A/N: Hey everyone! I've survived my finals, thank god. They were pretty brutal, especially calculus. -makes a face- Thanks for all of the warm reviews on the last chapter. I was greatly amused to see that sides were taken. TEAM DEREK or TEAM CHLOE or both, in this case. It was great hearing what you guys thought! I made this chapter longer than my usual chapters as a present for you all!

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Chapter 10: Nate

Nate waited for me on the ledge that was outside of our dorms. As he heard my footsteps, he turned to see me. He stood up and gave me a wide grin. "Morning, Chloe," he said brightly.

I cleared my throat. "Good morning, Nate. Hope you weren't waiting for too long," I murmured softly as I approached him.

"Nah, I just got here-" Nate stopped abruptly as he got a better look at my face and his smile faded. "Chloe? Have you been crying? What's the matter?"

I averted my gaze from his. "Derek and I fought just before I left," I said quietly as I wished that we could just forget the whole situation.

An unreadable expression flickered on his face for a moment before his expression turned to concern and anger. "Should I go talk to him?" he asked as he looked towards the dorm building.

I shook my head. "No, just forget about it. I'll deal with it when I get back."

I felt Nate look at me in silence for a moment before his fingers tipped my chin up so that my gaze met his. "Derek's a jerk and you shouldn't waste your time thinking about him," he said softly.

I remained silent as I looked into his earnest pale green eyes. I could see the warmth and concern that lingered in them. I hated myself for it, but at that moment, I couldn't help but feel slightly comforted by his words. Finally, I nodded as I shook all thoughts of Derek out of my head. I forced a tight smile. "So, let's get our date started," I declared.

Nate's grin returned. "Sure, my car's parked in the parking lot near dorm A. Let's go."

His car turned out to be a white beemer. If I didn't know that he was well off, this definitely proved that he was. Not many parents would let kids our age drive around cars like that. Nate stepped out and opened the door for me and made an 'after you' gesture. I rolled my eyes and laughed at his gentlemanly antics. "Why thank you, kind sir," I said in a mocking-lilt.

Nate grinned. "You're welcome, my fair lady. It is not everyday that I see someone as exquisite as you are," he said, playing along.

"Just shut up and drive."

"As you wish."

Since Lyle Academy was on the outskirts of Oakridge, it took us about 20 minutes to reach the actual city. There, we stopped at McDonald's for breakfast as it was the simplest and fastest meal available. Once breakfast was out of the way, Nate drove deeper into the city.

I couldn't help but notice that Nate kept sneaking glances over at me to see if I was really okay about the situation earlier, but when he did, I would catch his eye and smile to reassure him. "So where are we going now?" I asked as we've been driving for the past half hour.

Nate looked over and cocked an eyebrow. "How do you feel about fast rides?" he asked.

"'Fast rides' as in roller coasters?" I asked as I felt a smile tugging on my lips. It had been a really long time since I had been to an amusement park.

He nodded. "Yeah."

"I love roller coasters. The scarier the better."

Nate stopped at a red light and turned to give me a bright grin. "Awesome. Most girls I know can't stand them," he said.

I gave him a look. "Well, in that case, I'm not 'most girls'." I told him.

He turned back to look at the road in front of him. "Yeah, you aren't," he murmured so softly that it was just above a whisper.

I felt an uncomfortable lurch in the pit of my stomach at his tone and expression so I hurried on, "I've always loved them since I was a kid, but it's been forever since I've been on one."

"Well it's a good thing that we're going to Thrillville then."

Thrillville was a fairly large sized amusement park that was in the heart of downtown Oakridge. Whether it was in season or not, it was normally quite busy and today wasn't an exception. I guess it helped that it was also the weekend. It took us some time to get a parking space. "So, what first?" Nate asked as he insisted on paying for the entrance fee.

I looked around the amusement park. It really had been a long time since I was last here with my dad when I was a kid. As the laughter and screams surrounded me, I breathed in the sweet scent of cotton candy and smiled. Finally my gaze landed on a tall structure that shot it's occupants high into the air at an alarming speed. I pointed at the Hellevator. "That one."

A quick grin. "Sure, let's break the ice."

