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I.. look. I think I've know Nathan longer than most fellas here. He's not a bad guy, and trust me, deep down he's a nice one. That sounds pretty lame, right? But it's true.
I never kept it a secret that I'm always in for a smoke, so it was only a matter of time until I met Nathan in my first year at Blackwell. Ever since we shared that single joint a few years ago, hidden right behind the dorm, we've been friends. I wouldn't go that far and call myself his best friend, which is clearly Victoria's job, but he's fun to be around and I enjoy his company - especially at parties. Anyhow can I talk about drugs here? I.. I don't wanna get into trouble and the lawyer told me that this is safe. Everything is off record, except for Nathan. Okay? Okay.
I knew the name Prescott before I even went to Blackwell. I think it was also written somewhere on the application sheet. I don't remember precisely. Anyway, I was familiar with the name. So when I first met Nathan I was.. surprised. I mean - sure, he's a good looking fella, he would always go for high fashion, he gets away with alot, but there was something about him. He seemed.. well you know, I'm convinced we each have our own skeletons in our closets, but he seemed lost. Lonely. Of course he barely shows this. He's the son of Sean Prescott, so I expected him to be that strict, successful and conceited kind of guy. Hell, was I wrong. The more I got to know about how shit of a father Mr. Prescott is, the more I understood Nathan. Nathan rebels, so he parties. When he's blazed, he's pure life. Extreme fun to be with, and always has the best supplies. Awkward around girls he likes.. you would laugh your ass off, it's hilarious. Oh.. sorry I'm getting out of topic.
People, especially non-Vortexclub members, call Nathan arrogant. But that certainly is not true. He may have a reputation, but he's nothing like that when you get to know him:
We were once having a Vortex Club Party down at the beach, maybe two years ago, I think it was during the first weeks of school right after the summer holidays. I don't know the exact date, I don't think it matters though. We we're so damn high, but soon we were out of chemicals and the night was still young. Nathan and I decided to drive to his dealer. Do I need to name him here? Okay. First name's Frank, don't know the last name. We drove to his RV in the middle of the night, completely stoned. We bought more stuff for the party and decided to take a few pills and share a joint before driving back to the beach. You don't need to tell me how fucking stupid that was. I mean I still get blazed, but nowadays I would never drive or drive with someone, who's on something. But that night - dude, we felt invincible.
Nah, I don't remember that much from this night since I was.. I can't even explain how stoned I was. But what happened on our way back, that's something I will remember forever. Hell no! We did not kill anybody, well at least nothing human. We thought so first. Nathan was driving and I was just feeling the music. The windows were down, cold night air, trying to rap and dance to this stupid hip hop song. Both of us. And suddenly - BAM - the next thing I remember is the car spinning around and around and around until Nathan manages to stop the car, or maybe it stopped itself. We we're shocked! Drop dead. You know that moment of silence, where every second feels like an eternity? That was one of these. It felt like we sat in that car, stranded in the middle of the street, until sunrise. Neither of us wanted to leave his SUV, scared of what we had hit.
Certainly there was blood all over the windshield, we knew what had happened, but we were completely unaware of what. Nathan was so stiff, I tought I was sitting next to a fucking statue, man. I was the first to speak, trying to talk to him, but he didn't reply. He didn't say anything, he didn't even blink. A few moments later he let go of the steering wheel and slowly got out of the car. I went right after him. And when I saw that doe, completely torn apart and covered in it's own blood, I had to vomit. Look, I am definetely not made for that shit. ER dramas on TV? Okay. But real blood and injuries? That's something completely different! But Nathan.. he was so focused. Approaching the dead animal step by step. Suddenly falling to his knees and started crying. He stroked the doe as if this could have brought it back to life. It was surreal. When my stomach was finally empty, I silently went towards him. His arms were drenched in its blood. It was.. I have never seen someone like this, he seemed extremely fragile and hurt. I touched his shoulder to make him aware of my presence. Fuck that boys-don't-cry bullshit, but this was just extremely uncomfortable, as if I was interrupting something private.
I don't remember how and when we got back in the car but we did. I was driving this time. Nathan was not able to, obviously. I drove him directly to the dormities. The entire way back he didn't say a single word, he didn't even look at me. He was crying silently in the passenger seat. I thought he had that break down because of the fucking drugs, I mean he was.. extreme. Sure it's sad, but it clearly wasn't touching me as much as it was him. When I told him that it's okay for me and that I'm sorry, he just glared at me. 'I don't want to be like my father', he mumbled. I told him that it was okay and that he was nothing like a rich jackass, which Sean Prescott represents. He was not that cold person, who only cares about his image, but he didn't even listen to me. 'I always wanted to be worthy, but he's right, I'm weak.' This right there was proof enough for me, that Sean Prescott is the shittiest father. Period. Sure as hell I think more highly of Nathan. But what do you say to someone, who gets humiliated by his father? There are no right words, are there?
Nathan left right then and headed to the dorm without looking back. At that night I knew, for all the money of the Prescott's, I wouldn't want to swap places with Nate.
I went back to the party and told the ladies our Mr. Wealthy got to wasted to return for the fun. Trust me, I tried to drown those memories of that night, but even I couldn't manage to forget those blue eyes full of self-doubt, and stained red from crying. I knew that Nathan needed someone. So the next day, or maybe the day after.. it took a while to get sober, so when I was feeling human again, I went right to his room to see if he was doing okay after the incident. And you know what? He behaved as if nothing happened! He was sitting on his bed, a few dirty magazines around him, watching some horror film while smoking a blunt. I was like 'dude.. about that night..', and he bursted out laughing! Like it has been a prank or something. Like I was the most stupid person on earth to take his behaviour seriously. 'Those pills took me on a weird trip', he explained and smiled right into my motherfucking face. But to be honest, I was relieved. I even started smiling, too. He's my friend, so he wouldn't lie about that shit right? I now realize how wrong I was..
Can we quit here? I think I need a break.