The next day, Nathan received a text from Jefferson telling him to come to the Man's classroom. Apparently they had some "matters" to discuss.
Matters meaning Jefferson just picked out his next victim.
Nathan knocked on the classroom door.
"Come in," he heard Jefferson call, and he slowly turned the knob, heart beginning to race. Christ, everything inside of him told him to run, just like every other time he was forced to meet up with the teacher. And just like every other time, he ignored it. Why did he have to be such a fucking coward?
Jefferson looked up and motioned for Nathan to come in. "Lock the door behind you."
"I thought that went without saying," Nathan replied dryly. "You know, if the principle or another staff member walks by and sees you alone with me with the door locked, it's not gonna look good."
"Then I guess its good I have the Prescott's on my side," Jefferson chuckled. "Now get over here and look at this."
The younger man sighed and walked over to stand next to Jefferson. On the desk was a binder…and it was labeled "Victoria."
Nathan froze. His heart began to beat again so fast that he was almost sure it would stop beating all together, and he felt nauseous. This couldn't be fucking happening.
"No!" He gasped, flipping open the binder to double check even though he knew it wasn't a mistake.
"I'm sorry," Jefferson said quietly, "I know she's your friend, but I don't appreciate being threatened, and that's exactly what she did last night."
"So this is the price she pays, huh?" Nathan snarled. "This is what she gets? What, are you gonna put a bullet in her brain after you're done taking your sick fucking pictures and then bury her in the junkyard next to Rachel Amber?!" His voice was growing louder and louder with every word, but he didn't give a shit at the moment.
Jefferson's eyes narrowed and he took a step closer to Nathan, feeling satisfied when the younger man flinched and took a step back. "If it comes down to that, yes," he admitted. "But my goal isn't to kill Victoria. It's to teach her a lesson."
"A lesson that she'll barely remember when she wakes up in her dorm!"
"She'll remember enough."
Nathan's fists clenched and his face was red with anger. "You're fucking pathetic you know that?" He spat. "She made a threat that you know was a bluff, and you feel the need to-"
"She would have been chosen sooner or later." Jefferson looked down at the open binder and ran a finger down a picture of Victoria. "Her threat just…sped up the process." He closed the binder and held it out to Nathan. "I'm thinking we get this done during the next Vortex part. Like with Kate."
"You can't make me do this." Nathan's voice began to crack and he hated it. He hated sounding weak. "Victoria's my best friend. You can't ask me to hurt her like this. I can't. I won't!"
"You will!" Jefferson's voice was firm. "You and I both know what'll happen if you don't. I shouldn't have to keep reminding you, Nathan."
Nathan opened his mouth to protest and then snapped it close. He stared at Jefferson angrily for a moment and the other man stared back, challenging him to refuse again. And Nathan wouldn't refuse, because a big part of him was too afraid to do it. So with a growl, he snatched the binder out of Jefferson's hand and didn't say another word as he practically ran out of the room, desperate to get out of there because he suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe.
"We'll talk later, Nathan," Jefferson told him right before he closed the door.
Nathan ignored him and angrily stormed down the hallway. Everything else became a blur around him. His throat felt tight and he could feel the rage inside of him dying to burst out, to take it out on someone. But his legs kept moving, pushing past anyone in his way.
God help anyone who attempted to stop him right now.
Despite everything's he done, despite all the shit Jefferson and his family has put him through, he had still held onto some kind of hope that everything would get better, that one day he would escape it all and get out of Arcadia Bay. It was small and barely existent, but it had been there. And now it wasn't. It wasn't there anymore. He had lost it in a matter of seven minutes from talking with Jefferson, and it felt like the Man had psychically reached into his chest and ripped it out. Nathan didn't know if he could survive without that hope.
Without Victoria.
It wasn't like he had feelings for her or anything. Yeah, they slept together sometimes, but she was his best friend in the whole world. She didn't know him better than anyone, but she came close to it. She was there for him whenever he needed her, and it would kill him if anything happened to her. Maybe not psychically-that depended on whether or not he was too much of a coward to end his life-but everything else inside of him would follow her. He wouldn't be the person he is now and he wouldn't even try to be. And considering that he's a fucking monster right now, maybe that wouldn't be so bad.
