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I start to make my way to the locker room to change out for the night, but stop when I hear a locker door open up. I walk in the direction of the sound to see Nathan putting clothes in it and sighing. I walk by his side and lean on the lockers, "Are you alright, Nathan?" He closed the locker door, silent. I look at him in need of an answer, "Nathan." He looks at me, shaking his head back in place, "Right, sorry." "Nathan, what's goin on?" I asked him. He sighed, "Well, I can talk to dead people. Can you believe that?" I furrow my brows, "What, what are you talking about?" "Remember Jamie?" I nod my head, listening. "Well, he was dead." I let out a heavy sigh. "Nathan, I'm sorry." I put my hand on his back comfortingly. He shrugged, "Well, I can still talk to him, can't I?" I nodded, "I hope so. You'll just have to figure out how to. I can help you through it."
My heart snapped a little when he looked down in despair. It hurt seeing him so upset, no matter how rare it is. "Is there anything I can do, Nathan?" He looked at me smiling a bit, "Blowjob for 50 quid would be nice." I hit him on the shoulder playfully as he laughs at his own joke. "So what about your dad?" I lean back on the lockers. "I've actually gotten closer to him. How about that, huh?" I smile, "That's real good, Nathan! What's you guys do?" He turned to lean on the lockers as well, "Made him buy me breakfast." I laugh a little. I see him look back down in despair. "Nathan?" He looked back at me. "Just..talk to me when you need someone, alright? I know no one else here will listen, so let me be a pair of ears for you." He nodded, still silent, and I wrap my arms around him for a hug. I turn around to see Simon walk in and I quickly let go of Nathan. Simon saw us and turns to walk out. "Wait, wait, what's you need, Simon?" I call out to him.
He walked back in, looking psycho and awkward per usual. "The guy in the mask. I followed him, I know where he lives." I watch Nathan open the locker back up and fiddle with something inside of it. "Yeah, what about it?" I look back at Simon, "We should talk to him, find out who he is." I turn to Nathan, "It'd help us figure out what's going on." Nathan scratched his forehead and closed the locker. "Alright then, let's go." Simon walks out of the locker room. Nathans goes to follow him, but I reach over and grab his hand. He holds my hand back and chuckles to himself, "I can't believe I can see dead people, I'm like the sixth sense." I roll my eyes laughing, "Yeah, except you don't die like Malcom did."
