Hey guys…..I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRYYYYYYY! I haven't updated for sooooo long and I wanted to apologise for that. It was mainly because my laptop was broken for MONTHS and it's only gotten fixed now. I couldn't use any other device since all my chapters were on here. I had already started the chapter as well. I'm truly sorry, and now, since it's working again, I can get this fic back up and running! Sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused. Hopefully it was worth the wait, as this chapter is pretty long. And guys, we've finally got some proper Grahamscott in this chapter!

Warren's POV

'What. The. Actual. Fuck.' Warren inwardly Prescott just winked at him! Fucking. Winked! At him! What the hell?! Warren couldn't help the blush that had decided to creep up upon his face. He reduced the pace of his walk as Nathan smirked and left the corridors. 'What on earth just happened?' Warren questioned in his mind. Trying to take any confusing thoughts out of his head, he let out a long sigh and continued walking towards the exit. Hopefully science could calm him down.

time skip

"The human brain is over three times as big as the brain of other mammals that are of similar body size." Miss Grant said, pointing to a diagram that she had drawn on the whiteboard.

Warren loved science so much. One of the main reasons he was known for being 'Blackwell's nerd' was because of his love for science. He just couldn't help it though. He found atoms and protons absolutely fascinating and the fact that the adult human skeleton has 206 bones blew his mind. And thankfully, science was one of the subjects he did that he could learn pretty easily. He didn't care that people like Nathan would pester him about it. It was kinda funny though when Nathan did stuff like that, though, the way he would laugh and flash that eye-catching grin that would send you into a whole new world of fantasies. He was so–

"Warren! Can you hear me or are you going deaf?"

Oops. He made another mental note to stop. Doing. That. He nervously rubbed the back of his neck and made eye contact with the head of science.

"Yes Miss Grant?"

The kind yet stern teacher had a slightly annoyed look on her face. Warren really hoped he wasn't going to get in trouble.

"I asked you a question. Care to share the answer?"

Shit. Obviously, Warren had absolutely no idea what the answer was. He didn't even know what the question was! All because of his stupid daydreaming habit. He seriously needed to stop that before he ended up getting in some serious trouble, like getting suspended, or even worse, expelled from the school. He was only here on scholarship after all.

He decided just to play it cool and kindly ask what the question was. He would need an excuse, though.

"Um…sorry Miss Grant, I uhhh…didn't hear you. What was the question again?"

"You didn't hear me after I called your name, very loudly, three times?"

Wait, what? Three times? He had only heard once…. But still. Warren just got so sucked into his daydreams, it was as if the real world didn't exist at all.

"Yeah, I uhh…must have some hearing problem. Sorry."

Miss Grant made a noise using her tongue and teeth and then slowly shook her head.

"Make sure it doesn't happen again, Warren. You're a very good student, so I trust you."

Warren heard several snickers coming from the back of the classroom, and he recognized their laughter as some of the boys in his class that he knew.

Attempting to shut the others out, he sat up a bit more straight in his chair and nodded affirmatively.

"Yes miss."

A small smile crept on his teacher's face.

"Thank you." she said. "Now, can you tell me approximately how many nerve cells your brain has?"

Warren knew the answer straight away. They had covered this topic multiple times.

"Around 100 billion."

"Well done." She said, turning around to write his answer on the whiteboard.

"Now can anybody else tell me what percentage of fat the human brain comprises?"

"20." Warren thought.

The Science lesson was the same as usual. The usual questions. The usual answers. The usual bickering. The usual laughing (mostly at him though). The usual pushing and shoving from behind him. Warren had gotten used to it by now. He would be lying if he said that the bullying fazed through him, but he tried his best not to acknowledge it.

Miss Grant was explaining how the brain reacts to things when he heard his phone vibrate. Bzzzt! Now, Warren knew that they weren't allowed to use their phones in class unless it was an emergency, but he just couldn't help it, and Miss Grant wasn't even looking anyway! Hoping she wasn't going to turn around any time soon and his eyes glued to her back ready to retreat his hand if she looked, Warren slowly reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. Checking the notifications, he saw a message from…Unknown Number? Tapping on the message, his eyes widened as he read it.

