Nathan Prescott paced back and forth in his dorm room, mumbling to himself, "You got this Nathan. She's nothing, she can't do anything to you. You're a fucking Prescott! You own this school- no, you own this town."
He lifted his jacket slightly to reveal a shiny handgun tucked in the side of his pants. With a swift motion, he pulled his jacket back into place, fully concealing the weapon, and made his way to the main building at Blackwell Academy.
Outside the dorms he kept his head down and was very careful not to get distracted by anything or anyone, he had somewhere to be. Unfortunately things don't always go according to plan. Nathan wasn't watching where he was going and neither was the person he fully shoulder checked on the path.
Papers went falling to the ground, scattering out across the grass. Nathan looked to see a girl frantically trying to pick up the papers before the wind could carry them away.
"Try watching where you're going," he sneered as he turned on his heels and continued to his destination.
"Try not being an asshole," she muttered under her breathe.
She knew who he was, but of course everyone in Arcadia Bay knew who he was. His family was money and power, and they were not to be messed with.
The girl collected all the papers she could and shoved them back into the book they had fallen out of. She huffed angrily as she watched Nathan Prescott walk into the school as if he had done no wrong.
Inside the school, Nathan's footsteps echoed loudly through the empty hallways. He was late for class but he didn't care about that, that wasn't what he was here for today.
He paced through the halls until the bell ending classes rang, then he made his way to the girls bathroom. He waited outside the sort for the right time to enter, he had to make sure no one saw him, and he felt like people were always watching. Finding the right time, he slipped inside carefully.
Once inside with a quick scan of the area he began pacing and talking to himself again, "It's cool, Nathan... Don't stress... You're okay, bro. Just count to three."
He turned to one of the sinks and used it to hold himself up as he looked at his reflection and continued talking, "Don't be scared... You one this school... If I wanted, I could blow it up... You're the boss..."
The door opened and he glared at the blue haired girl who entered, "So, what do you want?" He spoke in a calm tone but his voiced held tints of irritation and anger.
The blue haired girl ignores his question and walked along the stalls, opening and checking each one as she went.
"I hope you checked the perimeter, as my step-ass would say," her voice held confidence, "Now, let's talk bidness."
"I got nothing for you," he didn't even turn to face her, he kept his gaze on the sink he was holding on to.
"Wrong. You got hella cash," her confidence was unwavering in this moment.
"That's my family, not me."
"Oh boo hoo, poor little rich kid. I know you been pumpin' drugs n' shit to kids around here," she moved to his right and leaned in over the sink towards him, her voice was lower this time, "I bet your respectable family would help me out if I went to them. Man I could see the headlines now."
"Leave them out of this bitch," his calm tone was gone now and his voice was full of anger.
"I can tell everyone that Nathan Prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself."
Nathan pushed back from the sink and pulled out the gun he had, pointing it directly at her causing her to quickly back away.
"You don't know who the fuck I am or who you're messing with!"
"Where'd you get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down!" All confidence had drained from her voice and her appearance.
He had her pinned against the wall with the gun pressed firmly to her stomach.
"Don't ever tell me what to do. I'm so sick of people trying to control me!"
"You're going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs-"
"Nobody would ever even miss your 'punk ass' would they?" Nathan snarled at her as he pushed the gun harder into her abdomen.
"Get that gun away from me, psycho!" Her voice was filled with pure terror.
His anger had built so much he was about to pull the trigger when the fire alarm went off. He pulled back a little, the girl took her chance and kneed him in the stomach then pushed him to the ground.
"No way..." He breathed out.
"Don't ever touch me again, freak!" She yelled as she ran out of the bathroom.
"Another shitty day..." Nathan growled as he picked the gun up and stuffed it into his jacket again and stumbled out of the bathroom.