Nathan wasn't sure how he made it to his dorm room, but as soon as he stepped foot inside it, he slammed the door shut and could feel it sliding down behind his back as he dropped to the ground. A pained cry that had been trapped there for years ripped out of his throat. It was broken and filled with nothing but sorrow and agony.
This wasn't supposed to be his life. This was never supposed to happen to him. He's nineteen years old, for fucks sake! He should be enjoying his life and getting ready to graduate college and then work alongside his bastard Father (not that he wanted to work with the asshole, but he could handle that much better than this.) Instead he's getting ready to lead his best friend to her possible death.
"I can help you. We can work together to take down this asshole!"
"You know I can help you. Why won't you just accept it?"
Max's words rang in Nathan's head. For whatever reason, she wanted to help him, even after all the shit he's pulled. Okay, maybe it didn't necessarily have to do with him, but she still wanted to help, and he had rejected it. But what the fuck else was he supposed to do? How could he let her help and risk everything? How could he trust her?
What else are you gonna do? You can't do this on your own, Nathan. You know that. May as well take the fucking chance and let her help you. Who knows, maybe she'll actually be useful.
"Fuck," he murmured, wiping his wet eyes. "Fuck. Okay. Okay."
Taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair, he found her number and quickly typed out a text before hitting send.
Don't make me regret this, Caulfield, he thought bitterly. You won't like what I do if you betray me.
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Caulfield. meet me the diner. we gotta talk.
Max frowned. She had a feeling that the text was from Nathan, but just to make sure, she texted back, Who is this?
Who the fuck do U think? Hurry ur ass up I'm not waiting for long
"Max," Chloe said impatiently, "come on. Text your boyfriend in the truck. I wanna get out of here."
Max pocketed her phone and scowled at her friend. "For the last time, Chloe, Warren is not my boyfriend."
"Whatever. Let's just go."
The two girls left the house and climbed into Chloe's truck.
"We need to go to the diner," Max told Chloe.
Chloe's eyebrows drew together. "Okay, but why?"
Max hesitated and said carefully, "Listen, when I went through David's laptop, I found pictures of Rachel and Frank…being more than friends."
Chloe snorted. "Right. No way, Max. She was just posing to tease Frank."
"If you're not gonna believe me, why don't we check out what Frank has in his RV?"
"What's that gonna prove?"
It wasn't going to prove anything really important, because Rachel is dead and Max knows that. But it's not like she could tell Chloe that, and she was kind of curious about what Frank and Rachel had going on. And she had to meet Nathan at the diner anyway, right?
"Frank has Rachel's bracelet," she said. "What else does he have in there?"
"Mother fucker better not have anything," Chloe growled. "For his sake."
You're going through all this trouble for nothing, Max, she thought to herself as she stepped into the Two Whales diner. You're giving Chloe so much hope by trying to help her find a girl who's dead. What kind of friend are you?
Not a very good one. But, at the same time, she knew that she had to keep this a secret until she and Nathan ended this once and for all…If she could even convince him to let her help, that is.
Since both Nathan and Frank were in the diner, she wasn't sure who she should talk to first. Nathan wouldn't want to be kept waiting, but Frank could leave before she even got the keys.
Just quickly grab Frank's keys, rewind, and then go talk to Nathan.
Getting the keys wasn't as easy as she thought, even with her rewind powers. The first two ways epically failed and almost resulted in her getting a serious beating (not that the cop sitting at the counter would let that happen, but still.) Luckily the third time worked out fine-well, as fine as stealing keys off a guy and then rewinding before he could kill you could get-and she quickly ran the keys out to Chloe and got Pompidou out of the RV.
"I need to talk to Nathan real quick," she told her best friend. "You go see what you can find and I'll meet you out here."
Chloe frowned. "What the hell do you need to talk to Prescott about?"
Max quickly tried to come up with an excuse. "I, uh, have to ask him some questions. I'll also distract Frank if he tries to leave before you're finished here."
"Whatever, Max. Just hurry up, okay? I might need your help rewinding something."
Max quickly headed back into the diner and went straight to Nathan's table. The boy looked up at her and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Rachel," he said in surprise, actually sounding happy for a second. When he noticed it was just Max, he scowled. "Whateverthefuck. Why the hell are you wearing Rachel's clothes?"
