What a loser…

Nathan sighed. He clicked a few things on his computer before turning to his bed, the playlist he started beginning as he sat down.

Warren could have sworn it was in his closet, but after nearly clearing out the contents of the small space; one glance over to his desk had him nearly smacking himself. He stood from the floor and saw the small box just sitting on top of his laptop, a sticky note stuck to the top.

'Thanks for letting me borrow this, Warren. It means a lot. ( ^ . ^ ) – Max'

Warren face palmed, sighing at his stupidity. How could he forget that he lent it to Max?

All of this… just for Nathan… Warren thought as he examined the mess he made. He shook his head at himself, it was worth it. He looked over his mess again before closing his door behind him and heading back to Nathan's room with the stupid thing in his hand.

Nathan was leaned back against his headboard when Warren had finally returned. A projector that hung from the ceiling was playing the music video of what looked like Karma Police by Radiohead. The set up was really impressive, but what more would you expect from the richest kid in school? "Damn… Is that a BenQ W1070?"

Nathan only nodded his head, eyes staring at the wall that hosted the projection with little to no interest. "I-I've always wanted to get one of those for my room back home… But I could never save up the money." Warren laughed nervously, hand finding its way to the back of his neck. Nathan didn't answer, like the words Warren just spoke didn't even reach his ears.

Warren suddenly felt even more nervous. Nathan was really going to let him do this? What if he said something to piss the other off? After seeing the state of his body, Warren wouldn't have the nerve to fight back if Nathan suddenly decided to get physical.

Warren closed the door behind him and cautiously walked towards the other. He sat down on opposite side of the bed next to Nathan; the soft music that filled the space starting to relax his nerves. He put the kit in between them, opening it and pulling out an alcohol wipe.

He held it out to the boy next to him and Nathan had caught sight of how busted Warren's knuckles were. Nathan looked up at the other boy and Warren tried his best to give him a small smile. Nathan scoffed, snatching the wipe from Warren's hands and ripping open the package. He brought it to his face, hissing wen the alcohol from the wipe came in contact the cut on his nose. He looked over to Warren to find the other watching him like a hawk.

Why the fuck does he care so much? It's like he's my fucking mom, watching me like that… What does he want from me? Does he really feel bad? No, he definitely wants something...

Nathan narrowed his eyes at the other as he moved from the cut on his nose to the one on his cheek, hissing once again at the sting.

"Uh… You should use a new one." Warren spoke up, holding out another wipe. Nathan took it, avoiding all eye contact with the other. He threw the used wipe onto his bed and Warren carefully picked it up, folding it back up and shoving it into the package that it came from.

What would he want from me? Drugs? Booze? Money? Of course, that has to be it. That or he wants to fuck me or something… No, he has a thing for that Max bitch. But… that's actually not a bad reason either. Ever since he's been here he's been eyeing me like a piece of fucking meat… So the fucker can make me look like a little bitch then have the nerve to come back here and try and get me to screw him? No… that can't be why… FUCK. I don't know!

Nathan clenched jaw in frustration, rubbing at the cut roughly. Warren watched with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Hey… ah… Do you want me to—?

"I can do it myself!" Nathan suddenly snapped, glaring at Warren. Warren could only hold up his hands in defense, watching as the other roughly wiped at his wound.

"I'm just saying if you aren't a little more careful you're going to…"

"Shit." Nathan cursed under his breath when he pulled the wipe from his face and saw more blood.

"… Re-open your cuts. It hasn't been long; your cuts aren't healed enough."

Nathan tried to wipe away the stream of fresh blood from his face with the bloody wipe but he only succeeded in smearing it all over. "Uh… Nathan… You're kinda… making it worse." Warren tried to inform the other lightly so he wouldn't get upset, but that only succeeded in pissing him off more.

"Fuck this!" Nathan fumed, throwing the wipe on the floor and crossing his arms. "Just fucking leave, I'm fine." His pent up anger caused the leg that was off the bed to bounce up and down.

"Well, is it okay if I…? I mean it's my fault this even happened…" Warren asked carefully, not wanting to upset the other boy any further.

Nathan turned his head and glared at him, trying to figure out the boy anyway that he could. Warren would be lying if he said it didn't make him want to run away, but that's what Nathan wanted. No matter what he couldn't bring himself to run. He needed to be sure Nathan would be okay after he left. After seeing all that he's done… helping him clean his wounds was the least he could do.

