GrahamScott Oneshots

Chapter 5

Knock, knock, knock!

"One second."

...

Knock, knock, knock!

"I'm coming!"

Warren hastily pulled on a pair of sweatpants and hurried to the door. It was ten at night, a time when Warren was usually just laying in his bed watching Doctor Who on his laptop until he fell asleep, and he was not prepared for who was at the door.

"Nathan?"

Nathan Prescott wore an expression that played between anger and confusion. It gave Warren chills, and if he wasn't so much of a wimp, he would have slammed the door in the rich teen's face right there. Nathan looked up at the brunet, there was about a three inch height difference that the rich teen wouldn't admit he was upset about, and stared at him.

"Nathan? Did you need something?"

"People are starting rumors about us." Nathan ground out. His voice was tight, as if he was ready to explode with a bundle of unexpressed feelings. Warren hoped one of the feelings wasn't anger. He couldn't deal with getting punched, especially when he it was late and he was tired.

"Are they bad? I get rumors started about me all the time and they all end up going away in a couple months. I mean, except that one time when everyone thought-"

"People are saying we're dating! Dating! Can you fucking believe it?" Nathan cut Warren off. The taller teen stopped to stare at the other in concern. "I can't even walk down the halls without some chick whispering to her friend about us! It's making me sick!"

Warren placed a hand on Nathan's shoulder. "Woah, woah, Nathan, calm down!"

"Don't fucking touch me." He hissed and slapped the other's hand away. Warren flinched back, and he took a step into his room. Nathan folded his arms over his chest. He was wearing his usual red jacket, but it was unbuttoned, and Warren could see the rich teen's plain white shirt that hung onto his lithe frame.

"So what do you wanna do about it? I can't do anything." Warren bit his lip. If there were rumors about him and Nathan, then why didn't he hear anything about them? What if other boys in their dorm saw them talking now and it made the gossip worse.

At the thought, Warren looked down each side of the hall, even if on his left the only room there was Nathan's. Said teen watched as the other did so, and he seemed to understand what he was doing. He put his hand on Warren's chest and pushed him backward into the room.

"Shit! I hope no one saw that." Nathan shut the door behind the two and wrinkled his nose. It smelt of old socks and burnt matches in the other's room. The rich teen spotted an empty pack of matches next to a candle on Warren's cluttered desk and assumed that's where the smell was coming from.

Nathan turned back to the taller brunet and watched as he sat down criss-cross on his bed. "So as I was saying, what are we gonna do about the rumors? Did you have a plan in mind?"

Nathan sighed and looked at a dirty pair of pants that laid on the other's floor. "I was hoping you had one. You're the one who skipped a grade."

Warren ignored the fact that Nathan knew that, and took the nail of his thumb between his teeth as he thought of something that may work. "How about you get a girlfriend to show you aren't with me?"

"I doubt any girl would want to get with the Prescott Family's fuck-up."

"Hmm, okay. Well how about we just like, pretend date? And then we could stage a break-up after a week or so to, you know, make it all seem believable."