"It's a long story," she muttered, sitting down across from him. She wouldn't mention how he just called her by a dead girl's name. "I don't have a lot of time. Chloe's currently searching Frank's RV for information on Rachel." She figured since he was honest with her for the most part, she would be honest with him.
Nathan's eyebrows shot up. "How'd you manage to pull that shit off?"
"I kind of stole his keys off of him."
"How do you 'kind of' steal keys off someone?" He shook his head. "Never mind. It doesn't matter. As long as your girlfriend doesn't find out the truth about Rachel, she can do whatever the fuck she wants." He took a sip of his soda and Max noticed how jittery he was.
"Can I ask you something without you freaking out?" Something inside of her told her to shut up before she said the wrong thing and pissed him off, but a bigger part of her was too curious.
There was a warning look in his eyes that was telling her to be careful of what she was about to ask. "What is it?" He snapped.
Max hesitated. "Um, it's just—I've noticed that you twitch and get jittery a lot," she began, trying to think of a way to ask her question carefully," and I was wondering why. Is it because of the medication you take?"
Idiot! He doesn't know that you know about that! Her mind screamed at her.
Her words caught him off guard for a moment, but then he fixed her with an angry glare. "How the fuck do you know about that?" He spat the words and it was obvious that it was taking everything inside of him to control the volume of his voice to avoid having the cop come over.
'It's not exactly hard to figure out that you're always doped up on a whole bunch of shit," Max retorted, sticking her foot further in her mouth.
If looks could kill, she would a die a horrible, painful death. "You don't know anything about me," Nathan hissed. "I'm sick of everyone thinking that they've got me figured out."
"I don't know much about you, Nathan, but it's obvious that you have a lot of problems." Max sighed and folded her hands on the table. "Look, I didn't come here to fight with you. I'm here because you said we needed to talk."
"And I'm a second away from saying 'fuck it' and walking out of here." He leaned back in his seat and turned to stare out the window.
There was an awkward silence between them. Max was inwardly cursing herself for getting him so worked up. Why couldn't she have kept her mouth shut? Not even that, but why did she have to piss him off further by making comments about him having issues? It wasn't like it was a secret to anyone in town. Everyone knew what he was really like. But she knew that it probably bothered Nathan to have everyone in town know that he wasn't right in the head.
"I'm sorry," she looked down at the table.
Nathan glanced at her, eyes cold. "What was that?"
"I said I'm sorry." She looked up and sighed. "Your problems aren't my business, and I'm sorry for bringing them up. I know it must suck to have everyone think that you're…" She tried to think of the right words to say, but there was nothing she could say without offending him again, so she went silent.
He regarded her for a moment and then shrugged. "Yeah, well, I don't really give a fuck what people think about me anymore." That wasn't entirely true and they both knew it.
"So…" Max began awkwardly, "what did you want to talk to me about?"
Nathan rubbed his eyes tiredly and turned around to motion for a waitress to bring him another soda.
"You still wanna help me, right?" He asked her when he was facing her again.
Max eyed him in slight suspicion. "Yes, I do."
"And as much as I hate to fucking admit it…" He paused and let out a short, humorless laugh with the shake of his head. "I might actually need your help." Max's eyes lit up a tiny bit and she opened her mouth to speak, but Nathan held up a finger. "I'll tell you who's behind all of this, but only if you promise to keep your mouth shut and not do anything that'll get us both screwed."
"I haven't opened my mouth yet, have I?"
"Better not have."
Max rested her chin on her knuckles and stared at him, waiting.
"Don't look at me like that. It's fucking creepy," he snapped at her. "And where the fuck is my soda? Christ, the service in this place is terrible."
"I wasn't-"She didn't bother to finish her sentence and shook her head. "Just tell me who it is, Nathan." She couldn't keep Chloe waiting for much longer and the curiosity was burning inside of her.
Nathan rolled his eyes at her and angled his head to the side, looking at her in disbelief. "I'm not gonna fuckin' tell you here." A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You can come back to my dorm again tonight."
She couldn't have missed the smugness in his tone if she tried. But before she could answer him, she saw Chloe march into the diner and immediately go for Frank.
"Shit," Max muttered, jumping up to stop her friend from doing anything too rash.
Nathan watched her run over to the girl and grinned. After the shit day he's had, a good show is just what he needs.
