A/N - SECOND PART! Woo. Haven't wrote up the third yet but I will work on it soon, always up for ideas! And thoughts! Reviews are great, like I said, good or bad. Currently I'm thinking of setting it up as.. Both - OC - Nathan - Both, for how the chapters will go. But I might go back to just doing it how the first chapter was. - I do plan for the next chapter to be Nathan-focused, however. Enjoy!
I jumped up with a gasp, driven to consciousness from.. I don't know what, actually. I was dreaming, but it is.. blurred. " Fuuuck.. " I groaned out unintentionally, raising a hand to rub my head. God, it hurts.. And.. it's wrapped in bandages? I think that is what that is.. my sight is still hazy, but I can make out the room. - White, kinda bright.. I think I am sitting on a bed, it feels like a bed, and.. There is someone there, walking towards me. She is in a white coat, with some.. pink undershirt on. Wait, I know her. She is the.. uh..
" There you are, I was wondering when you would wake up. " The woman spoke, flashing me a smile. The nurse, she's the nurse. ..I must have collapsed. But why? What the he-.. I can feel myself pale at the thought, thinking back to what had led up to me in this bed. A fight with Nathan, the gun.. The wall. Fuck, what the hell did I get myself into? ..I hope everything is okay, I thought, before realizing I had blanked out in front of the concerned nurse.
I flashed her a reassuring smile, still rubbing my head. " Oh, uh.. Yeah. " I said nervously, trying to laugh it off, even though my head was throbbing from the slightest sound. He could have been gentler.. - " Feeling alright? You took quite the fall. Your friend, uh.. Miss Caulfield filled us in on what happened. Nathan can be.. " She trailed off, frowning.
" Us? " I ask without thinking on it too much, only to hear her speak of Principal Wells. Of course he is involved, if that Caulfield girl told them everything.. " Uh- Is.. Is Nathan alright? " I ask with a slight stutter. I don't know why I'm asking, but.. I feel the need to. She seems to have the exact same thought as well, giving me a.. almost concerning look, for being concerned! How concerning. " Uh.. Yes, I believe so. As well as Nathan can be. - He isn't the one bedridden, at the moment. " She states, and I give her a nod, as well as another weak laugh.
She proceeds to give me a bit of a check-up, now that I am awake, explaining that Wells will want to speak with me if I check out, but I should probably stay in bed for now. Just in case. Honestly, being able to skip a few classes and stay in bed, even with this throbbing headache, sounds perfectly fine to me. So I agree. She finishes up, hands me some water and tells me she will be back with Wells soon enough, leaving me to further consider what the hell I got myself into today. I should have just stuck to being a stalk-.. Not a stalker. Definitely not. Bad, Kathlin.
Just as she said, soon enough she returns with Wells, who takes a seat next to my bed with a very.. artificial look of concern. " Good evening, Miss Greyson. I'm sorry we have to meet like this, an incident like this should never happen in Blackwell. I apologize for that. " He states, getting the multiple apologies out of the bag right off. I just shake my head. " It's uh.. It is fine. I'm feeling better already. " I say with a reassuring, and slightly forced, smile. He nods in agreement, and continues.
" Well, lets get down to business then so that you can continue your fast recovery. Miss Caulfield has already explained the situation to me, for the most part, and I was wondering what your side of the story was. " He says as more of a statement than a question. I just nod, thinking before speaking. I shouldn't defend Nathan. He pulled a gun on me, almost shot me.. And that girl. I mean, he didn't, but.. What if he had? What if someone had gotten hurt more than this? But..
" Nathan and I got into.. a bit of an argument, I guess. " I say with a weak roll of my shoulders, my gaze down casting. " It became heated.. Yo- you know how he can get. He didn't mean to, though. It was an accident, hurting me, that is. " I say, almost believing it myself. Almost. Both Wells and the nurse seems shocked at this, but Wells is quick to hide it. " ..I see. Well, Miss Caulfield had a.. different tale on the matter. She spoke of a gun, actually. " He states hesitantly, and of course I become noticeably pale again at the thought. Why did he have to have a gun..
