GrahamScott Oneshots

Chapter 7

AU: Nathan goes to a normal high school, not a senior only school. All four grades. No one knows Warren. Also, Warren is slightly older than his actual canon age. Another thing, I kind of made Courtney a bit OOC.

Side Note: I had this part of the way written and then continued it like three months later, so the pace of the story speeds up at the end. Apologies if it's confusing!

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"So, Nate. Do you have a date to prom yet?" Victoria looked towards Nathan, who was sitting with her on her bed, for an answer, but just recieved silence. "I'll take that as a no. In that case, Courtney is looking for someone to go with and I think she likes you!"

Nathan scoffed at looked at his friend. "Like I would ever go with that fucking slut. She's slept with more guys than I can count."

Victoria pouted at his rudeness and he looked away, his eyes landing on Victoria's teal bedspread. "C'mon, babe. You need a date and I have plenty of people you can go with."

"I don't want a date."

"I don't care what you want, you need a date!"

"I don't need a date."

"Yes, you do."

Nathan turned and looked back at his friend, showing his scowl. "No, I don't."

Victoria crossed her arms, her body bouncing on the bed as she wiggled impatiently. "Why are you being so mean? You haven't gone to prom once since freshman year. What changed?"

Nathan almost broke and told her about how he literally didn't need a date, because he already had one. He managed not to, but was sure that he would at some point.

"I found out that it's fucking stupid, that's what." That didn't stop him from giving in and saying he would go this year, just for Warren's sake. "I hate all the people, and how they bang in the middle of the room. It's fucking disgusting." But he still agreed that he would go out and dance at least once, in the gross, sweaty body of people.

"It's not as bad as you think, and you can't just go stag. You need a date."

"I said it before, and I'll say it one more time. I don't need a date!"

A manicured hand landed on Nathan's shoulder and the rich boy looked at Victoria's upset face. "Why don't you want to go? Is it because of me?" Victoria mumbled in a depressed tone. It made Nathan's frown of anger turn into one of guilt.

"No, no, it's not because of you! It's just..." Nathan hesitated, his eyes wandering the white carpet as if it would give him an answer to his problems. It didn't of course. The rich boy sighed, and looked back to his friend. "I.. already have a date." He finished sullenly.

A gasp of surprise left Victoria's mouth and she jumped from her place on the bed to stand in front of Nathan. "You do!? Why didn't you tell me! Who is she? Do I know her?"

"You wouldn't know 'em." Nathan had his eyes on everything except the blonde girl and she noticed his wandering gaze.

"Are you lying to me?" The blonde looked hurt and Nathan's guilt worsened.

"No! I would never lie to you! I do have a date, and I most certainly know that you have never heard of them in your life." The brunet waved his hands around as if it would help him in convincing his friend. Apparently, it did.

"Okay, I believe you, Nate. But you better not be lying to me!"

"I promise, I'm not!" Victoria stared the other teen down, as if she was analyzing him. She was like a mother with all her fretting over the brunet and trying to do everything for him. Sometimes it was annoying, but most of the time it made him feel like he actually mattered.