Chloe slammed her hands on the table Frank was sitting at and leaned in close until she practically in his face.
"What the fuck were you doing with Rachel, Frank?!" She yelled angrily.
Max put a gentle hand on Chloe's shoulder. "Calm down, Chloe-"
Chloe shook the hand off, not looking away from Frank. "I'm not gonna calm down until this prick tells me what the fuck those love letters were that I found in his RV!"
"What?" Frank's eyes narrowed and he stood up. "What the fuck were you doing in my RV, bitch?"
Everyone in the diner was staring at them and Officer Berry stood up. "I don't know what's going on here, but I think we all need to calm down, and-"
Frank ignored him. "Answer me! What were you doing in my RV?"
"Looking for answers!" Chloe shouted back. "And I got plenty." She pushed off the table and stepped back, eyes burning with anger. "I loved her, asshole, and I know that she loved me. If you think that you meant anything to her-"
"I think those letters you found in my RV proved what I fucking meant to her," Frank growled. "The only thing holding her back was you."
"You son of a-"
"Chloe!" Max cried. "Not here. Not now."
"Not ever." Frank stood up and threw some bills on the table. He glared at Chloe and took a step towards her. In a low voice so no one would hear them, he said, "I want my fucking money, and then I don't ever wanna see your faces again. You can get your weed from someone else." He walked past Chloe and bumped his shoulder into hers, and then left the diner.
It was silent for a moment. Chloe stood still, shaking, and Max knew to give the girl a minute. She looked at Officer Berry and nodded at him, silently letting him know that he didn't need to bother stepping in. He sighed and sat back down. He seemed too tired to do much anyway.
"Well," Nathan said suddenly from behind Max, causing her to jump, "I don't know what the fuck that was all about, but thanks for the show, ladies."
"Fuck you, Prescott," Chloe hissed.
"In your dreams, hoe," he shot back before turning to Max. "I'll see you tonight," he told her, that annoying smirk on his face before his expression grew serious and almost…dangerous. "Be there, or you can forget helping me."
Chloe spun around. "What? What the fuck is he talking about, Max? What are you helping him with?" She glared at Nathan darkly.
Nathan answered before Max could. "Was I fucking speaking to you? Mind your business, punk-ass."
"Max is my best friend. She is my business, asshole." Chloe looked at Max. "Well, Max? What's going on? Is this what took you so long?" She demanded, growing angry again.
Max put a hand over her eyes and sighed. "Chloe, Nathan just needed my help taking pictures for a project Mr. Jefferson is having us do." It was the best lie she could come up with.
"Uh-huh. Right." Chloe crossed her arms, clearly not believing a word Max was saying. "Why would he choose you, Max? And why would you even help him?"
"Because…It's a good opportunity to get some good shots."
"And I think she owes me after getting me suspended," Nathan added in a hard voice. He was still pissed about that.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Chloe took a step towards Nathan, ready to tell him off, but Max grabbed her arm to hold her back. Getting into anything with Nathan right now was not a good idea.
"You kids should get going," Officer Berry said in a tone that left no room for protest. "And no fighting, you hear?"
Nathan waved the man off. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I was just about to leave anyway." He looked at Max and Chloe with a smug expression on his face. "Catch you bitches later." He winked at Max and walked out of the diner.
Max looked at Chloe wearily. "Chloe, I-"
The other girl shook her head and stormed out of the diner.
"Chloe!"
Chloe ignored her and Max was left standing alone.
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The car ride was silent for the most part. Max didn't exactly know what to say to her best friend. Chloe was currently in her I'm pissed at the fucking world mood, and Max didn't want to fight. But she couldn't let Chloe drive off without at least attempting to talk to her or apologize.
"Look, Chloe," Max said softly, "you and I both hate Nathan. Me helping him with some stupid project doesn't change that."
"I don't care about the project, Max. You can do whatever you want."
Max could feel a headache coming on. "You're being ridiculous. Nathan and I can't stand one another. Do you honestly think he and I are going to bond and suddenly become best friends?"