Unknown Number: nerd. See u ltr. Frm ur favrte persn

What the fuck?! Who was this, and who the hell was his 'favourite person'? His favourite person was obviously Max but she definitely did not text like this. Oh wait, hold on…fuck! Of course. It was Nathan. Who else could it have possibly been? And what did he mean by see you later? What the–

"Warren! What have I said about phones in class?!"

Oh for fucks sake. Several people around the classroom were trying their best to contain their laughter but obviously failing. Just why, Nathan! Ugh. Quickly tucking his phone back into his pocket, he sheepishly lifted up his head and looked straight at the whiteboard, this time avoiding eye contact with his teacher and staying silent.

"This behaviour will not be tolerated. See me after class, and hand over your phone."

The people in the classroom erupted into laughter as Warren slowly retrieved his phone and placed it in Miss Grant's hand. She raised an eyebrow as she took a quick glance at the phone, the message had not been closed after all, but didn't say anything and walked over to her desk, placing it next to the computer.

There was only 5 minutes of the lesson left, and Warren was pissed. He had just gotten in trouble with his science teacher all because of Mr I'm-so-rich-you-can't-touch-me. He wasn't his usual self after that, sitting slumped in his chair, resting his chin on his hand with his elbow on his desk, and waiting for the lesson to be over and done with.

And thankfully, the moment had arrived. The loud and annoying bell signaled the end of the lesson and all the students apart from Warren began to depart from the classroom. Slowly getting up from his chair, he placed his books in his bag, but then felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he found out it was Brooke with an apologetic look on her face.

'Good luck.' she mouthed, retracting her hand from Warren's body and making her way to the exit of the classroom, looking back once to send a small smile to Warren. Giving her a strained smile, he pushed his chair under the desk and began his walk of shame towards the front of the classroom, hearing the door bang closed and standing in front of the person who would hopefully not give him detention and let him off with a little warning. However, what she said next certainly surprised him.

"Warren, are you okay?"

Wait, why was she asking if he was okay? Surely he was supposed to be given a stern warning or something like that, worse case scenario, detention. Seeing the confused look on Warren's face, Miss Grant continued to speak.

"It's just you seemed a little off in today's lesson. With you not paying attention and using your phone. You usually never do things like this. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Ohhh. Yeah, okay that made sense. It was true, he never did any of those things in class before. And suddenly, it clicked in his head the reason why. Nathan. Unsurprisingly, everything that had happened that lesson was Nathan's fault. He had first got in his head and then he decided to message him at the wrong moment. Wonderful. Let's just hope that he doesn't walk through the door right now and drag him out of the classroom, shall we?

"Oh that. No Miss, I'm absolutely fine. I guess the wrong things just happened at the wrong moments."

And exactly to the word was what happened, isn't that right Nathan?

Miss Grant sighed and placed a hand on her hip. She clearly wasn't convinced but decided to let him off.

"Alright, Warren, but if there's anything going on, you tell me straight away, okay?"

"Yes Miss."

"Good."

Warren let out a small sigh of relief that his teacher hadn't questioned him further and turned around to leave when he heard her voice once again.

"Warren, wait!"

Warren froze. Surely there were no more questions to be asked, right? Right? He slowly turned back around and was face to face with Miss Grant. 'Please don't ask any questions please don't ask any questions please don't–'

"You forgot your phone."

Phewwww. He waited silently for Miss Grant as she walked over to her desk, got his phone and walked back to him, holding it out for him to take it back, which he did. He was just about to turn around, thankful that no queries had been asked until the person who stood in front of him spoke once again.

"Also, Warren, quick question. I know this isn't any of my business, but who was the person who sent you that message? A girlfriend of yours maybe?"

Warren's face grew immensely red as he imagined Nathan as his girlfriend, or more fittingly, his boyfriend. Even though the stereotypical stuck up rich boy and nerd didn't really go together, in its own way, it kinda did. He would never admit it to anybody, but he did find Nathan quite handsome after spending more time with him for the past day. Not that he wanted to date him or anything. That would be so fucked up. Sooooooo fucked up. Like, that was so weird. Who would date Nathan? Definitely not him. It's not like he'd ever thought about it or anything. Never even crossed his mind. Never. Nada. Not even–

"Warren?"

