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You find yourself rushing down the corridor to Kate's room dropping stuff as you do. Such as your dirty Pj's and toiletries  but that didn't matter at the moment you couldn't care less about that unnecessary stuff.

 As you come face to face to Kate's dorm door you're caught off guard at all the crude words on and remarks on her whiteboard such as "Kate twerks for god" and "Church on Sunday, Abortion clinic on Monday" and many other things that fill you up with dread. Was this your fault? 

Maybe you would of been better off not going to Nathan's shitty vortex party and working on your passion being art or even just you and Kate chatting away at her's or your dorm, But all that was too late and it wasn't like you could turn back the clock. You let out a shaken sigh and finally  knock gently on Kate's dorm. 

"K-Kate it's me Y/n" you say gently. 

You stand there waiting for a response but nothing to your dismay. You slowly walk back to your dorm slowly, Hoping Kate would open the door and call for your name but nothing..just the sound of your footsteps and the pop music emerging from Dana's room. 

After getting back to your dorm and grabbing your things and starting to head to class you couldn't help but notice the small coffee van where the fountain was. The strong smell of the coffee beans flowing through the air could make anyone crave the taste of the coffee, including yourself.

You walk over to the blue coffee van seeing the cashier smiling, you take a good look at this man he looks like a typical hipster who would be driving a coffee van around Arcadia bay.

He had his hair in a man bun and a beard, You couldn't help but almost laugh at this cliche coffee driver. As you reach the coffee van he lets out an enthusiastic "What will it be?" you look at the menu to see what type of coffees are there and finally choose one being the expresso.  

"That will be $2.50," He says with a smile.

you look through your satchel only to be short with money, you look up nervously making the hipster raise an eyebrow.

"I only have $1.60..will that do?" 

The hipster's smile is soon replaced with a more unwelcoming facial expression. As he soon starts to take the expresso a loud slap with a 5 dollar note is placed.

" A latte as well," said a familiar voice. You turn to your right see Nathan Prescott standing there in all his glory. His shoes squeaky clean along with a blue jacket similar to his red one.

Nathan looks at you scowling. Then it hits you've been starring at him for 5 minutes now and you know Nathan isn't one for people who stare Since he gets judgmental looks and stares every day.

You clear your throat and let out a gentle 'Thank you Nathan' soon turning back and grabbing your coffee and waiting for Nathans latte with him in silence until he speaks.
"It's the least I can do or whathefuckever seeming you helped me with one of my " whiny tantrums" at the party while I was dosed up"

You give him a confused look but don't question it, is this why he was being nice and wanting you to join him later with his group of friends?

You haven't helped him with a mental breakdown since freshman let alone be near him when you use to do drama with a close friend what was her..oh yeah Rachel amber.

"It's okay, anyway I like the blue jacket I haven't seen you in that in a long time," you said looking down at your shoes.

"Well it isn't like I could wear my other jacket not with the fucking stains on it," Nathan says rolling his eyes.

The hipster is soon to hand over Nathan's latte making Nathan snatch it out if his hands.

You began to walk off and mutter a 'thank you again' but you are stopped by Nathan grabbing your arm.
"Hey wait a fucking minute, where're your classes?" He asks
You give him a weird look but you are soon to answer.

"I'll be in the art wing for my two classes today, anyway why?"

Nathan smirks.

" Good I'll find the class your in and wait for you there"

Before you could ask again why he was going to wait for you he was already walking away. Leaving you this time standing by yourself alone.