"I'm just sick of everyone bailing on me and shitting all over me," Chloe snapped. "My dad died, you left me, my mom married step-fucker, Rachel was fucking Frank behind my back, and now you and Nathan-"
"Don't even finish that sentence, Chloe Price," Max cut in, voice sharper than she intended. "Whatever Rachel was doing with Frank…she didn't do it to hurt you. And I'm not going to hurt you. If you think for a second that anything will ever happen between me and Nathan, you're crazy."
"Tell me it was Warren who you really had to help that night," Chloe pushed. "Tell me you ran out on me to help him with his science project, and not to help Nathan. Because I find it funny that they both asked for your help on their 'projects.'"
And in that moment, Max wanted to spill everything to Chloe. She wanted to come clean about Rachel. She wanted to tell her friend about how Nathan had broken into her dorm room, agreed to tell her what he had been hiding, and then made her feel something she's never felt before. And he didn't just make her feel that way once, but twice. She wanted to confess about what she was really helping Nathan with. She wanted it all out in the open, because she didn't know if she really could keep this all in any longer.
But she had to. She had to keep this to herself, even if it meant losing Chloe. She would rather Chloe be angry with her than put her best friend in any more danger.
"It was Warren," Max answered, looking down at her lap.
There was a silence that hung between them for a long time. Chloe kept looking over at her with an expression that held both anger and hurt and concern.
"Fine, Max," Chloe said at last. "Don't tell me the truth. You wouldn't be the first person to keep things from me."
"Chloe-"
"Drop it."
The rest of the ride was silent. When they finally reached the school, Chloe refused to look at Max when the girl got out of the car or say goodbye. Max felt her heart sink as she watched Chloe drive away.
She has every right to be pissed, Max. This is what you get from keeping things from her and lying. The only thing you can do now is go back to your dorm until it's time to wait for Nathan.
The thought of being alone with Nathan in his dorm again raised goosebumps on her arms, and she hated it. Nathan Prescott should not be making her feel this way. Ever.
So why couldn't she get him out of her head? She really did dislike him. He was psychotic and he was dangerous and he was an asshole. But at the same time, he was all she could think about lately. Why did her body have to betray and confuse her so much? There was no way she actually wanted, Nathan, right? Her body was just reacting that way around him because a guy's never bothered with her before like he had, whether he was just teasing her or not.
That has to be it, she absently thought to herself as she made her way back to her dorm room. Just don't let him tease you like that again, and everything will be fine. You can help take down the Man whose capturing girls, and then you both can go your separate ways. Easy.
Except it wasn't easy at all. She would find that out soon enough.
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Nathan lit a joint, inhaled, and passed it to Victoria who looked slightly bored.
"Did you just bring me here to get high?" She huffed, accepting the joint. "Because I have a shitload of homework that I have to get done, and-"
"Fuck that," Nathan laughed. "You're at the top of all your classes. You can afford to take a load off."
The two were sitting in Nathan's car on top of a hill that overlooked the beach. It was one of the places they went when they wanted to drink or get high or fool around a little.
Nathan needed to be with Victoria right now. He needed to be around her and know that she was there with him, because she would be taken away from him if he and Max failed to stop Jefferson.
"I guess you're right," Victoria sighed. "I just don't want my Parents to cut off my trust fund."
"If they do, fuck 'em." Nathan leaned back in his seat and angled his head into the headrest.
Victoria giggled. "You'll take care of me if that happens, right, Nathan?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah…Of course I will, babe." He couldn't look at her when he said that and instead focused on holding in his smoke. He just wanted to get stoned and forget about all the shit he's been dealing with.
She put a hand on his arm, forcing him to look at her. He hated the worried look that filled her eyes. "Are you okay, Nathan? You seem…distant."
"Maybe because I'm on my way to forgetting my own fucking name," he responded dryly, holding up the joint.
"Not that kind of distant…It just seems like something is upsetting you." Her voice began to seem far away as his high kicked in.
"Same old shit, Vic." He smiled lazily and passed her back the joint. "Now shut up and smoke up, gorgeous."
She rolled her eyes but smirked and took back the joint. "Is it your dad?"
The smile fell from Nathan's face and was replaced with a scowl. "Way to be a fucking buzzkill."
"I'm serious."
"He's part of it, just like the prick always is." He slumped in his seat and rested one side of his head on his knuckles. "I don't wanna talk about him, all right?"
Victoria nodded apologetically. "Right. Sorry."
