Nathan sat in English staring at the fucking idiot who made him annoyed but still made him want to melt. Every single one of his movements was illuminated by Nathan's eye and he would look away each time he turned his head towards him. Warren's tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips and Nathan was caught in a trance. All he could think about was that night. His cheeks warmed and he stared out the window in hopes of reminding himself that he has to be straight. Prick Prescott would be more ashamed of him than he already is. Having a 'fag' with the family name would be worse then Nathan going to jail. But no! The person that made him happier than anyone in the world has to have a dick. The world is cruel. Nathan didn't WANT to feel this way. He didn't want to have little shit eating smiles when Warren even so much as batted an eyelash at him. He was forced too. Yeah! The nerd forced him, tricked him, you could say. If his so called 'father' finds out then that's what he'll use. It probably wouldn't work but he could try and dammit if it didn't feel good to have a lie on hand to finally stay out of trouble. Maybe he could be a geek one day. Probably not but he could try.

[At this point it switches to Warren because why on earth not.]

Warren gripped his pencil in desperation. He was staring at him again. Nathan Prescott was staring at him. 'You like Max. You like Max. You like...Max' was what he had to repeat in his head over and over again. Nathan would smile softly at him and Warren's face would ignite in flames. The guy was a jerk and a pain the ass but when he smiled it was like a double rainbow. Rare and beautiful. Warren craved more and Warren wouldn't give up until he had what he wanted. And people wondered why he had such good grades. He was an overachiever and Max Caulfield was an example. Truth be told, Warren day dreamt about the kiss they shared and ever since that night he has been secretly (not so secretly) obsessing over Nathan. His plan is to talk to him, get to know him, and then by Valentine's day he'll move in for the kill.

When class ended Warren had to stay back and pick up his stuff when a bunch of dicks knocked it down from the table. He heard an animalistic snarl from beside him. Then he froze when Nathan knelt down and helped him pick up Warren's notebooks. His heart was bursting out of his chest and Warren's mind went everywhere. 'Is my hair okay? I brushed my teeth right? Yeah I did but what is this outfit? Does it hurt to wear decent clothes Warren?! No! It doesn-' but his inner rambling was cut off when a hand went to his forehead in hesitant concern.

"Dude. You okay? You're burning up". Warren's brown eyes met a pair of cerulean worried filled eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat and mustered up the strength to speak again.

"Y-Yeee-" Warren paused as he fell forward. Now that he thought about it, he had been feeling sick lately and it was winter so he had to wear a coat but of course wanting to be on time, had forgotten his coat.

A sound of surprise came from Nathan as Warren lay slumped against his chest. Warren was freezing and Nathan was burning up. He grabbed his shirt and snuggled closer to him in the hopes of getting warmer.

[Now it's Nathen? GAHHH. BELL MAKE UP YOUR MIND.]

Nathan didn't hate this position that they were in but it just surprised him is all. Nathan lifted Warren up only to receive a sound of displeasure from the limp boy. "I'm only moving you. You need to get to bed." Warren whined in response. "I'll take that as a okay" Nathan scoffed and rolled his eyes. He was as red as his jacket but Warren was pale. Nathan removed his jacket and wrapped it around his shoulders. Warren sighed as the warmth and smell of Nathan surrounded him and Nathan looked away and covered his mouth and cheeks with his hand.

"We're getting you home"

During their 'little trip' back to the dorm, a bunch of stupid ass kids just stared so Nathan, being the person he is, growled at them to back off and mind their own business. By the time they got to Warren's door Nathan had been practically carrying him bridal style.

Nathan set him down, "This is your dorm... Right?" He asked, trying not to make it too obvious that he already had the number memorized. Warren nodded, looking the ground, "Um... Thanks... For all of the help, uh, and stuff." Nathan smiled, "Yeah... Anytime."

[SO! HI GUYS. I WAS SUPPOSED TO UPDATE ALL MY STUFF A LONG TIME AGO BUT I JUST TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY FORGOT AND STUFF. SO, UH, IF ANYONE ACTUALLY READS THIS STUFF. SORRY 'BOUT THAT.]