" Uh, g- gun? " I ask in a shaky voice, returning my gaze to Wells as best I could. " I don't remember a gun.. I mean, we argued and he shoved me, but.. he didn't have a gun. It would be a lot worse if he did, I think.. " I say slowly, trying to sound truthful. ..But, honestly, I doubt it matters. I know the hold the Prescotts have. Having someone backing what was hopefully Nathan's side of the story was probably great, in Wells' eyes. He just gave me another nod, humming in thought. " I see, Miss Greyson. So you are saying what Miss Caulfield said was a lie, yes? "
Fuck, no.. It wasn't. Damn it. " I- I mean, it was.. It all happened really quickly, ya' know? She might have saw something that she thought was a gun. She looked like the uh.. anxious type, and all. " I say with a nod. " I wouldn't say she was lying, just.. You know, saw something wrong. " He didn't seem to like that answer much, but nodded anyway. " Alright. Well, I will look into this more while you recover. I'll leave you alone for now, but once you can return to your classes, I would like for you to come see me in my office. Alright? " He states, and I just nod, wanting him to go away before I change my mind about protecting Nathan. He needs it, people protecting him.. I can see it.
He just nods again, slowly pushing himself up. " Rest well, Miss Greyson. " He said before turning to walk out, leaving me with the nurse. She didn't have much to say on the matter, simply flashing me a smile before retrieving my cup of water to refill it. I guess I have the rest of the day off now.. Should be exciting, right? ..In bed. I noticeably sigh, laying back on the surprisingly comfortable pillow. I'll just rest for a while.
I can feel it. A pressure on top of me, like.. something is sitting over me. I can't move, I can't.. Wait. My eyes shoot open, wide and doe-like when I spot Nathan sitting atop me, legs straddled at my sides, my wrists forcibly pinned at either side of my head. " Na- Nathan.. " I stutter in shock, staring up at him. He looks so.. lost. So confused. So.. angry, but the anger is just a shell. A wall that needs to be crumbled. " Why..? " He asks me, his voice soft. I just stare up, unsure of how to answer. " Why do you care? " He asks, a hint of frustration showing through his tone. " Nobody knows me! Not you, not anybody! Nobody! " He shouts, his voice suddenly filled with anger as his head flies down towards mine, my body pinned and unable to stop it.
And then I wake up, gasping and almost jumping out of my bed. Fu- fuck. What was that? I was.. dreaming, I think. I hope. I just shook my head, hazily looking around the darkened room. Aren't they supposed to keep you awake after a head injury..? Wait, where the hell is the nurse anywa-.. - I spot him. He is just standing there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and staring me down. I guess I shocked him by my little freak out, my dream about -him- specifically. ..I wonder if I said anything. I sure as hell hope not.
" You. " He states, coldly, pushing off of the wall and walking my way. " Couldn't keep your stalker mouth shut, huh? Rattling off to Wells and whoever-the-fuck else? Don't think you can ju- " I cut him off.
" I- I didn't tell them anything, Nathan. I.. I mean, I told them we fought, that we.. argued, but I didn't tell them anything else. ..Not about the gun. " I say, my voice loud at first to get his attention, but it died almost completely out by the last sentence. I was whispering, worried. " You obviously have enough on your plate right now, Nathan.. I didn't want to add to it. " I add, after a short pause. And I get that look again, through the anger, the look of worry and the shock of genuine care. ..Why is it so foreign to him? And then, like always, it is gone.
" Hah, whatever. I'm tired of your fucking pity! You think you're better than me, right? Because you can pity me like that. I don't fucking need the pity! I don't need any of this.. shit! Mind your own fucking business, alr- " I cut him off again. Fuck, I'm asking for it aren't I?
" Nathan! I don't pity you! I.. I'm worried about you! What is so wrong with someone being worried about.. About someone they care for? " I ask, the words slipping past my lips without rational thought behind them. I'm trying to protect a man who almost shot me.. Why? I.. I do care for him. I wouldn't be sta-.. Following him, if I didn't. Trying to figure out how to help him. But why do I?.. It is.. really unhealthy. At least I can admit that, right? ..Right?
He just.. stares. His expression twitches, his hands loosening before balling into fists once more. He looked to be lost in his thoughts, unsure of how to respond. He has such an intense expression.. Such a strong mask. I wish I knew what he was thinking. I wish he.. " ..Just.. Fucking stay out of my business, you got that? I don't need your nosy ass causing me more trouble. Fucking stalker. " He growled, but his voice had lost the previous anger that it had. He wasn't even glaring anymore, not like before. He shook his head one last time, huffed, and headed for the exit with stomping feet, shoving the door open and slamming it on his way out.
I take a slow breath, easing myself back into the bed as I stare forward at nothing in particular. ..Really, what the hell have I gotten myself into?