A/N - THIRD CHAPTER! ..Sorry for how long this took, I've had it written out for almost a week now, but I hurt my neck pretty badly and haven't felt like editing it. It's better now, of course, I just pulled something. I hope you enjoy! The next chapter will likely go back to the Nathan and OC perspectives, instead of just one and then the other, mainly because writing for Nathan is more difficult than writing for the OC, since I did not create Nathan. Still, I hope I do him justice! Feedback, reviews, etc, all greatly welcomed!

Nathan stomped into the hallway, hearing the door slam behind him. " ..Stalker bitch. " He grumbled, frowning to himself. She cared about him? ..No, of course not. She is a liar. - Like everyone is. He's a Prescott. He is used to shit like this.. People pretending to be on his side to get something out of him. Out of his family. Like that blue-haired punk. She just wanted money. He knew she just wanted money. - She got what was coming to her. ..She deserved that. She fucking did, and now she was trying to blackmail him with it. Fuck her. Fuck everyone.

He growled to himself, shaking his head as he turned to head down the hallway. " What could she want from me? Money? Free drugs? One or the other. - It is always one or the other. Maybe she just wanted information. So- something to blackmail me with. She has been following me around, at a distance, since that party after all.. Nosy bitch. She is going to get herself.. "

He shook his head again, realizing that he is just quietly ranting to himself as he moved through the building. " What could she want from me?.. " He asked himself, turning to his thoughts. It was easy enough to get her file from Wells, after all. Her name is Kathlin Vanessa Greyson. Fancy name for a nobody. She got into this school on a whim, her grades just barely high enough for her to gain entry. She majors in art and design.. Supposedly a decent artist, and an off and on writer. Not that any of her work has made it that far.

Still, she has made it through some pretty shitty times. According to the information, she lost her parents a few years back to some accident. She survived, got dropped at some out-of-town orphanage or some shit. Details don't matter much. From the looks of it she used the cash she got from her parents to help with getting into this school. Piece of shit school to put so much effort into.. Then again, his family name was on it. It's a piece of shit school, but his family owns it. Like the rest of the town. Just like with that punk-bitch, he isn't going to let her blackmail him. She is fooling nobody. She doesn't care.

He had been lost in his thoughts and on auto-pilot all the way to the dorms, glancing up to see his own dorm room door in front of him. He shook his head, stepping forward to quickly unlock it and slip inside, slamming it behind him. He looked around the darkened room, still jumpy after the earlier confrontation. His hands tensed into fists, and with an angry huff he stepped past his bed to retrieve a small bottle of pills from his desk, along with his whiskey bottle. He poured a couple of the pills from the bottle after removing the cap, tossing them into his mouth before downing a gulp of the alcohol straight from the bottle along with them, letting out a long sigh as the burn ran down his throat. He recapped the bottle and placed the whiskey back onto the desk with it, turning to face his bed.

Rest.. That is what he needs. Some fucking rest after this shitty day. He still had classes, but it isn't like they could do shit about him skipping. He kicked off his shoes, then reached for the gun tucked away against his belt. He tossed it aside before realizing he had just threw a loaded gun onto the floor, his body reacting by jumping back as it smacked against the surface. ..It didn't go off. Thank fucking Christ, he didn't need that shit.

With a grumble he slid off his red jacket and climbed onto his bed, reaching for a small remote and using it to turn his roof-mounted projector onto a silent movie before tossing the remote aside. He then reached for his headset, tapping the small player it was plugged into on before sliding the headset onto his head, over his ears. The soothing calls of whales began to fill his ears, bringing a sensation of calmness to his otherwise restless mind. He laid back in his bed, staring up at the projector itself instead of the movie playing. ..Fucking Kathlin. This was his last thought before allowing himself to drift off to the gentle whale calls filling his ears, his mind.

His eyes fluttered open, and he was.. staring down at someone? Not just anyone. - Kathlin Greyson. He had her pinned beneath him, his body sat on top of hers. She just stared up at him with those wide, brown eyes.. No, amber. ..Hazel? He shook his head, it didn't matter. Those unique, strangely attracting eyes. " ..Why? " She whispers, and he blinks. " ..Why what? " He asks in return after a moment of silence, his grip tightening around her wrists. " ..Why are you thinking about me? " She asked, her voice barely catching his ears. " ..I.. " He stuttered, blinking again. " I don't know. " He states slowly, staring down at her for a moment longer before leaning in, his head only inches away from her own when everything went black.

He fell with a gasp, flipping out of his own bed and tugging his small player down with him, the wire connecting his headset to it causing it to smash right into the side of his head, leaving him on the ground with a pain-filled groan. " Fuck! " He shouted, ripping his headset off and tossing it across the room in a small fit of rage. He pushes himself up into a sitting position, rubbing the injured side of his head with one hand and propping himself up with the other while he looked around to figure out what the hell had happened. He was a restless sleeper, but never had he tossed himself out of his own bed before.. A first time for everything, he thought.

With the recent dream being forced into the back of his mind, he looked to his clock. ..It is late. Dark late, the curfew should be setting in soon. He had slept quite a few hours, likely because of his medication. He grumbled to himself, slowly climbing to his feet. If he wasn't going to be sleeping much tonight, he might as well go out, he thought to himself as he moved to slide his shoes on, and soon after retrieve his jacket.

With a light shove he pushed his abused door open, slamming it behind him before turning to lock it. " Never know when bitchfield or the stalker are around.. Don't need them digging through my shit. " He growled to himself, turning to head for the exit with a quiet, annoyed yawn.

