Hey guys! Now, I know, I took forever to write this chapter, but I've been so caught up in school work that I've barely had the time to write. A good thing though, is that apart from writing my chapters in my free time, I also write in class, mostly the boring lessons, usually German or History. So I'm happy that I'm able to get this chapter out. Enjoy!

For Reva, Joy and Safa

Warren's POV

Nathan had gone into the boy's bathrooms. And Warren was going to have to follow him. But it was not going to be easy. He walked down the corridors, really hoping that he wakes nobody up. Trying not to make a single sound, he approached the dreaded room where Nathan was going to be. He silently prayed that nothing would go wrong, and then pushed open the door. And there he was. Nathan Prescott. It was like seeing him all over again like the beginning of that night. But this time, blood wasn't flowing from his face. No. It was caked in some areas and the bruises had started to turn purple. But what really surprised him was what Nathan was doing. He had a small but sharp knife in his hand. And it was directed towards his wrists. Nathan was going to cut his wrists. Before he could do anything, Warren ran over to him and grabbed the knife.

"What the hell are you doing, Nathan?" he shouted, not caring if he woke anyone up. Nathan responded with silence. Utter silence. His only reply was the tears that ran down his face. Warren's face softened at the sight and let out a sigh. He threw the knife to the furthest stall away from them and crouched down to Nathan's level as he had curled himself into a ball on the bathroom floor.

"Nathan, sit up please."

Nathan complied and slowly rose himself from the floor, but didn't stand up; he was still crying. Then, for how many times he didn't know, Warren pulled Nathan into a warm hug. He lifted his hands and, once again, rubbed circles onto his back.

"Shhhh…..it's alright. I'm here."

Warren tried not to make the same mistake he made last time and didn't hold Nathan too tightly. However, that wasn't what Nathan wanted: Nathan gripped Warren's shirt extremely hard and pressed his face into his chest. Warren got the message. He tightened his grip on Nathan and continued to whisper words that he hoped would make Nathan feel better. It did. It took him a while, but Nathan eventually stopped his tears. Nathan looked up at Warren and stared into his eyes. Warren looked down and did the same.

"Come on, let's go."

Nathan let out a small whimper as Warren slowly lifted him off of the floor, gripping onto his shirt tightly. They made their way towards the bathroom door but before Warren could even reach out to grab the door handle, the door was flung open. Logan.

"Oh look who it is?" Logan sneered. "Nathan mother-fucking Prescott. And with who? Oh. Just the stupid nerd. What the fuck happened to you?"

Nathan quickly attempted to wipe his eyes so that Logan couldn't see that he had cried.

Then, he snarled,

"None of your fucking business."

"Oh really? Well what the fuck are you doing with this piece of shit? Are you dating him or what, fag?"

Nathan started to visibly shake.

"DON'T CALL HIM THAT!" he shouted. Warren didn't know what to say or do. Nathan had just defended him. It made him feel warm in his stomach. No. he thought to himself. It is not the time to be thinking about that right now. He quickly composed himself and thought about comforting Nathan: Nathan's shaking had started to increase and his grip on Warren's shirt was getting tighter. But it wasn't really that easy. Especially with Logan being here, there was no way Nathan was going to stay calm or even get calm at all. Logan laughed, the laugh being full of malice. He started to walk forward to tower over the two boys, who were both slightly shorter than him-and weaker-, which resulted in them talking a couple steps back.

"Or else what?" Logan taunted. "You gonna call your daddy so he can come and save you?" Warren knew Logan saying this was not going to end well. So he tried to stop any more problems from unfolding.

"Nathan wai-"

But he was too late. Nathan had just punched Logan in the face. But the worse part was that Nathan was still extremely hurt. He was far too weak and to be honest, he had hurt his fist more than his fist had hurt Logan's face. So that punch? It didn't do shit. Logan, on the other hand, didn't give two flying fucks if the punch had hurt him or not. He was pissed off at the fact that Nathan had even decided to punch him in the first place. And Warren could definitely tell by the expression he had on his face. Oh fuck. Logan was pissed. So he gave to Nathan what he had given him. A punch in the face. But it was much, much worse.

Nathan shouted in pain and fell to the floor as blood oozed from his face.

"What the fuck is your problem, man?!" Warren yelled, kneeling down beside Nathan.

"Dude, are you alright?"

Nathan responded with a whimper. Warren was about to try and help him up when he felt a sharp pain in his side as he was kicked and then soon after, thrown into one of the open stalls. All the air had been knocked out of him so he was too weak to get up fast enough. The next thing he knew, he heard a large item, or person, maybe, being dragged across the floor and put against the door of the stall he was in. With all his strength, he pushed against the door, but it was no use. For the time being, he was stuck in there. He then heard Logan, anger in his voice.

"Now for you, Prescott."