We spent the majority of the day at Thrillville and Nate was an excellent companion. He loved all of the best rides and was delighted that I did as well. When we went on the Splashdown, which consisted of log boats on a watery ride, Nate had offered to get in front so that I wouldn't be soaked. Water still splashed me, but at the very least, I didn't look like a drowned cat. When I mentioned this to Nate, he laughed. "Wow, I'm sure that even my underwear is soaked."

After that, we decided to dry off in the sun and relax. Sitting on the bench, with our wet butts pressed against the wood, I glanced off to the side, where the stalls were and saw an ice cream vendor. "How about some ice cream?" I asked, nodding to the said stall. "My treat."

Nate hesitated for a moment as though he wanted to pay instead but decided against it in the end. He smiled. "Sure, choose my flavour for me," he said.

I returned his smile and walked towards the ice cream stall. There was a fairly long lineup, which consisted mainly of parents and their children. Looking at them, I felt a wave of nostalgia and thought back to when my dad used to take me here when he had a rare day off. "Just you and me, kiddo," he'd say as he'd get us our ice creams.

I sighed as I wondered how my dad was doing now. Although I didn't get to see him that often, I really did love my dad a lot. It'd be nice if he didn't have to work so much; it wasn't as if we needed the money. But I guess it gave him something to do and it became a habit after my mom's death so many years ago. Thinking back, I remembered seeing my dad sitting alone at the kitchen table, grieving for my mom when I was just a kid. It happened often in the middle of the night, long after he tucked me in.

The first time I saw him alone was when I couldn't sleep and wanted a warm glass of milk to drink. It was then that I heard my father's heart-breaking sobs. Maybe it was because I didn't know any better at the time, but to me, my dad was invincible; he never cried. But he did then. Careful to remain out of sight and unheard, I cried silently along with him, holding Ozzie, my stuffed koala tightly against my chest, wishing for my mom to come back and make things good again. Of course, she didn't; she was gone for good.

Sometime after that, the pain became a little easier. Not to say that it didn't hurt; it just hurt less. I continued on with my life and my dad threw himself into his work. It had been that way for the past decade. Shaking the memories away, I noticed that I was up next to place my order. Taking a quick glance at the choices, I payed for double scoops of double chocolate and butterscotch on one cone while the other cone had french vanilla and strawberry marmalade.

As I returned back to where I left Nate, I couldn't help but notice passing girls our age giving him the once-over and smiling in the way that they obviously saw something that they liked. At the same time, Nate ignored the looks that they gave him and they left, disappointed. I smiled to myself, pleased that he paid them no mind. "I'm back," I declared as I held out both cones. "Which one do you want?"

Nate smiled as he took the french vanilla-strawberry marmalade combination. "Thanks."

I sat down beside him and we ate out ice creams in comfortable silence. We stayed at Thrillville for a little while longer and afterwards, we left to get dinner. When Nate pulled in at a classy restaurant, I looked down at my casual choice of clothing and felt the raising wave of panic. "I think I'm a little under dressed," I murmured softly as Nate cocked his head to the side and studied me.

"Nah, you look perfect to me. It doesn't matter anyway," he said as we walked over to the entrance.

Easy for him to say. I thought to myself as I looked at Nate's dark wrap coat that he wore above his designer top and dark denim. He looked like a runaway cover model. Nate greeted the doorman and got a warm response in return. It seemed as though they knew each other. The doorman was a young man in his early twenties and was fairly handsome with bright hazel eyes. "Good evening, miss," he said in a pleasant voice as he held the door open for me. "Enjoy your evening tonight."

I thanked him and entered the restaurant. Once inside, I inhaled deeply, smelling the scent of exotic food. Looking around the room, it was a very fancy restaurant indeed. The tables and sets were arranged so that there was a lot of room to move by and everyone by the looks of it, wore their best dining clothes. I felt a little self-conscious in my dark jeans and simple blouse regardless of what Nate had said. The waitress that came up gave me a once over and pursed her lips together as though she had bitten a lemon. My cheeks warmed at the scrutiny of her look. However, as Nate came up behind me, her gaze turned to his and her entire expression melted as she openly checked him out. "Bonsoir, welcome to Chez Joel, how will you be dining tonight?"

