May Kings Fall

Part 1: The Past

"Your essay is due next Friday. You're dismissed." My college professor said while closing the cap to the white board maker. My classmates started to pack up their bags as my professor started to walk toward her desk. "Also make sure to read pages 243 through 252." I could hear my classmates groan.

"How far are you in your essay?" I turned to the right to face my friend Nate.

"Done for the most part. I just have to write the conclusion." I paused. "Let me guess, you haven't even started yet.'' Nate flashed me a dazzling smile.

"My charming classmate and amazing friend..." He trailed off.

"Yes, I will help you write your essay." I sighed which had become a consistent thing as of late. I looked around the classroom only to find that a majority of the class, and even the professor had left. "But, you owe me a favor!" I started to put away my pen and notebook. This prompted Nate to do the same.

"If you can help me at least get a B on this test I will do just about anything for you." Nate wiggled his eyebrows at me. I couldn't help but laugh at the stupid gesture.

"Oh really now?" I leaned in towards him and cocked my eyebrow. "Anything, anything?" I challenged.

"Anything, anything." Once again, Nate wiggled his eyebrows at me. We stared at each other for a good minute before bursting out into laughter. The sound was extremely loud in the tiny room.

"Alright, I will keep that in mind. You got me to help you with your essay and at the same time you made us the last ones to leave." I pointed out the empty classroom. "Plus, I am starving!" I pouted in a fake manner. "I wish to consume a sandwich." As if to prove my point my stomach growled. Nate got up and started to laugh. I decided not to wait any longer and got up to leave. "Are you coming or not?" I spoke while walking toward the door, not bothering to wait for an answer. "No? Okay, see you bye!" I exited the classroom without giving any regard to whether Nate was going to follow me or not.

I got halfway to the campus cafeteria before Nate caught up to me.

"You know, for someone so short you sure walk fast." I turned to give him my best glare but continued to walk toward the cafeteria.

"I'm five foot five. I am not short. It is not my fault that you're overly tall."

"Six foot three is not overly tall." He added quotations to the word overly. I couldn't help but scoff and roll my eyes at him.

"Hey there, Nate." A blonde in a blue tank top, short skirt and high heels said to Nate stopping right in front of him. It wasn't uncommon for girls to stop Nate. Along with being tall he was the quarterback for the football team. Nate was what people like to describe as the All American Dream Boy. He is tall, plays football, could play guitar, popular in looks, popular with the females, blonde hair, and blues eyes that made girls apparently speechless. Like the blonde who was currently standing in his way. I guess he was attractive if you were into clichés. Which is exactly what Nate was, a walking, talking cliché. "I..umm.." Nate stared at her waiting for her to finish her own train of thought.

"Any day now." I muttered. The blonde seemed to hear me and shot me a glare.

"I just wanted..." Working up her nerve she looked up to meet Nate's gaze which ended up being a mistake on her part. She was once again speechless as Nate flashed her a smile.

"Once again, I am out!" I walked away leaving Nate to deal with the blonde. We were two minutes away from the cafeteria before we had gotten stopped. By the time I had made it inside the cafeteria, the line was almost out the door. "You just have to stop and talk to everyone who comes up to you Nate. You just have to be the nice guy." I groaned in irritation.