"Holy shit... Holy shit... What the fuck happened?!" Warren rushed up to the desk, seeing the prototype he built practically go up in flames, "NO! This can't be happening! Why the fuck did this happen?! Not my prototype! Son of a—GAH!" The teen went into full panic mode over his prototype rather than the aftermath of their testing.
"Hey! Psycho! Stop crying over that damn prototype and explain what the fuck just happened?!" Nathan gripped Warren's collar and pinned him against the wall, feeling weird after gripping practically himself.
"I-I don't know! I don't know how this happened! I don't know what..." Warren fell silent.
"Hey, Einstein! Snap out of it and figure out how the fuck we can switch back!" Nathan head-butted Warren, "I don't want to be stuck in this lame ass body and I sure as hell don't want you doing anything stupid in mine!"
"I know! I don't want that either!" Warren pushed Nathan, heading back towards the desk, "Son of a... I don't know how this happened..." He gripped his head, trying to keep himself together to figure out how to undo what just happened, "Only possible way I can think of is to rebuild this and do the same exact thing in order to switch back..."
"You're shitting me... right?" Nathan scoffed with disbelief, "This has got to be some kind of fucked up joke!"
"I wish it was... I seriously wish it was, but..." Warren covered his mouth, closing his eyes, trying to keep a tight hold of himself, finishing his explanation, "It's going to take a bit for me to rebuild this."
"How long?" Nathan clenched his hands tightly, trying to stay level headed as he waited for an answer.
"Four months minimum... six months maximum..." Warren mumbled, beginning to feel weak, dropping to his knees, looking at the broken pieces that were lying on the ground.
"Are you telling me we'll be stuck this way until the end of Senior. Fucking. Year?!" Nathan shouted to the top of his lungs.
All Warren could do was look up at Nathan with a look of seriousness as though he practically answered for him. The room was completely silent to where you could hear a pin drop. Nathan's anger rose to the very top to where he wanted to deck Warren so badly, but he knew it wouldn't make a change in the results and he sure as hell did not want to beat himself up. Literally. A deep sigh escaped both of their lips as they slumped down against their desk, exhausted from their bickering.
"...You can head back if you want." Warren said, resting his head against the cupboards, staring out in space, "Just... please don't go through my things in the meantime." He glanced over, expressionless.
"Wait... are you telling me I have to stay in your room?!" Nathan tensed up with anger.
"What the hell did you expect, Prescott? Us staying in our rooms when we're in the other persons body?" Warren glared as he rhetorically questioned, "That will definitely lead to suspicion and who knows what the hell would happen if this went public!" He stated clearly with frustration.
"Goddamn this all to hell!" Nathan growled as he slammed his fist against one of the cupboards, unable to retaliate that obvious statement.
"Just... go back to the dorms. I need time alone to figure this out." Warren stood up, his hands clenched tightly from irritation as he tried to clear his mind to figure out what to do.
"Fine... but don't go through my things when you return to the dorms or else you'll be a dead man." Nathan said, knowing he literally would be one if he ever found out about the secrets, "Ugh... I need a drink... call me if you need anything that would help this progress faster." He sighed deeply, walking out of the classroom, massaging his head, "Later, Graham..."
"Oh! One more thing... you need to control your temper." Warren began, tensing up after noticing how he phrased it, "You have to act like me, like I have to act like you."
"So you're telling me I have to be a fucking wimp ass, know-it-all, science geek that has the personality and strength of a fragile woman?" Nathan smirked.
Warren growled as he glared, not wanting to start anything, but wanting to get back at him, "Yeah... like I have to be an arrogant, lying ass, short-tempered guy that has the attention span of a walnut."
They stared daggers at each other before a sudden laugh escaped both of their lips. They didn't know how things changed between them, but with the positions they were in, humor was the only thing keeping them sane for the time being. They both knew they wanted to kick each others ass, but with them not being in their own body's, they sure as hell did not want to cause any damage to their own body.
"Anyway, keep me up to date. I don't want to deal with this shit any longer than it already has to be dealt with." Nathan spoke before leaving the room.
"You and me both..." Warren responded as he waved Nathan off.
Nathan walked out of the classroom, heading towards the door to walk outside and take a breather. Frustration continued to grow as he felt odd for being in Warrens body. He felt more awkward than when he was in his own. He felt weak and scrawny, but there was one thing he didn't feel and that being his muscle spasm. The adolescent was surprised, but he still didn't like the fact that he had to act like Warren. As he tried to clear his head so he could stay calm, he suddenly recalled the things Warren would have to face in the mean time.
"Shit!" Nathan said, realizing what would happen if Warren didn't part take in his dads work.
He bolted back to the classroom, suddenly bumping into a jock that was one of Warren's bullies, "Hey! Watch where you're going, Science Nerd!"
"Ugh... Christ... Shut it, dickweed!" Nathan shouted by impulse, bolting up with a glare.
"Excuse me?! What the fuck did you just call me?" The jock pushed him, pissing him off even more.
"Don't you dare lay another fucking grimy finger of yours on me again or else it'll be bent back, pointing towards the lame ass piece of shit it belongs to." Nathan exclaimed.
"Why you—?!" Before the jock could even strike Nathan, he hook punched him in the jaw and kneed him in the gut, watching the guy fall to the ground with a groan.
"Better watch it next time, fucking dick!" Nathan growled before running back to the classroom, not even noticing he caused a scene.
"Graham! I need to talk to you for a sec— What the hell is up with you?" Nathan stopped in his tracks, seeing the teen have a sudden mental break down.
"Huh...?" Warren looked up, "Oh... n-nothing... just watching my future go up in flames." He chuckled, rubbing his face that was sweating profusely.
"What are you talking about?" Without another word, Warren pointed out a scene Nathan created that was right outside the building in plain sight, "Shit..."
"Well, I had a feeling you wouldn't be able to hold in your anger." He scoffed, "Typical..."
"Graham, you have to understand its a force of habit!" Nathan exclaimed, "Plus, that shit right there is nothing. Nothing compared to what I have to tell you."
"Oh? And what might be worst than what you caused right out there?" Warren questioned, still staring at the busted up prototype, keeping his mind off the terrible outcomes.
"Well..." Nathan didn't know how to explain the things in a way while not giving out hints of the secrets going on in his life, "Meet me in your dorm... I'll tell you more there. Oh, and don't talk to anyone when you leave." He exclaimed, "Also... as for me punching that asshole... I practically did you a favor." He scoffed, running out the door, trying to avoid the scene that was causing a commotion outside.
"Whatever..." Warren sighed deeply, rubbing the back of his head as he began to clean up the mess, wanting the day to just come to an end.