Nate's POV
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I miss him, God do I miss him, but this doesn't mean anything, he doesn't miss me. I haven't talked to him in 5 years but I haven't talked to anyone in 5 years to. I couldn't talk to anyone, I can't.
I walked into the library where my mom worked, yes she works at my school, and no I'm not ashame. I walk around her and wrap my arms around her.
"Oh you scared me, how's school going?" She said in her caring motherly voice.
I shrugged my shoulders, and made the half and half movement with my hand in front of me to so her it was iffy.
"That's good I guess honey." She said kissing my check.
"Will you ever talk to me honey?" She asked me.
"I shrugged again." I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and texted her.
"I love you Mom have a good day, also I'm staying after school to practice for my band concert ok?"
I kissed her forhead, and continued walking twords the bathroom.
When I turned the corner something was thrown at my head.
"Oh my gosh Nate! I'm so sorry." The mysterious boy said.
I didn't reply I just looked up, and saw who it was. I gasped and reached my hand up to touch his face, it might've been weird but I had to make sure it was real.
"You know who I am don't you Nate?" He said quitely
I shook my head up, and down quickly.
"I'm sor..." Is the last thing I heard before I passed out.
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To Think It All Started With A Strawberry Pop-Tart (Nadam)
RomanceStarted with a strawberry pop-tart, ended with a death, began with a textbook. Nate + Adam = Nadem Book Five of the High School Romance Series. Can be read alone. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Contains death, and details of the death.
