It was a warm, sunny afternoon as Warren Graham and Brooke Scott made their way towards their favourite spot on the campus, near the fountain, under a big tree. It was casting a cold shade that made Brooke pull down the sleeves of her jumper down.

"Finally a nice weather," she noticed, taking out of her bag, very carefully, the brand new drone she managed to get her hands onto two days ago. It was expensive, and she had to do some persuasion on her parents, who were happy enough with her newly test scores to buy it. She's been dying for a perfect weather, lingering to try it out, see it fly, swirl around the campus, but it's been raining and she hasn't had the chance to.

But now, now was the perfect time, and she held her breath as she activated it, watching it levitate slowly, making it rapidly speed up into the sky on her command. She decided to find out how swiftly it can move, and made it take a sharp turn right to circle the fountain, scaring a bird out. Her eyes followed the drone, fascinated and proud of her choice that was worth every single dollar she, or rather her parents, had paid for it.

"Can I try it out too?" The boy suddenly asked, excited glint visible in his eyes. She turned to look at him, and quickly enough glanced back at the monitor of her tablet. She wanted to play with it a bit more, but if lending it to him meant he'd like her in that way, she didn't have to think twice about it.

"Cool," he said at the first look of the tablet, the drone now controlled by the simple movements of his fingertips.

"The newest model," the black haired girl put hands on her hips, smiling, and for unknown reason, Warren was smiling too. And he wasn't simply smiling at the drone. He was smiling at her.

Her heart begun to beat faster, the same way it always did when their fingers slightly brushed against each other accidentally, or when he was simply standing so close to her that their arms were almost touching. Or when he said something sweet or clever. It's just one of the things she couldn't control.

But the moment didn't last long as the boy quickly turned to look down at the screen, barely managing to make the drone dodge the tree, at the cost of smashing into someone's face instead. He immediately handed the tablet back to Brooke and jogged up to the person sitting on the ground, drone in hand, fortunately unbroken.

"What the fuck?" The person was swearing under their breath with pure disbelief, like it wasn't happening, like they couldn't believe something dared to hit them.

"I'm sorry, dude!" Warren stopped behind the person, who looked really familiar. As he moved to the side to get a better view of who it was, he realised it was Nathan Prescott who he hit with a drone.

He furiously looked up with disgust, his eyebrow cut and bleeding, but otherwise appearing unharmed. "This crap's yours?" He asked, angrily increasing the pressure of his grip on the drone's chopper, and Warren was sure that he was going to completely break it.

"As you can see, no one else is here to claim it, so yes, it is mine," he answered, trying his best not to smirk, making Nathan even more angrier. But he always was angry, there was no time Warren would see him being otherwise. But maybe he was wrong, after all, he didn't really pay much attention to him, and they had never spoken to each other before. Although there were a few times Nathan showed some interest in Warren, like the time when he stuck a photoshopped picture of Warren to his door, so he tried to stay out of his way. He was a bully, and a very powerful one, too. Especially with his father's precious money.

"Whateverthefuck, don't get clever with me, you fucking loser," Nathan abruptly stood up, but instantly fell backwards probably due to the dizziness, and Warren caught him by the shoulder, disoriented, wondering if the boy's high or if he's been hit so hard he might had a serious injury.

"I think you just fell for me," Warren couldn't stop the temptation to say the joke, but Nathan responded with a low, animal-like growl.

"What the fuck?!" He shot up as quickly as if he'd been burned with a hot kettle, freeing himself from Warren's grip, annoyed and slightly terrified.

"You okay or should I call the–"

"Don't fucking touch me!" He stepped back. "I'm not fucking gay!"

Warren furrowed his eyebrows. Such a shame he didn't get to finish his sentence. He wanted to ask him if he needed to be sent to a psychiatrist or something, and seemingly, he did, because he was talking nonsense.

"Okay? Cool? Me neither. Now, dude, you seriously look–"

"Don't look at me, you creep!"

Warren looked down, covering his mouth, holding the laugh in. He could've sworn there was a frustration on the boy's face.

"You're bleeding, just sayin'," he shrugged.

"Yeah, 'cause you fucking made that piece of shit fly straight into my face!" He shouted, and Warren looked up to see him still holding the drone, and wondered how he'd react if he asked for it back.

"I can fucking sue you, asshole."

Warren smirked. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you insured your face. I guess I'll go to jail because you can't dodge a big, metal, very obvious drone flying your way."

"You fucking–" Nathan suddenly gripped the boy by his collar and brung him closer to himself with one movement, his jaw clenched and muscles raging in his cheek.

"I said I'm sorry, OK? What you want me to do? Write you an apology? Write your daddy an apology? Write the whole fucking state an apology because of a nearly invisible scratch on your face?"

Nathan swung the drone in rage at the boy who dodged just in time.

"You're fuckin' crazy!" He shouted, lunging himself at Nathan, trying to take the drone out of his hands, but they both fell to the ground, fighting for it like a pair of animals. In the end, Nathan ended up pinning Warren to the ground, sitting on his chest, victorious expression on his face.

"Not so clever now, are ya?" He asked, his blue eyes drilling into Warren's who didn't even dare to breathe and it slowly occurred to Nathan that the position they were in could easily be mistaken for a sexual activity taking place on the school grounds.

He quickly got up, stepping away, and Warren could of sworn the other boy was embarrassed and uneasy.

"It's okay, buddy. Homosexualism is really a normal thing to be discovered by–"

"I-I'm not fucking gay, OK?"

"Then why are you blushing, hmm?"

"Because I'm fucking furious and I'm barely stopping myself from tearing you to pieces."

"In bed?"

That was it. Nathan had enough. Warren took it too far.

"Woah, dude, I was joking, chill," Warren quickly added, afraid of Nathan's deadly and venomous expression.

"Well, Graham, let me tell you an even funnier joke," he answered through tensed mouth. "You ain't getting your little toy back," with that said, he placed the drone underneath his arm and turned around to go.

"Dude, come on," Warren began walking by his side. "It isn't even mine–"

He appeared unmoved. "Could've thought of that before, couldn't you?"

Warren sighed and let him go. Soon enough Brooke appeared by his side.

"Where the hell is he taking my drone to?" She asked angrily.

Waren only shrugged. "Who knows."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Well, go and get it back, Warren, it's my drone."

"He didn't seem eager to give it back."

"Make him eager, Warren. You hit him with it, not me," she crossed her arms.

With a long and dramatic exhale, Warren finally set off to recover Brooke's possession that fell into the wrong hands.

Man, this is gonna be challenging, he thought.