A/N-I DO NOT OWN THE NAKED BROTHERS BAND!

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Nat's POV

"And Mr. Wolff, can you tell us what you think? You've been awfully quiet for most of the lesson."

"Um," I glanced down at my notebook where I'd been writing throughout the entire class. "Can you repeat the question?"

"And why should I repeat the question?" my History teacher asked. "You've been taking notes this whole time haven't you?"

I remained silent. I hadn't been paying attention. I haven't exactly been thinking straight lately. Between Rosalina, Alex, and my dad, I didn't really have school as my main priority.

"Ah, so the great Nat Wolff can't sweet-talk his way out of this one can he?"

And then I remembered why I started writing to ignore this class in the first place. I hated my History teacher. He was the reason my temper was so short, he was the reason I was stressed half the time. (The other half was because of my dad.) I clenched my hand into fists and tried to keep calm. "If you could just repeat the question, I could answer."

"But I shouldn't have to repeat the question." He stepped closer to me. "You see Mr. Wolff, if you'd just start paying attention, perhaps you'd learn not only about the lesson but that you need to get your priorities straight."

What happened next doesn't exactly need to be explained, but it did result in the teacher shouting, "To Principal Schmoke's office now!" and then me having to persuade Principal Schmoke and all the office aids not to call my father. So then I sat in the office, squashed into one of the stupid, old-fashioned – and did I mention small desks. I'd taken to glaring at the wall, wishing I could move or talk or scream, something! I was angry, and when I'm angry I have to get it out some way. I mean yeah, I took out some of my anger on my teacher, but that wasn't enough. And just when I thought I was practically about to explode, I heard the office door thud close, and a familiar voice began talking to one of the office aids:

"Mrs. Johnson, can I borrow Nat for a second?"

I looked up to see Rosalina, standing in front of one of the aids' desks.

"And why would you want to borrow a boy like Mr. Wolff?" Mrs. Johnson asked, glancing at me and looking back up at Rosalina.

"I need him to move something heavy, and all of the other boys went home already."

Had it been that long? Had I really been in here all day? Oh my God, Alex! Was he okay? He must be scared out of his mind. Who picked him up? Did anybody pick him up?

Mrs. Johnson sighed. "Alright fine, but don't bring him back."

"Whatever." Rosalina shrugged carelessly and turned to face me. "C'mon Wolff," Her voice sounded like it did when she could care less about me, but her eyes told me something else.

I slowly got up out of the desk, and trudged out of the office after her, even though I was more than happy to leave. Once we were out of the office, I didn't even get the chance to open my mouth when Rosalina spoke up again:

"What did you do?"

"I was in History and my teacher was not helping my temper and he–"

"Nat, I thought we've been through this."

"Rosalina, you weren't there! I hate that class, so I started writing and then the teacher wouldn't leave me alone! And he wouldn't repeat the stupid question–"

"Nat, it's okay, I understand. Just calm down, okay? You can explain later."

"What about Alex? Is he okay? Did someone pick him up? Please tell me my dad didn't–"

"Nat, relax, okay? Take a deep breath and calm down. I got the guys to go pick up Alex, and they walked him to my house. They're going to stay there until we get there, everything's fine," She said as we walked out of school.

"Thank you," I sighed, looking at her.

She took my hand. "Yeah, well I guess I kind of owed you from when you practically carried me everywhere, so…"

I smiled weakly at her. "You don't owe me anything."

"How's your back?" She asked suddenly.

"It's fine," I answered simply.

"Still sore?"

"A little," I shrugged. "Wait, how did you know I was in the office?"

"Qaasim told me he saw you walk here, and no one saw you walk out, so I walked in and there you were."

"Oh."

"Plus the guys told me when they walked out of school Alex was still waiting by the middle school doors so I knew something was up."

"Thank you. Seriously."

"Don't mention it."

The rest of the way we walked in silence, but when we got to Rosalina's house, we opened the door and were met with yelling:

"Stop, stop! Alex is supposed to be doing his homework! What are you guys doing?"

"We have to catch E.T!"

"David, why did you bring her?!"

"I got her, I got her! Wait…no I don't."

"Guys, quit making a mess!"

We walked further into the house and saw the guys running back and forth, chasing after E.T, who was David's little French bulldog. We stood and watched as Alex stood in the middle of the living room and called, "E.T! E.T! Come here!" E.T raced over to Alex and jumped on him, knocking him to the floor as she licked his face. "Hi E.T, I missed you too," He laughed.

"You got her!" Thomas said, as we all walked into the living room.

"Yeah, Alex you're a dog magnet," David said.

Rosalina laughed. "It looks like she really likes you, Alex."

"So Nat," Qaasim began. "Why'd you go to the principal's office?"

"Can we not talk about that?" I asked, looking at the guys.

"Why not? We want to know," Thomas said.

"Let's just say I snapped on my History teacher, okay?"

"What'd you do?" David asked.

I just shook my head. They don't need to know. "Thanks for picking up Alex guys."

Alex sat up from the floor as he gently moved E.T. "Yeah, thanks guys."

"Anytime Alex. You know we're here for you," Cooper said.

"We'll see you tomorrow, Nat," David said, leashing up E.T. and leading the way out.

"Bye Nat, bye Rosalina," Thomas and Qaasim said together.

"Bye guys. See you tomorrow. And Rosalina, keep him out of trouble," Cooper said.

Rosalina smiled. "I will Cooper."

The guys left and Alex walked into the dining room to do his homework. Rosalina turned to walk into the living room, but I took her wrist. "Wait a second."

"What is it?"

"Thanks again for…you know, saving my butt and taking care of Alex."

"Nat, I already told it's nothing."

"I know, but if I didn't have you then I probably would've had to wait until my dad picked up, and that wouldn't have ended well…"

"Hey, it's okay. It didn't happen. It won't happen. I won't let it."

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