The fire alarm could still be heard from outside as Nathan rushed back to his dorm. He knew he had to get the gun off of him.
He bursted into his room and slammed the door shut behind him. He was pacing frantically as he went over the events that just took place.
"Damn that fucking alarm! I had her, I had her!" He was becoming increasingly irritated, then he stopped pacing as he realized something.
"I could have killed her," he pulled the gun out and started at it, "I almost killed her."
He turned the gun in his hand, looking at it carefully from multiple angles, the he turned it so that the barrel was facing him. His finger touched the trigger carefully as he gazed into the hole in the front.
He was interrupted by a loud voice over the intercom, it was the principle, "Will Nathan Prescott please report to the front office."
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," he tossed the gun down on to his bed and exited his dorm.
Warren leaned against his new car and let out a long sigh, "What's taking her so long?"
"Cheer up, buttercup," a bright voice brought him out of his thoughts.
"Max! What took you so- oh, it's just you, Lauren," he slumped back farther.
"Ouch. Happy to see you too," she elbowed him as she leaned next to him against the car.
"Sorry, I've just been waiting here for Max for a while," he admitted sheepishly.
"Ohhh," Lauren smirked, "Do you have a date or something."
"Wha- no no, it's nothing like that," his face was burning red, "I wish I never told you I liked her."
She sighed, "Come on, I'm your best friend and I'm only teasing you," she nudged his arm and managed to get a small smile out of him.
Lauren noticed Max walking towards them before he did and nodded in her direction, "Hey look, there's your girlfriend."
"Shut it!" He liked Max a lot but he knew she was oblivious to his feelings and wanted to keep it that way, "Yo Max! Check it out!"
"What up, Max? How are you?" He went to hug her but she seemed to dismiss it.
"Here's your flash. Thanks."
"No problem." He scratched his head awkwardly, Lauren started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Max furrowed her brows in confusion.
"Lauren's just being an asshole like usual," Warren stated nonchalantly. Max looked to Lauren expecting a response but she just shrugged.
"Well um, check out my new wheels," he motioned proudly to his new car.
"Cool. Very old school."
"1978 to be exact," he smiled proudly, "Now we can go to the drive-in. There's one in Newberg, just 60 miles away."
"You're in the wrong time, Warren. But then again, so am I," she smiled and laughed softly.
"Are you okay, Max?" Lauren asked.
"It's been one strange fucking day."
"I bet," Warren chuckled, "I heard Victoria got a faceful of paint... I'd pay money to see a photo of that."
Lauren rolled her eyes and pushed him teasingly, "That's not very nice, Warren."
"Like you wouldn't have loved to see it too."
"Really? I wish I would have known," Max was starting to cheer up a little.
"So did you get a chance to check out my sweet movie booty on my flash drive?" Warren beamed happily.
"Who the hell says 'movie booty,'" Lauren interjected before Max got the chance to answer.
Warren and Lauren argued a little as Max just stood there looking around.
"Max, are you sure you're okay? You seem really out of it," Lauren was genuinely concerned for her friend.
"I- I really need somebody to talk to... To get this out of my system."
"We're right here, Max. You can talk to us."
"Okay, but for real guys this is only between the three of us," Max looked at Warren, "No social media."
"Max, please. Don't insult me," he sounded slightly hurt.
"I had this incredibly bizarro experience in Mr. Jefferson's class today... I mean, life changing. Have you ever had a dream so real, it was like a movie?" She looked up at her friends, waiting for a response.
"Max Caulfield, right?" An angry voice sneered as it came closer. It was Nathan Prescott, and he was incredibly angry, "You're one of Jefferson's photo groupies..."
"I'm one of his students," Max was calm as she spoke to him.
"Whatthefuckever," he pushed Warren back away from Max, "I know you like to take pictures, especially when you're hiding in the bathrooms. You best tell me what you told the principal. Now."
"I told him the truth. A student had a gun."
"No, you told him I had a gun. That's why he dragged me into his office."
"And did what? Give you a stern lecture?" Max was starting to get angry.
"Nobody, nobody lectures me. Everybody tries though... They try..."
"You should talk to somebody, Nathan."
"Do not analyze me! I pay people for that. Worry about yourself, Max Caulfield."
"Take a step back, Nathan Prescott."
"Oh man, you're telling me what to do?" He was filled with anger and irritation.
"Warren, we need to do something!" Lauren's voice was a mix of fear and concern.
"I'll handle it," he turned back to see Nathan moving closer to Max, "Get away from her, dude!"
Warren had moved to push him away from Max but Nathan head butted him causing him to fall to the ground in pain.
"Leave him alone!" Max yelled in distress pulling Nathan away from Warren.
Lauren ran to Warren to make sure he was okay, "That's your way of handling it?"
Nathan had turned and grabbed Max by her neck, "Nobody tells me what to do. Not my parents, not the principal, or that whore in the bathroom.
Lauren had found some form of courage from seeing her friend in distress. She got up and rammed her body into Nathan as hard as she could, unfortunately this didn't do much, but it did cause him to let go of Max.
Nathan shoved Lauren to the ground and looked back to find Max. Max had fallen to the ground and was almost hit by a beat up truck. She stood and looked in at the driver.
"Max?" The girl with blue hair was shocked to see her.
"Chloe?" And Max was just as shocked.
Nathan was pissed, "No way. You again?"
He was about to grab Max again when Warren tackled him.
"Go! I got this," he yelled to her
Nathan still had the upper hand and started beating Warren again. He punched him until he couldn't fight back anymore. He turned his attention back to max who was getting in the truck.
"Get your punk asses out of there now!" He kicked the door as Max pulled it shut, "Don't even try running away! Nobody messes with me!"
Lauren got up slowly and saw Warren on the ground. He had a bloody nose and a busted lip, and she could see a bruise forming around his eye.
She rushed to his side and helped him up, "Shit! Are you okay?"
"Yeah I think so, that was pretty badass though wasn't it?" He chuckled but that didn't last long.
Nathan was filled with anger and the person he wanted to take it out on had gotten away. He turned to see Warren laughing and his rage grew. He hastily walked over to Warren and punched him in the face again, causing him to fall back to the ground. Nathan was on top of him within seconds, continuing to beat him.
"Get off of him!" The voice was small and barely reached Nathan. It wasn't spoken softly but he had began to drift so far that he didn't realize what was happening.
He felt small hands grab onto his arm and try to pull him away from Warren. They were persistent and began to annoy him. After another tug at his arm he swiftly stood up and grabbed the persons wrists.
He pinned them back against a car and took in who he was looking at. She was small and he felt like her arms could snap under the pressure he was putting on them. He studied her face and realized he didn't know who she was.
But how was that possible? He knew everyone in this school. He kept tabs on everyone, whether he liked them or not he always knew everything that was going on, so who was she?
His train of thought was broken by someone yelling his name and pulling him harshly away from the girl. It was David Madsen, and he did not look happy.