Okay, him and making mental notes were completely out of the question. He really needed to stop doing that though, or else it was going to lead him into some serious trouble. Wait, hold on, didn't he think that before? He made a mental note to get better at remembering things and making mental notes. Because it would end up leading him into some serious….wait. He was doing it again wasn't he? However, before he could tell himself off in his mind, the laugh of Miss Grant brought him back to reality.

"It's alright, Warren. You don't need to say anything. I won't tell anybody." She chuckled. "Off you go, now."

Warren's face grew even redder as he tried to persuade his teacher that it wasn't his significant other who had texted him.

"N-no miss, it's n-not–"

"It's fiinnneeee!" she reassured with a small laugh. "I won't tell anybody! Have fun!"

With his face still immensely red, and not bothering to tell her what was really going on, he turned around and walked back to the door, exiting the classroom to enter the busy corridors filled with bustling students. 'That was so awkward.' Warren muttered in his brain, face still being a dark shade of scarlet. Looking around, he spotted Max hanging out by the lockers with Stella and Alyssa. Wanting to say hello, he walked over to the trio, marking his entrance:

"Hey girls! Dr Graham is here and ready to cure! Wait hold on that doesn't rhyme…" The girls turned around to face him and giggled once they realised who it was.

"Hey Warren!" Max chuckled. "How are you?" He replied with a large grin on his face. "I'm doing great, as you can tell. And are you three alright too?"

The females responded with a firm nod of their heads.

"Great!"

He was just about to say goodbye and leave, since he was in a hurry to do a science project, when what Max said next caught his attention.

"What were you doing last night?"

Uh oh. Why was Max asking him this? She didn't know what had happened did she? She better not. And if she didn't (hopefully), he couldn't possibly tell her that he was with Nathan!

"Uhhh….w-why do you ask?" he replied nervously.

"It's just that you weren't replying my texts or answering any of my calls. And we scheduled that specific time to talk, didn't you remember?"

Oh yeah. He didn't have his phone on him when he had gone to investigate the commotion that was going on outside the building. But there was no way he could say that to her. Dammit Nathan!

"Oh, I-I uhh.. fell asleep." he lied, attempting to avoid eye contact with Max as Stella and Alyssa stood awkwardly in the background but her firm gaze followed his every move.

"S-sorry."

He really needed to get out of there before he did one of his famous grand fuck ups.

"I–"

"Oh shit, won't you look at the time!" Warren quickly exclaimed with false surprise, stealing a glance at his non-existent watch.

"Warren! What are you–"

"Gottagobye!" Warren shouted, running out of the main school corridors and out on to campus.

He continued running in the direction of the boy's dorms and didn't stop until he was inside.

"Shit…" he muttered to himself.

He knew that it was really bad of him to ditch Max like that, and Stella and Alyssa were probably really confused and annoyed right now, but there was absolutely no way, let him repeat, no way he was going to tell her about the events that went down that night. Telling her was basically suicide for him, It would totally bite him in the ass later though, and he wasn't ready for it. Not at all.

Hoping Max hadn't somehow followed him, he quick-walked down the corridor of the dorm…..but then stopped. Taking one look at his door, he realised something was off. Why was his door open? He vividly remembered closing the door, getting his keys, locking the door, putting his keys back in his pocket, then going to 1st period (he was never going to tell anybody about what happened after that, though). So why the hell was his door open? Nobody had broke in there, had they? Silently praying that there wouldn't be some creepy guy with a gun at his door, he crept up to it, and slowly and carefully, pushed it open, ready for the worst.

Oh. Nothing. His room was absolutely empty. Maybe he did forget to lock the door after all. He did have annoying memory problems, so that was probably the cause of his stupidness. Feeling extremely relieved, he walked in and closed the door, turning around to–

"SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!"

"HOLY SHIT!" screamed Warren, whizzing around to see Nathan fucking Prescott stood right in front of him.

"What the fuck, man!" Warren complained, slowly turning back around to lock the door, but not once removing his gaze off Nathan. Nathan took a seat on Warren's bed, laughing to himself.

"Your face was fuckin' priceless!"

"What the fuck was that for?! Why are you even here?!" Warren shouted.

Nathan did one of his sly smiles, which Warren, he couldn't lie, found greatly attractive, and patted the space next to him on the bed.