He stepped outside of the dorms, following along the path leading to the main yard of the school itself, his hands drifting into his jacket pockets as the cool night air caught up with him. The sun was setting, and everything was getting darker by the minute. Of course, he didn't have much of an issue when it came to the curfew. Nobody could force him in at night at this school. He had free roam privileges. And rightfully so, his family owned this shithole. Most people were already inside, preparing for the night. All except one lone straggler, sitting against the bench and smoking. ..With very familiar red hair. Of course she would be here.

She looked a lot more casual now. The formal clothes were most likely for image purposes. She still had the same shit on, but it was much looser and more comfortable-looking than before. Those good grades that got her into this school were beginning to go on the decline, from what her file showed. Keeping up an image to the teachers was probably important right now. Still, she looked.. Nice like this. Her red hair was splayed out across her back, and on closer inspection it wasn't a cigarette she was smoking, but a joint. She didn't seem the type, maybe he was right about the drugs. " I told myself I wouldn't smoke this shit anymore.. This school is giving me bad habits. " She grumbled to herself, voicing her thoughts without the realization that she was being watched.

He stepped up behind her, laughing quietly. " Shouldn't you be in your dorm? Little late for a smoke break. " He stated, smirking as she jumped and almost barreled into the nearby tree. " F- Fuck! Nathan! " She stuttered, turning to face him with those wide eyes that were beginning to grow on him. ..No, she was trying to use him. He can't let that happen. He just shook his head as she quickly tucked the joint behind her, trying poorly to hide it. " Wha- What are you doing around here? Shouldn't you be in your dorm too? " She asked quickly, trying to change the subject from herself.

" No. " He stated simply. " I do whatever the fuck I want around here. You, however.. " He started, his voice growing more agitated. " Do not get that privilege. Weren't you fucking bedridden today? " He asked, tilting his head. She blinked, turning her head to look away from him. " Uh.. Well. They said I could sleep in my own room tonight, since everything was alright. I just.. needed to relax after today, ya' know? " She murmured, returning her gaze to him after a moment, a look of worry gracing her expression.

He would have continued, but she was right. Today was a fucking shit day, for both of them. He just shook his head. " Yeah well, maybe if you weren't stalking me so fucking much this never would have happened. " He huffed out, and her gaze drifted downwards before she spoke up with a shaky voice. " I.. I wasn't stalking you, Nathan! I was.. curious. Is all. " She murmured the last part, probably not believing it herself.

He scoffed. " Yeah-fucking-right. You've been following me since that party! You should stay the hell out of my business before you get yourself into deeper shit. You got that? " He stepped towards her, his stance aggressive along with his tone. She noticeably backpedaled, lightly nodding. " I-.. I'm sorry Nathan. Like I said, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. You still haven't to-.. " He cut her off, growling. " And you're not going to get a fucking answer! Leave shit alone. Leave -me- alone. You got that? I'm tired of people trying to use me. Trying to control me! " He ranted, stepping closer as she followed his steps, moving backwards. She was suddenly up against the tree, and Nathan was in her face.

" Nathan! I actually do care, alright? I don't want anything from you. Why can't you trust that? Why can't you trust -me-? " She asked with a shaky, nervous voice. She was scared, yet.. still saying these things to him. And he.. wanted to hate it. He wanted to call her out on her bullshit, but once again he was left without words. He just stared, his face now inches from her own after his advances. His mind was pulled back to his dream from earlier, causing him to suddenly backpedal a few steps. " Fucking.. " He growled, looking away. " Get lost. Before I get you expelled, stalker-shit. " He stated coldly, his gaze rising to meet her own. He wanted to sound aggressive, to sound threatening, but his tone was.. defeated, at best.

Still, even after this threat she gave him a real, genuine smile. A reassuring smile. " Just.. don't do anything stupid, alright? You almost shot someone today. You almost shot -me- today. " She added, her voice staying quiet. He scoffed, quick to speak up. " I don't need to hear this shit from you, alright? Now get lost! " He growled in returned, his anger beginning to show again. He could control himself. - He knew exactly what he was doing. Still, hearing her sigh after this almost made him.. upset? He wasn't sure, but he had made her unhappy. It bothered him, but he didn't have much time to say anything as she stepped towards him, sliding her hand from behind her back to offer him the lit joint. " It's uh.. some kind of pot-etiquette to share this stuff, right? I'm heading in, and you probably need this more than I do, so.. " She shyly turned her head to the side, keeping the joint held out.

He almost laughed, shaking his head, his aggressiveness fading along with his angry resolve. " ..Whatever. " He stated, doing his best to hide the thin smile that began to show as he extended a hand to take the proffered joint, their fingers brushing passed one another in the simple gesture. Her fingers noticeably twitched at this, and with the joint now in his hand she pulled her own back, tucking it away behind her. " So uh.. night, Nathan. " She murmured, quickly turning to speed-walk off before he had the chance to say more.

He stepped forward, almost ready to follow before realizing what he was doing. ..Fuck her. Fuck this, damn it. He grumbled to himself, shaking his head as he turned to push his forehead into the tree she had just been cornered into, losing himself in his thoughts once more. He rolled the joint between his fingers for a moment, his gaze drifting towards it, watching it slowly burn between his fingers. He raised it up hesitantly, taking in a slow drag.

What the fuck is he getting himself into?