What Warren heard next made him feel sick. It was the sound of Nathan's face colliding with Logan's fist.

"You really thought I wouldn't come back for you, huh?!"

"Feel this, motherfucker!"

Warren scrunched up his face on every punch. It was horrible. He tried to stop him.

"Please Logan, he's already injured enough, stop hurting him!" he begged. He didn't understand what Nathan could have done to deserve this. There was really no point though. Logan wasn't stopping.

"Please, stop!" Nathan pleaded.

"S-sorry."

"P-please s-stop."

He was crying.

As Warren lay on the dirty surface, he started to see blood trickling out of the gap between the bathroom floor and the door of the stall he was in. "Nathan… " he thought. He heard Logan's laugh echo through the room and finally, after what seemed like hours, the punches stopped. Warren didn't know what to think. Yes, he was relieved that Logan had stopped hurting Nathan, but at the same time, what kind of state was Nathan going to be in now? The blood that he was seeing was enough to answer his question.

"My work here is done."

The door slammed shut as Logan exited the bathroom and by this time, Warren had regained all of his strength. He hauled himself up, closed the lid of the toilet next to him, and then stood upon it. And there Nathan was. Curled up on the floor in front of Warren's stall. Blood was everywhere and it was oozing from Nathan's face.

"Oh my god, Nathan!"

Hoping he wasn't going to injure himself, Warren climbed to the top of the stall using the handles that were placed on either side of the walls inside, and vaulted himself over the door, landing in front of Nathan. He crouched down next to him and slowly ran his finger across his jaw line, making Nathan wince as Warren's finger had touched one of the places on his face where it had been badly hurt.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Warren whispered.

Nathan suddenly burst into tears and the salty water that escaped from his eyes dripped onto the tip of Warren's finger. Warren brushed away few of the tears that ran down Nathan's face and after a few moments, realised that he needed to bring him to his room before anybody else saw them.

"Nathan."

Nathan slowly rose his face from the cold floor to look at Warren, a sense of pain and despair obvious in his eyes.

"Let's go."

And so they began to leave.

It took them quite a while though, due to Nathan's condition. He tried to lift himself up but Warren knew that it was going to hurt quite a lot. So he attempted to take Nathan's hand but Nathan moved away, creating a gap between the two of them. Warren shot him a look of confusion but Nathan only responded with a slow shake of his head as he rose himself from the floor. Very slowly. Warren's fingers itched to help him up but he knew Nathan would push away his hand. Once Nathan had gotten on his feet with a lot of pain included-Warren could tell by the looks he made on his face- , Warren said,

"Do you wanna wash your face?"

Nathan nodded and walked over to the sinks. He turned on the taps, collected some of the running water in his hands and threw it upon his face. Warren took this as a chance to stare at Nathan while he did this. Nathan's gelled hair got slightly wet and Warren smiled at the fact that the tips of it had started to become long and wavy, a bit like his own. He had quite a nice stature despite him being pretty skinny: he had a bit of back muscle and was slightly shorter than Warren. He could see his baby blue eyes through the bathroom mirror and admired them. "They're a lot like the ocean.." he thought to himself. He could imagine the rippling of the waves soaring through the eyes, sea creatures exploring the blue and-

"Dude, stop staring at me. I'm done."

A small tint of pink spread across his cheeks as he realised Nathan had noticed him staring at him. " I guess he's just nice to look at…" he thought. He lightly shook the thoughts out of his brain and quickly apologised before Nathan could jump to some kind of conclusion. But he didn't do a very good job of it.

"Oh um s-sorry…..I….uhhhh…ummm….yeah uh…."

"Let's just fucking go."

Nathan's quiet voice echoed through the voluminous space in the room.

Before he could embarrass himself any further, Warren nodded his head with as much certainty as he could show, giving him a light headache in the process.

Nathan's POV

Nathan let out a small chuckle as he watched Warren hold his head with his right hand. The sound made Warren look at Nathan dead in the eyes and weirdly, he wasn't looking away. His brown eyes penetrated through his own and the eye contact made him feel extremely uncomfortable, although it did feel nice and funny enough, calming to look at Warren. It felt good. But of course, all good moments have to come to an end. Warren looked away from Nathan and removed himself from where he had been resting his body on one of the bathroom's sinks.

"Uhh…yeah. Let's go."

Warren walked over to him and put an arm around his waist and the other upon his shoulders. The contact gave him a weird feeling in his stomach, but he wasn't sure what it was. However, there was no time to ponder over pointless things. Warren had offered to help him and he, after a bit of struggle, had accepted. He couldn't lose his chance now as there was no way he was going to get it back. Throwing a quick glance at the knife that was now in the corner of the bathroom, he slowly raised his arm and placed it onto Warren's shoulders. And with that, slowly and carefully, they walked a few steps, pushed open the bathroom door, and walked through it.