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He's Into The Ice King 02: Meetings

|MEETINGS|

Nathaniel was tall and manly, and looked like he just got a cover of some men magazine. He walked in confident strides, showing off his long leg. He attracted attention whenever he was, because he was not only handsome but also a very charismatic and radiant person. Everyone loved Nathaniel and felt special when he would direct one of his signatures smiles at them.

As he walked down the hallway, people looked at him in lust and awe, and some greeted him shyly. It seemed that everyone adorned him, and no one hated him, well no one except Andrew.

Nathaniel’s honey blonde hair emphasizes his aura. This time too, he finally approached the bunch of boys and girls awaits for him, simple action revealed his warm chocolate brown eyes, that a percent of female, and even a part of male population of Saint Helen’s High was enchanted with regularly. His bright smile revealed small dimples on his pinkish cheeks, which made him even more heartwarmingly handsome.

“Hello, guys! Wakey-wakey!” Nathaniel greeted them excitedly.

Why is that guy always so disgustingly cheerful? Andrew wrinkled his nose at Nathaniel. He had to gag whenever he impulse happiness around. He glared at him determined in not answering his greetings.

Andrew’s minions were itching to respond Nathaniel since his gentleness and niceness were obviously contagious. Kyle mustered up some courage to greet him back and got terrifying glare from Andrew as soon as he let the words out of his mouth. Nathaniel appeared oblivious to Andrew’s dark mood and glares which were obviously directed at him and asked them how was their summer. Andrew glared at him when he saw that the guy is not quitting anytime soon he decided to speak.

“It was wonderful!” He responded with sickeningly fake plastered on his face. Despite his ear to ear smile, it never really reached his green eyes. Instead, they seemed to emanate burning hatred straight at smiling Nathaniel.

Nathaniel shifted uncomfortably and shivered slightly at the intensity of the glare. He didn’t understand why Andrew disliked him so much. He was nice and pleasant to everyone, including Andrew but the guy never warmed up to him. To be honest, he didn’t like Andrew either but he still wouldn’t give him a cold treatment and dirty look for no apparent reason. To the point that he couldn’t help himself but be nice to everyone, it was just the way he was.

Sometimes he added super smiles just for Andrew, to tease him a bit because he sensed Andrew’s aversion towards him. But in situation like this, he couldn’t help but wonder if this guy disliked him but hated him, and why does he has to be? He tried to quickly compose himself and smirked mischievously. Nathaniel was about to see something to break the awkwardness that has begun to engulf, but Andrew turned on his shoe and sauntered away.

What’s wrong with this guy, seriously? Nathaniel pondered as he proceeds towards cafeteria.

***

Andrew was still in a pretty gloom mood, and he could feel the start of a throbbing head at the back of his head.

Even though he got morbid content from intimidating Nathaniel with his glare, he was still feeling pretty crappy, and this headache wasn’t helping at all. He just wanted the day to end, to go home and snuggle to Primo, his dog and watch some movie.

However, the day continued in pretty much the same tone, and by the end of classes he was ready to kill someone to get out of there. His minions noticed his grumpiness, and they kept walking a few feet behind him, not daring to ask any questions. Without saying farewell, he got in to the limo that was waiting for him, and went straight home.

After taking one aspirin, and a long relaxing bath, his mood started to shift. He went to his room and snatched Primo. His parents of course weren’t home, and Bridget left just moments ago, after she prepared dinner for him. Andrew felt lonely sometimes, but he wouldn’t admit that to anyone. Maybe that was he hated Nathaniel so much. He had so many people that loved him, and he probably never felt alone the way I did.

“Damn that guy!” He groaned out loud, as thinking about him caused him agitation in return. Sometimes even Andrew wondered why did that guy have such strong negative effect on him, why was just a thought of Nathaniel able to make his blood seethe with anger and hatred?

When thinking about it, it seemed that he hated him from the very first moment he laid his eyes on him. It was probably few years back when he was in sophomore year. Andrew already established a King status in school and despite of being so young, he was being respected and looked up to as an epitome of a role model.

But then one day, this smiling, cheerful guy comes in and casts a shadow in his popularity. And he not only quickly gets to the rank of the second most popular guy at school, and technically becomes his nemesis, but he also dares to smile at him and act all friendly with him. Since the very first moment Andrew has seen him, he could pick out of something he hated about him: first of course his smile, then his dimples, then his wary eyes then, his niceness and impossibly his athletic body, his tan, and his charisma, and if let up to Andrew the list could go on and on endlessly.

Andrew was ever explicitly mean to anyone, that wasn’t his modus operandi. He often smiled at people, but mostly they knew that his smile is more dangerous than his frown. He would smile sweetly at people, and meanwhile he would work his best to bring them down in the shadows. His way – scheming. He was good at it, and everyone knew not to mess with him.

What could he do? His life wasn’t particularly thrilling aside from scheming. It was his way to cope with life, to gain control in a way. He wants to play but no good to be played.

So as soon as he Nathaniel, he worked on bringing him down and Nathaniel was his one and only failure. He had been challenging him. The guy was too damn perfect and Andrew couldn’t find any dirt on him, despite all his effort. He’s plainly innocent. That of course contributed to the hate that was gnawing at his inside. Now, he couldn’t even manage to fake smile at him, while the only thing he wanted to do is to wipe that cringe worthy smile off of his face.

Andrew sighed into the empty penthouse, as he descended to kitchen to eat the dinner Bridget prepared.

“Great! Carbonara, my favorite.” He smiled to himself, as his stomach growled at the aromatic smell, and his mouth watered. Sometimes he would even say he loved Bridget, of course she wasn’t a commoner at all. He has known her whole life, he cared about him since he was a little one, and moved with them to New York to take good care of him. They lived decently through off Andrew’s parents paid her and her husband Antony, at least that was Andrew thought.

As he munched on his carbonara, his phone started ringing. He looked at the screen, it was Isabelle. He didn’t expect any of his minions to call him since he probably scared them off with his kind of mood today. He swallowed lasagna, and pressed the answer button.

“Hello. What’s with the call?” Andrew said with her raspy, sexy voice.

“Hello, Isabelle.” She responded meekly. He talked to her a bit, trying to act all girl friendly, he guessed.

“My apologies but I have to go. I feel sleepy. Can we end this aimless talk?” He faked yawned at the phone.

“Before you go, I just wanted to ask you if you want to go to David’s party this Saturday. It is a party for the start of school year, and everyone expected to be there.”

“Isabelle, you know I don’t do parties.” He exclaimed a bit frustrated with her, because he knew he didn’t like the idea of mixing with intoxicated and horny teenagers. Despite from coming upper class of society, teenagers were still and he considered himself above that kind of primitive behavior.

“But it would be good, we have to show to everyone that we are still the couple, you know before Nathaniel and Allyssa take it from us.” She added playfully. Andrew could feel the vein popping at his forehead at the mention of Nathaniel’s name.

Hell no, he is not going to take it from me. Damn that guy, he’s been stealing what’s rightfully mine. He thought furiously to himself.

“Hello. Are you still there, aren’t you?” Isabelle asked.

“I’m still here. I was just preoccupied by some toxic thoughts. I’ll be hanging up.” He said finally.

“That would be great. I’ll be looking forward!” Isabelle shouted on the phone. “It will be a blast. See you tomorrow. Sharp. I love you, Andrew.”

He hung up the phone, not responding to her “I love you”. What was he supposed to say anyways? He never loved her. He never loved anyone.