Memento Mori

I Never Meant To Hurt You

Wednesday, October 9

NATHAN

Nathan's no stranger to accidental kisses or meaningless turns and twists of bodies.

Vortex parties tend to go wild after midnight and somehow everyone ends up sharing spits with everyone. It's no big deal. Hell, once Rachel and he found themselves engaging in a rather inappropriate position that would have made virgin Graham run for the other town. But that was then, both of them were under the influence of alcohol and wanted to forget it the next day.

Nathan's piss poor sober now.

And he kissed Graham.

Pretty eyed Gra-Warren who's still looking at him like he doesn't know whether to punch him or go for another round.

"Nathan-"

"Don't come any closer." He at least has the sense to step back farther from the guy. Nathan doesn't trust himself enough to be around Warren. Not now, not when he can still taste a little bit of cinnamon on his tongue.

"We need to talk about it." Warren wets his lips, fuck, can't he do one thing without forcing a reaction out of Nathan? "What just happened-yeah, we need to talk about it."

"I thought you were someone else so get off my back." It's a coward's way out but he will take it over admitting wanting to kiss Warren Daniel Graham any day. Shit, he even knew the guy's middle name. How can he screw himself up this bad?

"Someone like who?" Warren bites back with a tone Nathan never heard from him. Jealousy? No, he doesn't believe the nerd will be jealous over petty things like himself. Anger then? Most possibly. That's the only emotion he can get out of people after all. Disappointment, embarrassment, hurt....yeah, he can go on all day. Anything but good old jealousy.

When he doesn't answer fast enough, Warren is there to cut through his thoughts. "Who is it?"

"Just...someone." He feels nauseous to even see the look on Warren's face. "God! What's up with this clinginess? Never been kissed before, Graham? Oh, right. Max is fucking the witch so here you are, after my dick like a thirsty bitch."

Warren jerks back in shock. "Nathan...?"

"What!?" He scoffs, rolling his back to mask his panic. "Just because I let you talk to me a few times doesn't mean we are friends or you can go kiss me whenever the fuck you like. Fucking dumbass. Get out."

Nathan thinks he's going to do just that, leave him but Warren swiftly corners him before he can anticipate it. "What the fuck! Graham, if you don't get your hands off of me right now-"

"Who. Is. It. Is it Max Caulfield, Prescott?"

Nathan's heart is in his throat and he quivers in confusion. "What?"

"Is it Max? That's who you imagined?" Warren is calm in questioning which baffles even Nathan. "Let me check then."

To Nathan's surprise, he starts to search the wallet Nathan threw at the corner of the room earlier without a care. Whatever he expected his reaction to be, this isn't it. Max, Max, Max...Fuck. Warren can't possibly...

"There is it." Warren puts up a picture of Crackfield of any people, a picture Nathan stole weeks ago in a drunken haze.

Fuck.

He's totally fucked.

"What's your excuse now?"

"Out." Nathan feels like his world is crashing and there's nothing he can do like usual. "Just out."