It didn't escape my notice that she was talking only to him and my existence was clearly forgotten the moment Nate had stepped through the door. He gave her a brilliant smile. "I placed a reservation on a room earlier for my companion and myself." he said politely. "It is under the name Bozian."

The girl blinked and flipped through her papers before finding the room that Nate was talking about. As she turned to look back at Nate, she returned his smile. "Of course, follow me, Mr. Bozian," she said sweetly.

She led us into a quiet room away from the rest of the diners and handed us our menus. "May I get you something to drink while you decide on your order?" she asked as we sat down.

Nate looked to me for the first choice. "Um, I'll just have some lemon water, thanks," I mumbled quietly as Nate said that he would have the same.

The waitress smiled at Nate and left to give us a moment to choose. I glanced around the room. It was certainly a nice room with a clear view of the city below us. It was much quieter in here as well. I looked back at Nate who gave me an amused look. "You look a little nervous," he said with a faint smile.

While I did have the occasional fancy dinner with my dad and Aunt Lauren, I certainly didn't expect to be taken to one for a date. "I wasn't expecting this. Really, we didn't have to be taken into a separate room," I replied.

Nate shrugged as a small smile danced on his lips. "We didn't have to," he agreed. "But I thought you'd be more comfortable in here than out there."

I blinked at him, surprised and a little happy that he had thought about me beforehand. "Thanks," I said gratefully as I lowered my gaze to my menu.

The dinner portion of our date passed by quite smoothly. The food was exquisite and made my taste buds drool with delight after spending the past month eating solely cafeteria food. Once we finished and Nate paid for the bill, I saw that there was still a few hours remaining before we had to return back to Lyle Academy. "Where next?" I asked as Nate drove out of Chez Joel's parking lot.

Nate glanced over at me. "How do you feel about a movie?" he asked.

I grinned. "Depends on the movie, of course," I replied in high spirits.

"No problem there. I have a fairly large collection of movies at my place, so you can pick whatever you want to watch," Nate said as he drove.

I raised my eyebrows at him. "So, we're going to your house?" I asked, surprised.

Nate nodded. "Yup."

We chatted about various types of movies as Nate drove in the direction of his house. It turned out that he was also a big fan of action and adventure movies. "Sci-Fi is alright as well," Nate added after listing off his favourite movies.

I nodded. "Yeah and anything that's fantasy," I agreed.

We drove closer to the edge of Oakridge, where the houses were placed farther and farther away from each other. After twisting and turning on several roads, Nate singled out a road and drove uphill. Even then it took a while before I saw a plaque that read 'Bozian Manor' on the stone wall. It took about another 10 or so minutes of driving before we reached the iron gates that separated us from Nate's house. Actually, "house" was quite an understatement as his place was a huge old Victorian mansion on a piece of private property that was shielded away from the rest of civilization.

Nate held out his keys and pressed a button on the remote control, which made the gates withdraw. Then we drove forward. I gasped as we approached the mansion. Even at night, it was quite a sight. On the property, hedges surrounded the pavement and small lanterns lit the way to the entrance. In the middle of the field was a large stone fountain with a lion posing majestically in the middle. My dad's friends owned properties similar to this, but definitely not as grand. As I was too busy gaping, Nate pulled to a smooth stop at the entrance. "Well, this is home," he said quietly as he looked up at the mansion.

"This is huge," I said, stating the obvious.

Nate chuckled. "Yeah, it's too big for my taste since we don't even use it all, but my father likes it for the image," he explained as he got out and held the door open on my side.

"After you."

I got out of the beemer and gaped again at the building in front of me. Nate led the way inside and I followed after him, wishing that I had another pair of eyes to look at everything around me. The inside was just as stunning. Like the outside, everything on the inside was Victorian themed, which was appropriate. At the sound of the door closing, a voice called out, bringing me back to attention. "Hello?"

I watched seconds later, as a petite grandmotherly woman approached us, her face lighting up in delight at the sight of Nate. "Young master!" she cried as she enveloped him in a hug. "You're home!"

Nate bent and returned her warm embrace. "Marie," he greeted her softly, a tender smile crossing his face.

