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Aiden

Nate was obviously confused. He was trying to lead with his brain instead of using that and his heart, which was what made him so bipolar in what he wanted. This afternoon, he was snuggled up against me and he blushed at every word I said. Then when we wake from the our accidental nap, it's like a switch has been flipped and he suddenly wants me out of his sight. But, he couldn't deny that he liked me. He couldn't look me in the eye and say 'I don't like you'.

This was why I wasn't totally disappointed at him trying and almost succeeding to be a total jerk to me. I admit, Nate could be such an asshole, but I believed that there was something more than that. He was so closed off for a reason, and I wasn't going to pry but I was going to do whatever it took to make him trust me enough to let me comfort him. I wanted to take away whatever pain he had. He cried every other morning or night for goodness sake, you could see the evidence in his puffy red eyes during early classes.

He didn't really go out of his way to talk or hang out with me for two weeks. If I approached him, he'd make small talk but then he'd claim he had to leave. I could tell he was genuinely a bit uncomfortable with receiving a hug at this time so I refrained. He would approach me when he was ready. I had all the patience in the world, I wanted to have that especially for Nate.

Professor Locklear wasn't in yet. I was sitting a few seats and one row down from Nate, Tristan near him as well, and I could very clearly hear them whisper arguing. About me, because it was a common subject between them lately. I didn't mind, I enjoyed even hearing my name pass Nate's pink plump lips, he had such a sexy voice really, he could talk about me as long as he wanted in any way. The argument ended with Nate huffing a defeated 'fuck you'.

Then that kid came in.

Sam.

Come on.

He locked eyes with me and hurried up to stand in front of my desk and lean forward like he was falling. "Sam, what—" that was when my lips were smothered by his. His hands gripped my triceps and the little guy had quite a strengthened grip on him, I couldn't even push him away that easy.

"Sam! What the hell are you doing?" I managed to grip his jaw and hold him away, our lips slathered with his vanilla flavored lip balm. My anger faded some when I saw his green eyes shimmering with soon to be shed tears. "Hey, Sam—" he pulled away from me and darted out of the room then. That same room was rendered silent in utter shock and confusion. I just knew that Nate was smirking his ass off in amusement. I didn't bother looking this time.

I leapt over the desk and went after him. I knew Locklear wasn't going to be in for awhile anyways. He's always late on Thursdays. Sam was found slumped down against the wall separating the men and women's restrooms. He was crying, and even though I didn't have feelings for him, not even feelings as specific as I had for Nate, I still cared.

I sat down next to him, he noticed me there but his face was bright red and he didn't want to look at me, like he was disgusted with himself. "G-G-Go away, Aiden."

"I'm getting real bummed with the people who've been saying that to me in the past few weeks. And clearly, you don't want me to go away; you just tried to suck my face off." I draped an arm over him and scooted closer. Like I had found myself yearning for Nate to do to me. Fuck, Aiden, now's not the time to think about gorgeous boys such as Nathaniel Blanchard holding you.