Warren buried his face inside of his pillow, he was being a fucking idiot. Nathan Prescott, of all people, him! The one with the stick up his ass attitude. He couldn't do this. He sighed into the fabric, his blanket crumpled up on the floor and his sheet only clinging to the bed by his left foot. He shook it off in annoyance. He still felt like a prick for even thinking about Nathan as, well, anything other than despicable. But to be honest, he had been pretty nice back there, Nathan had picked up his stuff, and even taken him back to his dorm.

Warren sat upright, knowing he should just stay put, but he couldn't just do nothing. It would drive him insane. He looked around the room, it was a mess in progress. He ran a hand through his already messed up hair. "Fuck this."

Nathan couldn't stop worrying about Warren, he felt bad for leaving him all alone. It couldn't be helped though, he was sure he wouldn't exactly be accepted inside with a open heart or hand. And he still had classes. So that sucked.

He was stuck in science, the teacher had actually looked disappointed when he had said Warren was too sick to come to class. Test tubes were laid out on the table, even on days like today when they were just taking notes. Everyone had their notebooks out and the only sound was Ms. Grant talking and pencils scritching against the paper.

Nathan couldn't help but draw on the edges of his paper, he knew he didn't have to pay attention anyways.  Sunlight streamed in through the windows, dancing through the glass tubes on the table. A skeleton stood in the corner, looking discarded. On the back wall a sink was embedded in the counter, and by all of them were cabinets with glass windows, they held different ingredients. Ms. Grant stood at the front of the room writing things in a neat way.

Nathan's head was bowed over the paper, drawing small silly things. He paused to look at the clock on the front wall, only ten minutes of class left. Then be had a free period. He decided to actually pay attention. [I know, appalling.] Ms. Grant was wrapping up the notes. They had homework. Of course they did. 

Soon class was over, Nathan had taken two of the worksheets, he had decided to take one to Warren. Nathan quickly arrived, giving a quick rap at the door, "Warren?" A voice came from inside, "One sec!" Then some footsteps. The door opened and Nathan was greeted with a blank look from the other boy. "Um... Hi." Warren said, "Hey... Sorry about this... Just, uh, Ms. Grant gave us homework... I assumed you'd want it." Nathan responded, holding out the homework he had received, "Chapters eight through eleven."

Warren stared at Nathan, "Yeah, um. Thanks." He gave his head a small shake, thinking to himself, 'Snap out of it Warren. This is the guy who literally fought with you in the school parking lot.' He glanced down at the floor where the carpet was itching between his bare toes. "I- um.." Nathan started to talk and then stopped himself, "..." It was weird and quiet until the door to the dorm hall banged open and some boys came in, talking loudly about God knows what. "I'll get started on this then..." He quietly stepped back into the room and closed the door, "Yeah ok- Oh."

Nathan was back in his dorm, It was dark, as always. He slammed the door behind him, 'IDIOT.' He scowled at his own foolish actions, " You never should have gone back to his dorm.' He thought vehemently. He was angry, but only at himself. His head was spinning and he had to sit down, he cradled his head in his hands. He didn't want to move, or think. He was exhausted.

[Okay. The last chapters have been short, SO HERE! Just so I can update something. I'm planning on writing the new chapter as soon as I publish this though. I'm putting this up higher on my list from now on... Maybe. I'll probably forget.]