Nathan Prescott...was a 'special' individual. Sure, he harbored many talents (even if they weren't technically used to their utmost potential) but he never experienced common things. he was blinded by drugs and a never ending pressure from his father. Nathan had his whole life set out on a golden platter,no make that a diamond platter. So when he fell, hard, for some nerd , believe me when i say he was surprised--no befuddled out of his mind.
He was in love with a--a guy.
And the same guy that had beaten the living daylights out of him. Just the thought of knowing that he did it for Max Caulfield made Nathan's stomach churn and his heart hurt.
He hated it.
yet loved it.
"Oi ,Nate are you even listening?"
Nathan's train of thought was immediately interrupted by his eccentric friend, Victoria. He snapped his gaze away from the enticing brunette who was talking merrily to max.
"What? Sorry ,shit, I'm still hung over from the vortex party" Nathan mumbled in a disgruntled tone ,pinching the bridge in-between his eyebrows ,feigning a headache.
"Well ,I was talking about Maxine and her fucking hipster shi-- OI!" Victoria stammered ,clicking her fingers in front of Nathan's face demandingly, once again snapping the daydreaming drug dealer out of his loving daze.
"Wha-- oh yeah ,fuck Max Caulfield , Are we done now?" Nathan grumbled ,tossing his hair back ,just revealing his black ,most likely drug induced ,black bags under his eyes.
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Love--Hate
FanfictionRecently many things have been plaguing Nathan Prescott's mind. And they all were Warren Graham.