I blinked in surprise at his expression. I've never seen that smile before. I thought to myself. It differed greatly from his usual charming, brilliant smile. This smile made him seem younger and somehow more innocent. Almost child-like even. Finally they released each other as Nate turned to face me. "Chloe, I'd like you to meet Marie, my nanny. She's looked after me all my life," he said as the woman, Marie, beamed at him.

She turned to me. "It's a pleasure to meet you, dear," she said as she smiled sincerely at me. "The young master hardly ever brings his lady friends home."

Nate squirmed uncomfortably at this and tried to divert her attention. "Marie, we'll be watching a movie in the theatre. Would you mind starting the popcorn?" he asked.

Marie nodded. "Of course, young master," she said politely. "But before I forget, there was a call earlier from your father, asking for you."

Nate raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "He did?" he asked, sounding dubious.

Marie nodded again. "Yes, you should return it as soon as you can," she said before turning to me. "I'll take my leave now to get started on the snacks."

Nate sighed as he ran a hand through his red hair. I looked at him in concern. "Is there something wrong?" I asked as I studied his unreadable expression.

He shook his head as he forced a small smile. "Nah, it's most likely nothing. But I should call him back. Could I meet you in the theatre?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, sure."

Nate gave me the directions to the said room before leaving to return his dad's call. Wanting a bigger look of the place, I made my way slowly in the mansion, taking everything in with detail. The decorations were very elaborate and well lit, but as I followed Nate's directions, I couldn't help but feel that the mansion felt almost eerie. Now that I was farther away from the main doors, the sounds of the house faded so that I was alone with the sounds of my footsteps. They sounded very loud against the silence that enveloped me. Normally, this would be where the heroine walks straight into danger. I thought and suppressed a shiver. I glanced at up at the portraits of faces that hung on the wall. I didn't recognize any of them. Their faces somehow seemed almost solemn and lonely. Well, Chloe, if you were a portrait in this big of a house, you'd be lonely too. I thought to myself as I moved on.

As I reached a fork in the hallway, I suddenly paused, unsure of whether I was supposed to turn right or left. "Great," I muttered to myself. "Which way do I go?"

I tried to remember what Nate had said earlier, but there was so many turns that I got them mixed up. I glanced around, seeing if there was anyone around. "Hello?" I called out, my voice echoing down the hall.

Another look around. Again, there was no one. I sighed in defeat. Should I wait for Nate? Or should I proceed with caution to my impending doom? I rolled my eyes at the last line. Too many movies, Chloe. Anyway, there's no harm in picking a direction. If I'm wrong, I'll just turn around and go the other way. Deciding to go with that, I turned left, which revealed another long hallway. Sighing, I went down it. I started to wonder whether Nate ever got lost in this mansion. He probably did in a place this size. As I continued down the hall, I walked by a nearly closed door and stopped. Curiously, I retreated a few steps and prodded the door open further, which led into some kind of study.

The room was brightly lit and warm, with a fire dancing lively in the fireplace. It wasn't the room that I was supposed to be in, and I was about to turn around when I saw another portrait just above the fireplace. Astonished by the size of the portrait, my curiosity peaked and I ventured deeper into the room to study it. It was a painting of a young woman. She was very beautiful with her braided fire-like hair hanging over one shoulder while she posed gracefully for the artist. However, what caught my attention wasn't her beauty, but her expression. She was smiling, but her pale green eyes seemed sorrowful.

I wonder who she is? I thought to myself as I gave the painting one last look. Turning away from the portrait, another substance caught my eye. Well, substances in this case. It was a cabinet full of trophies. I cocked my head to one side as I looked at all of the trophies. Most of them seemed to be basketball trophies all addressed to one name: Frederick Bozian. Is he Nate's dad? I wondered. If so, he never mentioned him in our conversations. Well, now that I think about it, Nate never really talked about his family. I wonder if it's something that he doesn't like talking about? I looked from trophy to trophy. If this Frederick Bozian was Nate's dad, than it was obvious that Nate inherited his dad's athletic gene.

I continued to study the trophies, trying to find Nate's trophies. Strangely enough, there weren't any. That was unusual. Why wouldn't Nate's trophies be here as well? Like the Bozian trophy cabinet or something. But what was weirder was the fact that most people would proudly display their achievements in an open area to the public, but here, it was almost as though the study was an area that no one came to. As I thought more about different possibilities, a creak came from the doorway. My heart thumped wildly against my chest as I spun around, a little faster than I intended.