"Forget it."
Suddenly an idea came to him and without even considering the fact that Victoria was right next to him, he turned in his seat and reached behind it to grab one of his text books from school and a small black bag where he sometimes kept his supplies. He rummaged around for a moment until he found the bag of white powder.
"Ugh. You're gonna do that here?" Victoria eyed the bag of coke with distaste.
Nathan turned back around and shrugged. "Why the fuck not?"
"Um, maybe because we're in public and you're the one who's driving us back to school. Besides, if the police show up for whatever reason-"
"They won't," Nathan reassured her. "And if they do, so what? They wouldn't be stupid enough to arrest me. My father and lawyer would fuck them in the ass."
Victoria grimaced. "I guess. Look, I just don't understand why you have to do this kind of stuff. Weed is one thing, but cocaine is a whole other story. That shit is bad for you."
"Yeah, well, sometimes it's easier to pump myself full of mind-blowing chemicals than deal with my fucking issues."
Without waiting for her reply, he opened the bag and poured a small amount of cocaine onto the textbook. He whipped out one of his credit cards from his wallet and a crumpled up receipt, and used the credit card to make a neat line of the cocaine. Then he rolled up the receipt and leaned down, excitement filling him as he snorted the entire line.
Nathan's done cocaine plenty of times, but he still fucking hated the way it made him feel at first. There was a tightening of his sinus and a sharp pain, and he squeezed his eyes shut while he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to resist the urge to sneeze.
"Wanna try it?" He asked Victoria, grinning as she stared at the bag, clearly a little more than curious even though she had just given him shit for doing it not even five minutes ago.
"I don't know…I really shouldn't…"
"Come on, do it with me," he urged. "It'll be fine. We can get fucked up together."
Victoria bit her lip as she eyed the bag of cocaine with a way expression. After a moment she murmured, "Fuck it," and snatched the bag of coke out of his hand along with the textbook and receipt. She copied what Nathan did, positioning the coke into a neat line and leaned down, snorting it all up through the rolled up receipt before she could stop herself.
She sniffed and rubbed at her nose. "Shit, that fucking hurts," she whined.
"Like a bitch," Nathan agreed.
The effects of the cocaine hit them both hard a minute later.
Just as he turned the radio on to some pop station, his fingers began to tingle. The tingling moved up through his entire body and his ears began to ring, and suddenly he's fucking flying. Being high on both marijuana and cocaine only made the feeling so much better.
Lady Gaga's song "Pokerface" comes on the radio and Victoria yells at him to turn it up because she fucking loves this song! And Nathan had never been a huge fan of the weird bitch or her music, but it doesn't fucking matter right now. He turns the volume up all the way and begins to shamelessly sing along to the song with Victoria.
His high right now…It was the best fucking feeling in the world. It was like there wasn't anything in the world that he couldn't do, and right now he wanted to do everything. He wanted to get all of his work from school done, and run away from Arcadia Bay (maybe even take Victoria with him if she'd go), and eat as much as he could, and not eat anything at all. He wanted to kill Mark fucking Jefferson, and tell his asshole father what he really thought about him, and apologize to Kate, and kiss Max Caulfield.
He wanted to kiss Max Caulfield.
Nathan wasn't sure where the fuck that thought came from all of a sudden, but he couldn't get it out of his head. Maybe it was the drugs, or maybe it was a desire he hadn't even realized he had, but he wanted to kiss Max. He wanted to push that annoying, nosy, feminazi hipster bitch against the door and kiss her until her mouth was bruised. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair and mark up her neck for the world to see. He wanted dig his nails into her skin and make her moan his name over and over again.
He wanted to fucking break that girl and put her back together again all at once.
Maybe tonight he would get his chance.
The effects of the cocaine wear off a half hour later, and he and Victoria slump against the car doors, breathing heavily from laughing so hard at absolutely nothing and singing at the top of their lungs.
"Not bad, huh?" He said to Victoria with a tired grin.
"You were right. It was fun." She sniffed and let out a giggle. "I just wish it had lasted longer."
Nathan chuckled and held up the bag. "Wanna go for round two?"
"…I guess one more time wouldn't hurt."
To his annoyance, he spent the next thirty minutes only thinking about Max, and he knew that he had to get this girl out of his system one way or another.