}|{ WhItE fLaG, {:Tag: Drake:}

[(Nathan)]

Nathan sat in a booth in a secluded area. The other booths around him in this italian resturant were empty. He sat with his hands folded ontop of the table. His green eyes flicked torwards the door that he SHOULD come in. Nathan and him had to settle diffrences. He sighed, pushing the sleeves of his light blue shirt up, and ran his hands along the legs on his black jeans. He was nervous. Last time he saw Drake, they had basically made out. But that was to save Trinity. Trinity. He bit his lower lip and looked down, suddenly ashamed. He had done her wrong and he knew it. He sighed, running his hand through his hair and feeling the stubble on his face. He looked at his silver watch with the black face. 8:30. He should have been here fifteen minutes ago. "Can i get you anything?" The waitress asked, smiling as she refilled his water glass. "No thank you. Im still waiting for my...date."She had nodded and walked away. Nathan looked at his watch and then away again torwards the door. He grabbed his jacket, getting ready to leave in 5 minutes if he didnt show up. This is to settle everything. Or thats what he continued to tell himself.

[administratorღ]

He sighed roughly, pushing the doors open, and walking in, wearing casual jeans, and a nice button up black shirt. He stared over at Nathan, popping up out of nowhere his watch. He smirked lightly, and managed to walk forward, towards him, slid into the booth, and stare at him. "Sorry. Traffic." he said calmingly, trying to keep the tempo down, and his eyes focused on Nathan's green eyes. "Now talk. What is it thats bothering you." he said more forcing him to say something as he looked over at the waitress, as she gave him a glass of water, he shooed her away, as he awaited this grand "bothersome" Nathan had wanted to talk about, and why he wanted to talk to him about it.

[(Nathan)]

Nathan shrugged at his comment about traffic. He looked down when their eyes locked together. He cleared his throat and began. "Well...its about Trinity really. Why the hell did you show her photos...that werent even me?" Not really what he wanted to say. But hey, why not ask it now. "Do you really hate me?" He asked, leaning against the back of his seat and folding his arms across his chest. His face was completely straight, not showing his feelings over this guy. Its only because he was the first guy he kissed. Nothing special. And he was a jack ass. Nathan shook his head slightly, trying to erase his thoughts as he tried to concentrate on Drakes expressions.

[administratorღ]

He smirked lightly, scoffing a laugh mostly, as he leaned in, and rested one elbow on the table leaning in. "Hate? No No, I dont hate you. I envy you. For one thing, you always get what you want, and I figured, Trinity was your main priority at the time, and you know how she can be. She's very afraid of trust, and it can be broken easily after much persuasion. And whenever I was around you, I tried to be a good boy, and I guess I wanted you to suffer." he said so casually, as he looked up at the dim lighting. "But I guess you could say, I had been high on drugs. Haha, I have been trying to become a sober." he added in, winking as he finished his water, asking for more, and staring as the water cracked the ice.

[(Nathan)]

Nathan listened to the whole monologue. "Well...i dont get what i want. Because i cant begin to imagine what i really want." He stared at his glass, still full. Nathan sighed, running his hands through his hair again. "On one hand-theres Trin. The other Callie. But you dont want to hear the story." Something clicked in his head. "Why isnt always the girls from your crew?" He laughed a bit, taking a sip of his water, his eyes never leaving the table. He took a chance to look up at Drake, but almost looked down instantly. But he kept them there.

[administratorღ]

He chuckled lightly, flipping his hair back and then sighed. "Ah Callie. Yeah, I know her, or at least I've read up on her. She's apperantly the 'messed up' one. But I dont quite think so. She just had a rough past. Trinity looks like she had it easy, but oh boy. If you read her right, you'll see she's got stuff to hide from. I being one of them." he chuckled. He looked him in the eyes, and grew closer. "Nathan, Trinity has been suffering because of me. I want her to be happy, and I'm tired of letting it all out on her. She's waiting for you Nathan. Believe it or not, she's STILL waiting for you. With open arms." he said calmingly, but more seriously now as he stared him in the eyes, his eyes a bit intimidating.

[(Nathan)]

Nathan lifted his elbows onto the table, clasping his hands infront of his face as his eyes closed. "I know. I know she is. But i just cant permit myself to be with her. My anger issues..." He unfolded his hands and opened his eyes, counting on his fingers. "Not trusting me. Believeing you..." He sneered, "And i dont know...how to respond-to how much love she can give me." He shook his head, putting his head into his hand that he was just counting on. "I mean. I know why you did it. I just cant believe that she trusted you over me."

[administratorღ]

He laughed lightly. "Believe you me, it wasnt easy. It was probably one of the hardest things I had to do. Aside from being sober. That and she was partially weakened by her whole illness. But, she was a tough cookie, but if I told you lies, you wouldnt believe them at first, but if I kept pushing them onto you, showing you 'proof' at one point, your defenses crumble and she didnt just leave you for that. She left you, so I wouldnt expose it to the school and ruin you, she did it because she cared. I guess she left that part out." he said, trying to recall now. Even so, it was more interesting telling the truth than telling Nathan the lies. After awhile, he ordered another water, and again shooed the waitress away.

[(Nathan)]

Nathan was stunned into silence. So...she had protected him. "I would have rather she told me. Id rather the school know then this whole thing started. I am a whore...i just ont get paid for what i do. So slut, then." He scratched under his chin, still absorbing this information. "Why did you chase her that night...while i was trying to camp peacefully?" He asked, emphasizing trying with a bob of his head. "Why didnt you just leave her alone after you made her leave me? I probally wouldnt have gone after her unless you didnt make me say those things to her after we...yea." He had brought it up.

[administratorღ]

He started to laugh calmly. "Oh that! She took the pictures from me, and so I chased her down. But I made you say that to her to make it even worse for her, but I just wanted you to suffer. Sounds weird, but its oddly true." he said to him, folding his arms, and leaning into his own seat now, waiting for his reaction. "She's a fiesty one she is. A good catch, maybe even for me~" he giggled, looking away at the ground, that sadistic smile still faded lightly on his face.

[(Nathan)]

Nathan glowered at him. "What goes through your little druggie mind?" He asked, almost sounding sarcastic. "Is your life really so miserable you have to ruin everyone elses?" He asked as he reached acrossed the table to grip the front of his shirt tightly. "Almost killing Trinity and I both wasnt enough? You have to make us wish we had died? Is that your whole fucking plan?" He asked through clentched teeth then throwing Drake back into the booth before returning back into his own, still glaring at him over the top of his cup.

[administratorღ]

He glowered? Woah. He looked cute when he did. He laughed hesitantly, not bothering in fixing his shirt. "Maybe Nathan, Maybe. But if you dont fix things now, I'm only going to make them worse. I'll fucking destroy that little girl if you dont get to her first. Fuck you!" he said throwing his cup at him, full of water and all.

[(Nathan)]

Nathan shot up, soaked. He reached across the table, punching him straight into the face and gripping him by his shirt again. "Dont. I swear to god. Ill fucking kill you. Do you understand?" He had snapped. Then he did something that shocked himself. He pressed his lips to his, very hard, before shoving him into the wall and storming out to the street, trying to find his keys in his jacket pocket.

[administratorღ]

He smirked, wiping his lips, and adjusting his shirt, ordering the check. "My oh my, what a wonderful day." he said so lovingly, before looking back at the waitress. "What are you lookin' at tramp?" he growled, before standing, and stretching, and finding his way home.