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Warren's pretty sure he's destined to spend the rest of his senior year watching movies alone in his room. Nathan doesn't know if he's ever going to get a break from his father, his infamous reputation, or his own mind. When Max and Victoria have a dynamic changing run-in at the latest Vortex Club party, their two best friends are dragged into their drama - which is basically both of the boys' worst nightmare.
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What?” Warren gawked. “Why’s that?”
“You’re both tall losers with bad clothes.”
Well now, that was hardly a nuanced take. Warren leaned back on the stool, mouth gaping at the insult. Although, being called tall was a nice silver lining, even if it was more of an objective observation, especially next to Nathan. It wasn’t Warren’s fault the other boy liked to slouch all the time to make it worse. “That’s so rude.” Then, an idea struck him. “Oh my god. You’re definitely Anya then.”
Hey, don’t be so offended. Anya’s awesome.” Trying to be a bit bolder with their banter, Warren leaned in closer with a grin. “Don’t worry, I’d never leave you at the altar.”
If it was even possible, Nathan’s eyes seemed to widen even more, a slurry of insults already at the tip of his tongue. Some commotion by the classroom door broke their eye contact, and suddenly Nathan’s face was sliding back into a closed-off frown. Warren followed the line of action, watching in dismay as Logan walked in, flanked by nameless football player extras, all laughing at some stupid joke that was probably at the expense of someone else. Warren shifted back to face the front, not realizing just how much he’d moved during the conversation, which was most definitely over now that Vortex Club members were present. Nathan didn’t say anything, so Warren didn’t bother.
By the time the bell actually rang, and Logan and his cronies had settled into their seats at the other end of the room, Warren decided he could risk stealing a glance at Nathan. Hunched over the table with his arms crossed, Nathan seemed like he was trying to burn holes into the desk with his eyes. A sense of shame washed over Warren’s back, as much as he hated it. The same stupid and familiar feeling that he always got when people were ashamed to be around him. It wasn’t like he was a stranger to the experience, but it still felt the same every time - a dull reminder that he wasn’t a friend people wanted to have in public. At least not people like Nathan.
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“Well yeah, just- nevermind.” He looked down in embarrassment. “You were just a few minutes late, so I thought…”“I’m not gonna just bail on you,” Nathan huffed. Seriously, how many times had Warren been ditched for him to think five minutes was him bailing? Shaking his head, Nathan unceremoniously threw himself into Warren’s car. Warren quickly fumbled after him, having to try a few times before the engine would start. Nathan internally groaned. He was going to die in this deathtrap one day, he was sure of it.
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But they weren’t even a couple to begin with! Nathan had made that clear. As much as he didn’t want it to, it was hurting Warren’s feelings. He wanted to be happy with what he could get, but a part of him was being cruelly reminded that he was to blame for it. Maybe he wasn’t good enough to be wanted as more than a casual thing. Maybe he liked Nathan way more than Nathan liked him, and he was just going to get himself hurt. Like always, he was asking for too much.
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Warren took a deep, dramatic breath, bracing himself and building up the suspense. Truthfully, he had nothing in mind at all. Zip, nothing, nada, until it was finally tumbling from his lips. “Last year, I tried to do a sort-of, maybe off limits physics experiment and it kinda went wrong and blew up in the bathroom.”Nathan looked at him quizzically. “That’s it? That’s so fucking weak.”
“...and I may have told Madsen that it was you setting off firecrackers to save my ass.”
With an indignant noise, Nathan shoved his shoulder, trying to push him away. “You dick! That was you? Man, he totally went off on my ass for that, and I couldn’t even say it wasn’t me, because shit, it does sound like something I’d do, but-” he paused abruptly as Warren sat up on his elbows, still laughing. “Holy shit. Maybe you are a bit of a badass.”
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But he didn’t want to keep doing this weird, unsaid bullshit. Warren meant too much to him by now. And maybe he was more important than the fear that Nathan had been carrying around his whole life.
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“Okay, so, how are we doing things? I mean, we can take everything at your pace,” Warren said, nearly tripping over his words. “We don’t have to tell anyone if you don’t want to-”“No, fuck that,” he interrupted. “Everyone basically already knows.”
“What? How?”
Nathan scoffed, brushing away some of the snow from Warren’s shoulders. “I don’t know about you, but for the past two weeks all of my friends have been drilling it into my head how goddamn obvious we apparently are.”
“Oh.”
“Also, we’re literally kissing in the school’s public parking lot right now.”
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