"Well, I wanted to give you a little visit, ya' know? Fuck around a lil' bit."

Even though Nathan was pretty fucking attractive, as he usually did, Warren couldn't help but be annoyed. Nathan broke into his room! And now he was trying to chat him up as if he hadn't even done anything wrong! However, even though he was tempted to kick him out knowing Nathan's mental stability, it probably wasn't the best idea to scream at him. And he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Did he really have nobody else to go to if he was bored? Surely he had Victoria right? Hayden, maybe? Softening his face, he walked over to his bed and sat beside Nathan, kicking off his shoes. With a sigh, he said,

"Alright then. What do you wanna do?"

Nathan's POV

"Yessssss!" Nathan celebrated in his mind. Warren was his bitch now. Or maybe not. Warren might be a bit of a push-over but the way he shouted at him a few minutes ago slightly scared him. Wait, what? How could he even think that?! Nathan Prescott scared of Warren Gayram? No fucking way. But there was no time to be scolding himself for even thinking that, because he had an idea of what we wanted to do with Warren first. Something that might just make the room a little….hot.

"I wanna play a game."

Warren raised an eyebrow at him and said,

"Uhhh, are you sure you don't wanna do anything else?

"Hundred percent. I actually think you'd like this."

"Ok. What game did you have in mind?"

With a smirk, Nathan released is winning card.

"Strip Truth or Dare."

His smirk increased when he saw the light blush that crept upon Warren's face.

"I-I don't think that's…" Warren stuttered.

"Come onnnnn, it'll be fun! I promise!" Nathan interrupted, grabbing Warren's arm and yanking him up from the bed, standing with him and pulling him to the middle of the room. Warren was quite reluctant but judging by the small grin he could see on his face, he knew that his excitement wasn't one-sided.

"Look, you can go first. Ask me."

This time Warren rolled his eyes, "Got it from the best." Nathan thought, and said.

"Fiiiiiine. Truth or Dare?"

Nathan pretended to think about it for a moment, tapping his head with his index finger and looking up at Warren's ceiling.

"Well, I ain't a pussy like you, so I choose Dare."

"What?! I'm not a pussy!"

"Suuuuuuure. Now gimme a dare, pussy."

"Ugh, alright, but I'm not a pussy, okay?!"

"Okey dokey. Now dare me already!"

"I dare you…." Warren started. Suddenly, a scary grin appeared on his face, making Nathan silently freak out. What. The. Fuck. Somebody please tell him what Warren was thinking because right now, it did not look good.

"To go out into the corridors and scream out 'I LOVE WARREN!' as loud as you can."

Nope. No. Nah. There was no way in hell he was doing that shit.

"Tryna get in my pants, Graham?" he smirked, already taking off one of his socks.

"And you call me the pussy," Warren laughed.

"I'm not being a pussy. It's called being smart, a feature which you obviously don't have."

"Well, technically, your level of intelligence is actually a more accurate predictor of your potential success than your socioeconomic status."

Wow. Nathan had actually gotten so used to Warren's little nerdgasms now, for the first time, he didn't even cut him off! It was actually kinda cute, to be honest. He was rubbing off on him, and maybe, just maybe, turning him soft. Nathan didn't want to soft, because that made you stupid, he learnt that from his dad, but with Warren though…

"Uhhhh, Nate, are you okay? You actually didn't butt in for once. That's so unlike you. Are you an alien or something?" he heard Warren say with a chuckle.

"Oh go suck a diiiiiick."

Wait, hold up. Did Warren just call him Nate? Only Victoria ever called him that...

A small blush came up on his face, totally contradicting the statement he had just said. Thankfully though, Warren either didn't notice or didn't say anything about it. Quickly composing himself, he continued their game.

"Now, Truth or Dare?"

With a grin, Warren replied,

"To prove I'm not a shy little boy like you, I choose Dare."

"Shy liitle boy! Oh you did not just go there, you piece of shit. I'm giving you an extra hard one, I bet you'll never even do it."

"Okay then, hotshot. Hit me."

Nathan was about to say something that could potentially change his whole life, but he was ready. Warren would never even see it coming.

"I dare you to kiss me."

