One of their phones suddenly went off, making both of them jolt. Warren rolled his eyes with a growl while Nathan put himself back together, a groan escaping as he reached over to grab his phone.
"Huh?" Nathan was surprised it wasn't his that went off. He dug in his own pocket, pulling out Warren's phone, "Heh... shocker she'd be calling you." The adolescent laughed with a smirk as he glanced over, "I wonder what her reason to call you is." He glanced over at the timidly nervous teen. "What? Worried I'd ruin your chance?"
"W-What? What makes you think that?" Warren laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, "Just ignore it." Warren reached out to grab his phone, but Nathan held it back, pressing the answer button.
"Hey, what's up, Mad Max?" Nathan smirked, looking over at the stress filled teen, seeing him in a praying position.
Dear God, please let this not expose my secret. Warren prayed.
"W-What the hell...?" Nathan grumbled, grabbing hold of his head.
"Everything alright, Warren?" Max asked on the other end.
"Huh? Oh, e-everything's fine, Max." He massaged his temple, trying to lessen the sudden feel of stress, "Everything's fine. How 'bout yourself?" Nathan asked.
"The girls and I have been wondering what has been going on? Why haven't you spoken to us the past few months?" She asked.
"Well, I got so caught up on hanging out because I had to deal with my lab partner." He responded, "You understand, don't you, Max?" He said in a smooth tone, filled with confidence.
Nathan couldn't put much complaint in it. He felt at ease when hanging out with Warren. Until this incident happened... Nathan hid a sigh, wondering to himself on if he should help Warren out on something like this, or put him under the bus to where to he has no chance with her at all. He looked over at him with an eyebrow rose with a sudden smirk.
"Hey, Max? You don't suppose we could grab a bite to eat later this evening, do you? Seeing as to how it's been awhile, I was wondering if you were interested in catching up?" Nathan chuckled lightly, looking at Warren, noticing his heart practically stopped when he saw him freeze. "You are? Great. I'll see you soon." He smirked at Warren as he hung up. "You're welcome."
"W-What... what just happened?" Warren shook his head, trying to clear his mind, "Did... did she just agree to have dinner with you?!"
"What do you think, dumbass?" Nathan flicked his forehead, letting out a laugh, "Guess the session with Mr. Jefferson was useful for something good for once." He rolled his eyes, a deep sigh escaping, sitting back in his seat.
Warren gawked at Nathan, filled with complete disbelief. He still couldn't get it wrapped around his head. Should he be happy since it could get him closer to Max? Terrified because there's a possibility she'd bring up the past plans? Jealous since Nathan's gonna be the one going on a date with Max? Concerned of the possibility of messing up his chances? (Which most obviously has been viewed as low)
Nathan smacked him upside the head to get him back to his senses, which just made him confused and upset, "Hey, dream boy! Get your head out of your ass and think of a plan! I don't know shit about Caulfield so I can't go any further than this unless you tell me more about this chick." The annoyed teen said.
"Oh! Um... well..." Warren was a bit lost on what to say. He was still speechless that it was hard for him to process this whole thing.
"Well, Einstein? Whatcha got for me?" Nathan crossed his arms, a smirk appearing on his face as he awaited to hear something from him, "Or would you like this to be a gamble for the both of us?" He chuckled, awaiting for a stressful reaction. "'Cause there are quite a few outcomes that can be a blessing or ruin your chances in an instant." He scoffed, looking away, Even though I feel at this point, I'd be saving this kid if I acted on my own.
"What? What makes you think you'd be saving me?" Warren looked over, dumbfounded, "What? You think my chances of winning her on my own is low?"
"What the hell...?" Nathan froze, How the hell could he hear me think that? The teen thought quickly, taken aback, lost on what to say at this point, "N-Never mind, just tell me what the hell you want me to say and do on this date." He sighed, rubbing the back of his head, looking away.
Warren still had difficulty processing this whole thing. He felt like it was a dream come true, until viewing it in a different direction. The adolescent was both happy and stressed on the outcomes. One being a higher chance of getting closer to Max. And the other being found out about the secret plans. The young man didn't understand why it was a big deal to him if Nathan did find out. But after looking back at how their connection grew, he felt it would break in an instant and their issue will become even worse if anything leaked out.
Warren covered his face, sighing deeply, thinking of a way to be there to keep things under wraps, but also not lead to suspicions. He peeked over at the other teen who looked like he was a little... embarrassed? Warren looked over at Nathan, seeing his face lightly crimson for some reason. He looked embarrassed, yet mainly flustered. The adolescent didn't understand the sudden change of emotions again, but as he stared, a small smile ran across his face and warmth suddenly spread through his whole body.
Cute... He thought to himself.
"Did you just call me cute?" Nathan turned his head, his expression turning into a glare.
"What the...?" Warren was lost, trying to think of the meaning of this, "Um... if you don't mind this sudden request, can you... can you think?" Warren said without phrasing it in a better way.
"Of course I can fucking think! What the hell makes you think I can't?" Nathan took offense to that.
"N-No, no, no, no!" Warren laughed awkwardly, "I-I meant can you think of something for me? I... I want to test something out."
What a fucking stupid question... Nathan rolled his eyes.
Warren let out a wary laugh, "I... dear God... What the fucking hell is going on?!" Warren growled, close to losing it.
"What the hell is your problem?" Nathan asked, surprised to see himself lose it.
This is! This is my problem! Warren thought, looking over at Nathan frantically.
What the fucking hell?! Nathan thought back, What the fuck is going on Graham?!
I'm just as fucking lost as you are, Prescott! Warren looked at him, shocked, God, why is this happening? How the hell can I...? What the fuck is going on?! A maddened scream escaped his lips, trying to keep himself under control, yet lost it even more. "How the hell can we think things privately now?!" He yelled out.
"Don't fucking ask me, dumb ass! You're the one with the brain! You fucking tell me!" Nathan growled, "What the hell do we do now?!"
Warren groaned, "So much for keeping things a secret now..." He massaged his temples, trying to calm himself down to think this over rationally.
"What are you hiding, Graham? Hm?" Nathan glared over at him, giving him a look as if he was about to deck him, no longer caring he'd be hitting himself.
"I'd like to ask you the same question, Prescott." Warren stared daggers at him.
At that point, the teens felt that this roller coaster that they instantly wanted to get off just started. They were completely lost and felt they were losing it more and more as the day progressed. Warren gripped his head, while Nathan turned into a ball, both of them trying to find a way to ease themselves, but failed as they struggled to process this whole situation out even further.