Nathan could feel the blood start to slide down his face, distracting him from his intimidating stare. Warren noticed it too; his eyes followed the bead of blood down Nathan's cheek. It hung on Nathan's jaw and threatened to fall like a raindrop on the edge of an umbrella.

Before Warren knew what he was doing he reached out and ran his finger gingerly along Nathan's jaw, gathering the blood. Nathan was shocked for a second, but the shock quickly turned into anger. He grabbed Warren's wrist roughly, the blood still on the other's finger. Warren gasped, eyes growing wide. "What the FUCK do you think you're doing?" Nathan snarled.

"U-Ugh I-I it was going to fall on your jacket s-so I… I j-just" Warren struggled to find words, his eyes darting between Nathan's eyes and his grip on his wrist.

I knew it.

Nathan pulled Warren by his wrist, causing him to lunge forward and smash their lips together. Neither of them closed their eyes, Nathan glaring into Warren's surprised ones. When Warren finally realized the full extent of what was happening he tried to pull away, but Nathan grabbed the back of his head with his free hand to keep him there. Nathan used the new position to his advantage as he pulled his hair roughly, causing Warren to gasp into his mouth. He took the opportunity and slid his tongue into his mouth, causing the other to jerk away harder. Warren finally got free of Nathan's grasp and scrambled off of his bed, panting for breath.

"W-What the fuck, Nathan!?" Warren asked, bringing his arm up to wipe Nathan's saliva off of his lips.

"This is what you want isn't it? That's why you've been staring at me! I'm not fucking stupid, Graham. There's no other reason for you to be here!" Nathan shouted.

"What?! N-No! I just wanted to make sure you were okay! When I came here and saw you so upset I wanted to help! I don't want… that!" Warren tried his best to explain, but Nathan wasn't buying it.

Nathan stood from his bed, going around it pushing Warren backwards with a shove to his chest. Warren tried his best not to fall and stumbled back. His back slammed into the wall next to the door, the force causing the projector to shake. "W-What are you doing!?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you think I'm that fucking weak? Hmmm? I can take care of myself! I don't need some fucking faggot to come in here and try and baby me. You don't really care. You're just looking to get something out of it, aren't you?!" Nathan slammed his fist into the wall next to Warren's head. Warren jumped; he was starting to get scared. This is exactly what he didn't want.

Nathan was glaring at him, his breaths coming out fast and angry. His body was roaring with painful protests but he ignored them, his anger taking over his entire being. They stayed like that for a while, Warren cautiously watching as Nathan glared at him, his chest visibly rising and falling.

Why isn't he scared of me? This fucking asshole. Why? So he beats my ass then it's suddenly okay for him to come in here and try to be all caring... Hell, who am I kidding, I deserved it. I deserved it. I… deserved to be beat like a loser… I deserved it…

It was when Warren noticed the water gathering in the corner of Nathan's eye he realized wasn't in any real danger. The tears fell freely from Nathan's eyes as he tried his hardest to keep up his tough demeanor.

"Nathan…" Warren tried softly, his eyes softening.

"Shut the fuck up!" Nathan shouted, slamming his fist into the wall again. Tears streamed down the other's face, mixing with blood. Warren could feel his heart starting to ache at the sight.

"Stop fucking looking at me like that!" Nathan couldn't hold it in anymore, his unwanted sobs started to spill from his lips. His hand dropped with his head as he wept. "Please… j-just get the fuck out of here…"

Warren didn't know what to do. He couldn't just leave him like this. He did the only thing he knew how to do. He closed the distance in between them and wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders in a tight embrace.

"G-Get the fuck off of me!" Nathan shouted as he tried to free himself of Warren's grip. Warren only tightened his arms around the other, refusing to let him go.

"I said get off!" Nathan continued to shout as he struggled against the other.

The warmth from Warren's body made him feel strange. It made him feel… safe in a way. He hadn't felt like this in a long time…

When Warren started rubbing circles into his back he couldn't hold it in anymore and sobbed into his shoulder, bringing his hands up hesitantly to grip at the other's shirt.

"Shhh… It's okay." Warren hushed the other as he cried. He could feel how bad Nathan was shaking against him and he hugged him tighter.

"O-Ow, fuck." Nathan gasped at Warren's tight grip. Warren immediately let go, forgetting all about the other's bruised body.

"I'm sorry! I forgot..." Warren apologized.

"It's fine…"