Warren sighed deeply before bringing his hand closer to the door with a number 111. In the last second, however, he withdrew his arm and placed both hands onto his hips.
Come on, dude, just get the drone back, smooth and easy, he thought.
He reached out again. But didn't knock.
Fuck it! He covered his mouth, frustrated.
Why was it so difficult? He couldn't believe that he was saying this but, he was scared.
Nathan Prescott was a scary motherfucker. With his family's influence; Warren didn't even dare to think what would happen to him if they found out about this.
Warren wasn't afraid of Nathan as much when they were in public, but this was a whole different situation. This was his territory, his room, no one to stop him from beating Warren to a pulp.
Goddamnit.
He reached out again to knock, but then the door abruptly opened before him and Nathan threw himself out of his room, bumping straight into Warren with such force that they ended up on the floor.
"What the fuck!" Nathan shouted. "Stop it!" He added, covering his head with both hands. The drone was flying like mad around his room, and soon enough rushed through the door and onto the hallway.
"Woah!" Warren pulled Nathan by the shoulder towards himself, causing him to dodge the drone. "What did you do to it?!" He asked, slowly getting up, his eyes trailing the directions in which the drone was flying into.
"N-nothing! It just went fucking mad in my room!" Nathan answered, clearly in fear, moving against the wall.
Warren dodged the drone once again, and jumped to catch it, but failed. "Damn, aren't you fast?"
"Just get it the fuck outta here!" Nathan wailed.
The drone flew out of the opened window, slowing down while in air. A slight trail of smoke came out of its top, and before Warren could swear and sprint outside, it came crashing onto the pavement with great speed, resulting in getting smashed to pieces.
As Warren reached it, he placed hands atop his knees and took a deep breath in.
Nathan got up and walked towards the window. As he looked out, he nervously laughed. "And that's w-what you fucking get for smashing into my face, bitch! Karma's a bitch and you will be owned by that freaky Asian nerd girlfriend of yours!"
Warren stared at him and was tempted to throw a rock into his face. But instead, he quietly kneeled down, picking the pieces up.
Oh man. Brooke was going to kill him. In a brutal Battle Royale style. Or worse.
He stuffed all parts of the drone into his pockets and hurriedly rushed upstairs. He walked past Nathan without a word, closing door to his room behind him. As he threw everything onto the desk, the door was opened by Nathan who immediately stepped inside.
"What the fuck, dude," Warren turned around. "You can't just walk in here whenever you want!"
"Oh yes, I can, I own this fucking place," he answered back, staring angrily at the broken drone.
"What do you want, Nathan?" Warren sat on a chair in front of his desk, resting his elbow on the table, supporting his head on his left palm.
He didn't have the money to buy a brand new drone. He wasn't a specialist, but maybe, just maybe, if he got lucky, he would be able to repair it.
"This," Nathan reached for the drone and threw it against the door.
"What the hell?!" Warren immediately got up in protest.
"It hit me in the fucking face!" He answered, stomping on it.
Warren slowly sat back down, running both hands across his face. He was so dead.
"Look, just get out," Warren said quietly, reaching for his phone.
"Bitch don't tell me what to do," he stepped closer and crossed his arms. "You're better off without this fucking junk. Next person you crash into may not be as generous as me and might of smashed your face for smashing theirs."
Warren slammed his palms against the desk and turned his head to look at Nathan. "Are you done?"
"Just about," he answered calmly. "Just buy a new one."
"Wow," Warren opened his mouth in disbelief. "Good one Sherlock. As if I could afford one."
Nathan shrugged. "Yeah, right, forgot everyone around here is fucking poor."
Warren got up and walked towards the door. Then, he opened it and stared furiously at Nathan. "Leave."
Nathan clicked his tongue in response and confidently walked towards the other boy, in a way that made Warren swallow hardly. Nathan was taller and Warren had to look up.
"How about," he started with a sly smirk. "I pay for your new drone?"
Warren furrowed his eyebrows in distrust. "And what would be the catch?"
He scoffed. "Whatever I say, you do. You got it?"
Warren looked to the side, thinking for a while. "So basically I have to be your slave?"
"Exactly," Nathan smiled, his expression extremely confident.
"For how long?" He asked unsurely.
"Let's say," he made an undecided face. "A week."
Warren exhaled. "Deal. I'll send you the link over. Now get out."
Nathan leaned in and smiled devilishly. Warren didn't step back, but their faces were almost touching, and that made him extremely uncomfortable.
"You better be ready before dawn tomorrow," with that said, Nathan shot him a meaningful look, and walked out.
Warren sat onto his bed and mumbled, "Fuck."
