Chapter 3 (Nathan's POV)

It started out when I opened my locker to throw my lunch into it. As soon as the door opened, the stench slowly crept into the air.

"Oh my gosh! What in the world?" I waved my hand back and forth. Confused, I decided to see what could be in my locker.

My jacket? No. Old homework? Nope. I searched around through the pile of junk I've had for months.

"Ah gross! How did this get here?" I mumbled under my breath. There were somehow a crapload of moldy croutons stashed at the bottom of my locker!

How the hell? I slammed shut the nasty smelling locker. I was going to murder whoever did that. I knew for a fact it wasn't me though. I'm not stupid enough to forget a salad in my locker!

I turned around, only to see Sam snickering. Of course. What an idiot.

"Sam, you're so stupid," I said, shaking my head in disapproval. He put a hand to his mouth and giggled at me. How cute.

"Teehee, whoops!" He responded sarcastically.

What's his problem? It was hard for me to be mad at him, so I just laughed it off. I made him help clean it up though. Next time, he was gonna get it.

"So did you like your surprise, Nathan?" Sam asked, making his ridiculous, signature face.

"NO! That smell was worse than that time you shat your pants when you saw me!"

"Hey, you did it too. Don't deny it."

I blushed, remembering that moment.

************************** FLASHBACK ****************************

It was the night of the dance. I had a date, so my mom went out and bought a tux for me.

"Awwww, you look so handsome, Nathan! Don't forget to take pictures, okay?" My mom squealed, tying my tie for me. Yeah, I know. I'm a guy who can't tie a tie. Lame, right?

"Alright, Mom. Just let me go now, okay?"

She sighed. "Of course. Have fun! Show off your moves to your date!" My mom chuckled, finally letting me leave the house. I hugged her, then left.

Once I arrived at the dance, the first person who caught my eye was Sam. Apparently, he was wearing a tuxedo as well.

I couldn't get my eyes off of him; they seemed to be attracted to him like magnets! The way he was standing by the table, holding his punch made me wish my lips were the punch that touched his lips. He was so sexy and attractive, and the tux made him look a billion times hotter. Of course, that really creeped me out last year when it happened because I didn't know I was insanely bi.

He made eye contact with me, and for a second, both of us were intensely staring at each other. His eyes made me feel like I was melting... I really didn't know what was with me.

"Ew, dude what the crap is that smell?!" Sam broke the tension between us, approaching me.

I snapped out of my trance. What the heck? My underwear felt warm and...liquidy? Did I literally melt from Sam's stare or what?

"Oh my god. NATHAN YOU IDIOT. YOU JUST SHIT IN YOUR PANTS. OH GOD, THE SMELL IS AS STRONG AS HELL."

Oh, heck no. I did NOT just embarrass myself this badly in front of everyone.

"Shit," I muttered, before sprinting to the bathroom. This is not how I wanted to get attention here. And oh f*ck- my date!

"Yeah, you got that right. SHIT cannot be any more suitable right now, you idiot." Sam said.

My date eyed me and I was about to scream. I turned around and sprinted to the bathroom, thankful that the dim light didn't give away the possible brown contrasting my black pants. Unfortunately, everyone kept eyeing me while making a disturbed face.

I wasn't sure if it was because they actually noticed that I shat my pants or that they thought I had emitted the sickest fart in existence.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, I grabbed a handful of toilet paper and soaked it in water and soap. I scrubbed my boxers furiously, rushing to get back onto the dance floor.

I suddenly heard Sam's snickering enter the room.

"Nathan, oh my god! What's your problem?!" I listened to Sam's loud laughter embarrass me, as I rolled my eyes.

"You know what Sam, shut up," I said firmly through the stall. It was bad enough that I humiliated myself in front of him, let alone him making fun of me for it and reminding me.

"How did that even happen?" Sam shrieked, bursting into laughter once again.

"I don't know. Just get out of here, okay?"

Sam's laughter instantly stopped. "Um actually, I shat my pants, too. I need to somehow remove the stench before anyone figures out that wasn't only you."

He seemed not to care as much. I mean, he took like 2 showers a week. He also thought drooling was like, a natural part of life for him. It was hard to gross him out. And he had no date anyways. I wonder why we shat though?

He turned around and picked up some more fruit punch. What he barely had of a butt was slightly covered in something darker looking from what I could see.

After sipping the cup, he chucked his cup in the trash can and rapidly went towards the bathroom. I came along with him to avoid my date.

"This is so weird...maybe we should just leave." I said.

"Yeah, let's. I hate this crap music anyway," Sam replied.

I called my mom and told her that "My date didn't show up and me and Sam wanted to hang out". It was completely bs, but it was better than explaining what had happened.

We went to my house and watched stuff like Hellbenders for the rest of the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ FLASHBACK OVER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Whatever, Sam. I still hate the smell of moldy croutons," I said irritably.

"No, don't be like that! It was just a joke," He said, noticing I was still pretty upset. "Well, at least that was all to my surprise!" Sam added, relieving me. I guess I'll get over it.

On my way to class, I bumped into Jenna, kind of hesitant to talk to her.

"Hey!" She smiled, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Hey," I said, obviously not returning her cheerfulness. I don't know what was with me. I felt this weird urge to tell her I loved Sam and not her.

"Something wrong?" Jenna questioned, noticing my lack of emotion.

"Um, yeah. Look... I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore," I said carefully, praying she wouldn't start crying.

"What, why?" Her voice cracked, as she was accepting this.

"I just don't," I muttered, wishing this would be over with already.

"Is it because of...Sam?" She suddenly said, surprising me. How did she know I was bi.

"Er … er..." I started working up a sweat.

"It's kinda obvious by the the way look at him and act around him. You're like obsessed with him, and even if you weren't bi, I'd still have to dump you anyway because of all the time you're spending with him."

I didn't know what to say, but even my hands were sweating to this point. I stared poker faced and turned red, from embarrassment and unexplainable anger at myself and all of this.

"Plus, you shat your pants at the dance! Don't act like I didn't see that, I clearly saw the look in your face. Nasty," She said, creeped out.

"Well, I guess since I'm so gross you wouldn't want me anymore anyways," I sighed.

She didn't say anything. Just looked at me.

Then, she walked away and so did I, confusedly.

Did this really all just happen? I hung my forehead, letting the information sink in.

It just did.