It was Marie. She seemed a little surprised to see me here. "Miss Chloe? What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I'm s-sorry. I saw this door and I wandered in here. I'm really sorry," I apologized, hoping that she didn't have a bad impression of me.

Marie smiled gently. "That's alright. I was afraid that you had gotten lost when you weren't in the theatre room," she said. "The young master seems to be held up a little longer than he had thought."

As my heart slowly decelerated until it was almost normal, I gave her a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I did get lost," I admitted.

Marie came into the room and looked around it, her eyes distant as she looked at the portrait of the young woman. Following her gaze, I studied the painting again. "Would it be rude of me if I asked who that beautiful lady is?" I asked slowly, judging her reaction.

"Not at all. She was the madam of this house."

"'Was'?"

Marie gave me a sad smile. "I shouldn't say. This is the young master's story, not mine," she told me.

I nodded as I accepted her answer. It was nosey of me, but I wanted to know more about Nate, since he never told me much about himself. I cleared my throat, trying to disperse the awkward atmosphere between us. "So, you've looked after Nate ever since he was young?" I asked, changing the topic.

Marie smiled affectionately as her eyes danced with pride. "Yes, I've served the Bozian family for a long time. I think of the young master as one of my own," she said warmly. "Although much of the household has changed over the years, I've remained by his side all of these years and I will continue to do so for as long as he wishes for me to do so."

I returned her smile. "He cares very much for you too, I can tell," I told her as Marie led us out of the study and back into the hall.

Marie simply smiled as we made our way down in silence to the theatre. "Here is the young master's private theatre, Miss Chloe. He will be along shortly," she said finally. "Please make yourself comfortable."

I nodded my thanks as I sat down on the leather seats that faced a huge flat screen TV and waited for Nate. Looking around the room, I saw a large collection of movies on the shelves. Interested in seeing what he had, I walked over to the shelves and scanned the titles. It was neatly arranged in alphabetical order by the genre of the movie. As my eyes moved down the titles, I noticed that there was a small photo frame that sat in between two sections.

Gently, I picked it up and saw a young Nate with his mother. She was slightly older here in this photo and wore a motherly smile that was reflected in her eyes. Her arms were wrapped around Nate, who looked very different than he did now. He wore thick framed glasses and had a very school-boyish hair cut, but at the same time, he looked very happy. His smile seemed genuine as he accepted his mother's embrace. Nate looked incapable of doing anything wrong.

I thought back to the argument I had with Derek earlier this morning. "He's done his fair share to try to get revenge." That was what he had said. But looking down at this picture of Nate, it just didn't seem possible that he would do something like that. Putting those thoughts behind me, I placed the picture back where it originally was and returned to where I sat.

A few moments later, Nate returned with a small smile. "Hey, sorry that that took so long," he said as he sat down next to me.

I shook my head. "It's no problem."

"So, I thought of a movie to watch. How do you feel about X-Men: First Class?"

I grinned. "Sounds good."

Nate popped open the Blu-ray disk and inserted it into the player. As the movie rolled, we chatted about what it would be like if we had supernatural powers. "What power would you want?" Nate asked as he handed me the bowl of popcorn that Marie prepared.

As I reached out for it, my hand accidentally brushed his and I drew back, blushing. Slowly looking up at Nate, I saw a gentle smile dancing on his lips and shyly smiled back before accepting the bowl. His pale green eyes looked brighter in the dark, as though they glowed softly. I cleared my throat as I tore my eyes away from him, breaking the eye contact. "Something cool. Maybe controlling the elements or telepathy like Charles," I said, slightly flustered.

Nate nodded as his eyes returned to the screen. "That would be cool. I'd love to be telekinetic. That way, I could bring that remote over with my mind and turn the volume up without getting up myself," he said with a bright grin.

I rolled my eyes at him playfully. "Oh really? You should be grateful that remote controls were invented in the first place or else you would have needed to walk over to the stereo and manually turn it up," I countered.

