple to the floor, the police shouted through the letterbox.
"Sh*t. Take this" Nate stood up and shielded me, slipping a weapon into my hand and pushing me into another room before opening the door.
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Bad Boys, Sarcasm and Emotions // Nate Maloley
Fanfiction//"The only thing worse than a boy who hates you, is a boy who loves you"//
