Love and Hate

Chapter 2

Warren's POV

As Nathan sat on Warren's messy bed, Warren started the search for the first aid kit.

"Where the hell is it?" he thought as he emptied out his closet. Every single piece of clothing that was in there. Out. Warren had never felt as much pressure on him ever before. He felt like it was his job that Nathan was safe since he had brought him to his room in the first place. It just felt like a duty of his. Once his closet was absolutely empty, Warren realised that the first aid kit wasn't there. He let out a groan as he moved on to his drawers that were next to his closet. However, before he could start looking in the new location, he heard Nathan starting to cough. Heavily. So much that water fell from his eyes. He wasn't crying. No, but the cough looked very scary to Warren. So he ran over to Nathan and started gently patting him on the back. Thankfully, the coughing eventually stopped.

"Are you alright?"Warren quickly asked, hoping he wouldn't get the same reaction he got the last time he asked that question. And he didn't.

"Yeah," Nathan replied, putting his head up to look at Warren. "Thanks."

Nathan's POV

Nathan had no idea why the boy had suddenly decided to treat him so nicely. He was such a dick to everybody.

He's just using you. Nobody likes you for who you are.

Oh no. The voices. Nathan knew this was going to happen again. Whenever he started to get nervous or anxious, or maybe when something was just too good to be true, the voices always came.

Nobody cares about you.

He was trying to prevent himself from screaming out loud for them to stop, and he did, but barely. His eyes were starting to water again. But he didn't take his eyes away from Warren's. He had just really helped him out with the coughing fit he had had and he couldn't do anything else apart from stare at him. His dark, chocolate eyes. His messy, long brown hair. Even the voices stopped as he looked at him. "He's so cute." He thought to himself. And just like Warren had done before, he quickly shook away the thought. Warren Graham? Cute? No way.

You're just a stupid fag that everyone hates.

And then the voices started again. Nathan started to shake, his cheeks going extremely red and eyes watering. He quickly turned his face away from Warren but he had already seen.

"Woah woah woah, Nathan. What's up?" Warren asked, worried.

Nathan sighed and silently started to cry, once again, tears streaming down his face. And for the second time that day, Warren pulled him into a close embrace, rubbing his back, saying those comforting words that Nathan loved.

"He's so fucking amazing." Nathan thought. Once the tears had gone, the both pulled away and looked into each other's eyes again. They both couldn't deny the obvious chemistry that they had. For a second, Nathan felt unbeatable. Unstoppable. Un-

"Nathan… Are you ill? Sick? Angry? Please just talk to me."

Those words came crashing down as they brought him back to reality. Yes. He was. He was all of those things to be exact. Nathan wanted to scream. He was ill. He was sick. And yes, he definitely was angry. But not at his father. No. He had deserved every single hit. But at Warren. Because he was being so nice to him. Too fucking nice. He couldn't help himself anymore. He pushed himself away from Warren and stared it him, again. But this time, it wasn't out of adoration or admiration. It was out of anger.

"Get the fuck out of my room."

Warren's POV

Warren was taken aback. He didn't realise how fast Nathan's emotions could change like that. His feelings were slightly hurt but he didn't want to say anything that would make the situation worse.

"Have I done anything wrong, Nathan?"

Warren realised that he had said the wrong thing as soon as Nathan's name left his dry mouth. He had asked too many questions that day. Are you alright, Nathan? Are you okay? How was your day? What's up? Are you ill? Sick? Angry? Have I done anything wrong, Nathan? He was about to quickly say something that would hopefully help him out (like any thing could help him at this point) but then Nathan leaped up from the bed, walked - very quickly - towards Warren and grabbed his throat. He started to squeeze. Hard. Warren was finding it very difficult to breathe. He still tried to form a sentence. Hopefully it would make him stop he thought.

"N-n-nathan p-please sto..."

"Don't you ever fucking mess with me nerd. The Prescotts rule this town. So don't come here, to me, to my fucking room, and pretend that you care. Because you fucking don't. You want something from me. Everyone does. Nobody comes to me for me. No. They come to me for the fucking money. They come to me for the drugs. But no, never me. So get the fuck out of my room and don't ever fucking come back!"

It was hopeless. Nathan wasn't going to let go any time soon. And Warren had no way to defend himself. He barely knew how to throw a punch. He was just a stupid nerd. And it was over for him. All he could do was cry. So he did. Right there, with Nathan choking him. With him running out of air. He burst into tears, the salty water rushing down from his eyes. And that was when Nathan broke. He started to cry. He then let go of Warren's throat. Warren coughed and coughed, not liking the lack of oxygen he had gotten. Nathan started to pace around the room, muttering to himself.

"I-I-I'm….so s-s-stupid."

All Warren could do was stare, tears still in his eyes. This lasted for about ten minutes. Nathan pacing. Shaking. Warren staring. Crying. Nathan had stopped talking. Warren could still feel the pain on his neck. Then they locked eyes. Blue ones looking into brown. Brown ones looking into blue. And then Nathan spoke.

"F-f-fuck. I-I-I'm s-s-sorry."

Warren couldn't even speak. There was nothing to say. It wasn't like he could say, Oh its fine Nathan, I feel great! or It's alright! Come here and give me a hug! There was absolutely nothing to say. Not a single word. Just silence. The eye contact lasted for about a minute. It was then when Nathan rushed to Warren's door, opened it and ran down the dorms' corridor towards the bathrooms. Then he was nowhere to be seen.