Without You • A Sathan Love Story [bxb] | COMPLETED

Chapter Four: Nathan

All that's on my mind right now is work. As soon as I get out of detention I have to get to work.

Work starts at 3:00PM. I get out of detention at 2:45PM.

I make my way down to Mr. James's room. That's where detention is. It's not like I haven't had it before.

But that Simon kid. Oh my. I think I might've scared him off.

"Hey!" I hear someone yell, "Wait up!"

I look behind me. It's Simon. He runs and kinda knocks into me while stopping. I steady him.

"You good?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says breathlessly, "I just- I'm out of breath."

"Yeah," I say sarcastically, "I totally can't tell."

"Really? You can't?" He asks, finally catching his breath.

"It's called sarcasm," I state.

"Oh," he says, "right."

I start walking to Mr. James's room. He follows.

"Can I help you?" I ask.

"Looking for Mr. James's room," he says.

"Wait a minute," I say "You have detention?"

"Yeah," he says quietly.

"Oh boy," I say.

*****

Detention is almost over just a few more seconds.

The bell rings.

I race out the door. I have to get to work. I can't risk being fired. I get into my car as fast as I can and start her up. Then I drive to Plainfield.

It's not that long of a drive, but I'm running short on time. I arrive a minute before my shift and run inside.

My arm catches something from a counter and scratches me but I could care less. I get my lanyard and tag.

"Nathan?" I hear someone call my name. I jump. It's only Luna. Another one of the friends I've connected with over the Internet and met.

"Luna," I say, relaxing from the scare , "Don't scare me like that."

Yeah... I get more jumpy when I'm stressed.

"Oh, sorry," she says, "Um... Nathan."

"Yeah?" I reply, getting my name tag.

"You're bleeding," she states and grabs my arm. Shoot. I am. But I'm fine. It's small.

"It's fine," I say, "Now if you would excuse me, I have a shift."

"We are not going to have this conversation again," she says and pulls me by my arm, "I'm fixing you up."

I sigh and roll my eyes at her. She is very persistent. I'm not going anywhere else.

"Hold out your arm," she says.

"Okay," I say and do as she says. She then dabs rubbing alcohol on the cut. It stings. I wince.

"You know you don't have to work this shift today, I know you're busy with school," she says bandaging the cut.

"No. I have to work the shift," I sigh, "My mom needs the money."

"Nathan," she says, "Listen to me, you don't need to be working extra shifts. I can cover for you."

"But-"

"Nathan, go home," she says cutting me off, "Get some rest, and study."

I stop fighting. There's no point. She's not going to give in. I sigh and take my lanyard and name tag off. Then I give them to her. She immediately takes them.

"Don't overwork yourself," she says, "You need to learn that."

"I'm sorry," I say. Then start walking out.