Nate laughed. "You're right, of course," he replied as he leaned over to grab the remote and increased the volume.

After the movie finished, it was time to go back. Marie saw us to the door. "Please come back soon, young master. The house seems so lonely without you," she said as she looked at him sadly.

Nate leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. "Will do, Marie. In the meantime, take care," he said softly.

Marie nodded. "Of course," she said as she turned to me. "I'll leave him in your care then, Miss Chloe."

I smiled at her. "I'll make sure he keeps out of trouble," I teased as Nate rolled his eyes at me.

"Right. We'll see who keeps who out of trouble. Good night, Marie."

Back at the dorm, Nate led me back to the hallway where my room was located. "Did you have a good time?" he asked with genuine curiosity in his eyes.

I nodded as I thought to all of the things that we did today. "Yeah, did you?"

Nate grinned. "Couldn't have had a better day," he said as he cocked his head to the side. "Does this mean that I'll get another date in the future?"

I blushed as I liked the idea of us going out more later on. Nate saw my flushed cheeks and his grin widened. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Good," he said softly as he slowly closed the space between us.

Instinctively knowing what was going to happen next, I slowly closed my eyes and braced myself for what was going to happen next. This is it! I thought excitedly. My first kiss ever with a boy that I like! With my eyes closed, I could see Nate's shadow getting closer and closer, with his breath warming my lips. As I tilted my head up, expecting my lips to touch his, a throat cleared sharply in the background. Stunned, my eyes flew open and turned to see who had interrupted our moment. It was Derek.

Nate made a small growl in the back of his throat as he backed off from me, looking annoyed. "Your timing really sucks, Derek," he rumbled. "What do you want?"

Derek was dressed in his workout clothing and had a towel draped around his neck. When his gaze met mine, I felt my heart lurch at the intensity of his deep green eyes. They were extremely cold. He looked at me as though we were no longer friends and that I was merely a stranger. Derek's face darkened and his whole posture stiffened at the sight of me. I swallowed thickly as I averted my eyes, unable to look at him. Nate crossed his arms. "Well?"

Derek's eyes moved off of me and looked straight at Nate with a look of indifference. "You're in my way. Move," he said, his voice a low command.

I saw the vein bulge in Nate's neck as he gave Derek a challenging look. Regardless of the fact that Derek was much more filled out that Nate was, he didn't back down. Wanting to avoid an unnecessary fight, I placed a hand lightly on Nate's arm, drawing his attention back to me. I looked back at Derek as his eyes narrowed at my actions. I fought the urge to shrink back. "Sorry, Derek," I said quietly as I stepped off to the side, bringing Nate with me.

Derek glanced at me for another moment before shouldering past us and closing the room door behind me, shutting us out. Nate and I looked at the door in silence as the tension in the air slowly dissipated with Derek's departure. I let out the breath that I didn't even know that I was holding. Nate sighed heavily as he ran a hand through his flame-red hair. He let out a strained chuckle as he looked back at me. "Well that kind of pulls the plug on the mood, doesn't it?" he said.

I didn't answer, but he was right; the mood was gone. "I should go," I said quietly at last.

Nate nodded slowly. "Right. Well then, I'll say good night," he said as a small smile crossed his face. "Sleep well, Chloe."

"You too, Nate."

As I twisted the doorknob slowly, I looked back at Nate's retreating figure and sighed, wishing that Derek hadn't interrupted when he did. Slowly, I made my way into the room, where I was greeted with the sounds of the shower running in the bathroom. Feeling relieved that I wouldn't have to see Derek again so shortly after our hallway encounter, I quickly changed out of my clothes and into my sleepwear. Taking another glimpse at the closed bathroom door, I sighed and climbed into bed, pretending to be asleep when Derek stepped out.

A/N: Most of you did figure out that this chapter would be about Nate and Chloe, but I couldn't help but insert some Derek in. Sorry it took so long to write this, I wanted to put it off as long as I could since it was majorly featuring Nate. I had to cut and delete some major scenes because the mood and tone of the chapter weren't quite right. But I promise that I'll write them in for the later chapters. Although this chapter was mainly about Nate, I still hoped that you enjoyed it. Please look forward to the next one. It won't have as much of Nate, I promise.

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