Chapter 40

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Additional cast:

Dulce Maria as Nina Matthews

Ansel Elgort as Matthew "Matt" Foster

Nathan's POV

Sleeping all day long yesterday kind of put me back on track. Well, Dylan woke me up to go to practice, so thankfully I didn't miss it. That douchebag finally did something right. The moment we finished I got home and just crashed again. Last weekend was way too much to handle. A part of me wishes it had never happened; nothing would have disturbed me. Yet another can't imagine how things would have been in that case. I feel like I wouldn't have it any other way. Does this make sense? It's nonsense really. Damn it, Nathan! Have I started thinking like a damn chick? I don't recognize my own self! I put my phone in charge. It has been off since Sunday. I didn't bother to do it sooner. I needed to be left alone for once. I take a quick shower. Being "this year's big basketball talent" has its pros once more. I have one of the biggest rooms in the frat house with its own bathroom. I can't think of waiting at the line every morning for a piss like most do. I wonder how they even do it. I wrap a towel around my waist and search for some clothes. It's Tuesday so I'll probably meet Joseph after practice and go grab a bite. He's most likely gonna be at the gym. Joseph is actually one of the most decent guys around. He's not a ΚΕΓ brother so he hasn't the attitude like the majority in here. He is not a jackass as well. He is fun to hang with but at the same time able to make an actual conversation. I should text him to meet at the parking spot later.

Woah, my phone has been off for two days and it's like the whole universe has been searching for me. Calm down, people. I have 6 calls from Susan and a text in which she complains about my disappearance on Saturday. I had more fucking serious problems to deal with, lady. Then 2 texts from Brenda with picture of her and Jessica in their devil halloween costumes or should I say in nothing. Those things barely leave a thing to imagination. Horny cheerleaders. I've got also a text from my dad. It's actually Kate, she must have been playing with his phone. I don't think my dad will ever say "Hello, Nathan. It's Dracula.Boo."

The last text is from an unknown number.

"Good morning, Nathan! It's Vanessa. How are you feeling today? 😊 "

Where did Vanessa get my number? Woah, she really texted me to check on me. I should answer this now. I don't want her to think I'm ignoring her or something.

"Hey, Vanessa. I was sleeping all day long yesterday and I just turned on my phone."

I hit send and wait. WTF? I didn't even answer to her question!

"I mean goodmorning. I feel a lot better. How are you?"

I hit send once again. She will probably think I'm lame. She has been waiting long enough for an answer, I could have waited some damn seconds to say the right thing.

"I'm glad to hear that! Sleep always helps. I am good. I am having class in about an hour so I am getting ready. Goodmorning! 🙈"

"Good. What class do you have?"

I should probably start getting dressed since I'm still in a damn towel.

"Media law. Sounds boring? What are you doing today? 🙉"

"Well, you said it yourself. What's your major? I'm having practice in a bit."

"Ha, I was so sure you would say something like that so I said it first. It is really interesting though. 😝 Journalism-major. It is so weird I don't know yours either."

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