Writer's note: Little message here from the writer, I was thinking of being mean and making this the end of the chapter, but then I think I've done enough to you guys to do such an asshole move. A Nathan move, more like. Lol, imagine Nathan being a writer! Ugh, what am I saying, back to the story!

Warren's POV

WHOA. Ok, Warren definitely expected Nathan to say something extreme, but he definitely didn't expect this! He wasn't going to lie, he had always imagined what it would be like kissing Nathan, but he never knew he was actually going to do it.! His face grew immensely red, and he really wished the world would just drop him down into a hole, but that was obviously not happening. Wishing his words didn't come out all jumbled, he attempted to form a sentence.

"Well, I-I um….I d-don't think….w-well, m-maybe? I think, um, y-yeah….uh,"

Well, there goes his wish. Suddenly, before he could embarrass himself any further, he felt Nathan's warm hands sliding around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Kiss me," he whispered, his hot breath gliding onto Warren's cheek.

Warren was really turned on. If he had dreamt about Nathan kissing him before (yes, he has), then he obviously wanted to do it in real life. Closing his eyes, he slowly leaned forward, with Nathan following suit. Their lips brushed against each others, and Warren couldn't help but smile. Then, the kiss began. It was pretty soft and slow, it made Warren really wonder, has Nathan always been this passionate? Their lips moved delicately, like the brush of a butterfly's wings against the soft leaf of a tree. One of Nathan's hands slowly moved upwards to stroke Warren's hair, but he didn't mind. If anything, it made the kiss even more romantic. As the kisses progressed, their speed started to slightly increase, but it was nothing too crazy. 'Wow.' Warren thought to himself. 'I'm making out with Nathan Prescott.' Warren's hands found their way underneath Nathan's shirt, and onto his back, loving the contact: the warmth of Nathan's body just felt so good against his hands.

As their lips slowly broke away, Warren decided to rest his hands on Nathan's waist, while Nathan's hands returned to his.

"That was nice." Warren breathed.

Then Nathan did the smile. The smile. It was the sweetest smile Warren had ever seen him do. His teeth sparkled, his eyes glistened, his face bright. 'He's perfect.' Warren thought.

"Let's do that again sometime." Nathan said.

"Maybe, if you're lucky." Warren said with a chuckle, slowly releasing himself from Nathan.

"Hey, where you going? We haven't even finished our game yet, you know."

"I know, but…" Warren started, placing a quick peck on Nathan's cheek and taking his phone out of his pocket to check the time. "I have class now, and I'm sure you do too."

"Ugh, fuck class. Can't we just skip or something?" Nathan grumbled, putting on his other sock and sliding on his expensive shoes.

"No can do, Nate." Warren replied, grabbing Nathan's hand and leading him to the door, grabbing his bag and putting on his own shoes in the process. "I'll come with you to get your stuff, and then I have to go, alright?"

Nathan slowly removed his hand from Warren's grasp and turned away from him, not letting him see his face.

"Ok." he mumbled.

"And Nate, stop pouting."

"I'm not pouting!"

"Come on!" Warren laughed. "Let's go."

Warren was just about to open the door when he felt Nathan's hand grab his wrist.

"What is it?"

Nathan turned to face him but avoided eye contact, shuffling his feet around on the floor.

"Can we not, you know, leave together, 'cause people might think….."

Realising what he meant, Warren smiled at Nathan, and then pulled him into a large, warm hug.

"It's alright, Nate. You go first and I'll meet you outside your room, alright?"

Resting his head on Warren's shoulder, Nathan mumbled a quiet,

"Mhmm." And slowly let go of him.

He did a small wave at Warren, and then left the room. Warren counted from thirty, and once he reached zero, he went outside and locked his door, to find a grinning Nathan Prescott standing diagonally from him, bag in hand. (his dorm room was in fact diagonal from his).

They walked down the corridor, not standing too close to each other, and exited the boy's dorms. A few of the students gave them weird looks or raised their eyebrow as they walked across campus, but a simple glare from Nathan made them look the other way. Soon, they were inside the main building, and it was time for them to go separate ways.

"See you later?" Nathan asked.

"See you later." Warren smiled.

And with that, Warren walked in the opposite direction from Nathan, grinning to himself.

"I can't believe that just fucking happened." He breathed, and walked into Art room number 3.