No one can know // oxo // closed

Nathan turned away, beat red. "No, no, I shouldn't have….I'll go." He started to quickly pack up

Brent grabbed his papers and quickly rushed to his car, climbing in, darkening the windows and banging his head against the dashboard.

Nathan wiped the tears rolling down his cheeks. He got in his car and drove away quickly. He avoided his mother as he got home and locked himself in his room

After a bit of banging his head against the dashboard, he headed home to the apartment he shared with a friend.

Nathan cried into his pillow for an hour or two. Then he sat up, planning to sneak out of the house. He convinced his mother he was going to bed early then got dressed in tight jeans and in a crop top he had managed to hide from his mother. He knew a club not too far away that check IDs too hard. He had his fake in his pocket. He jumped out of the window and walked quickly. He flashed his ID tot he bouncer and headed in. He had only been there twice before but didn't really do anything.

Brent gave a loud sigh as he slumped into the couch, his roommate Maria coming out and sitting next to him. She was a college professor, lucky her. "What's up nerd?" She asked, voice thick with actual concern. "I was tutoring a kid and he kissed me and I kissed back and now I could go to jail-"

It didn't take too long before someone ordered Nathan a drink. He sipped from, still getting used to the bitter taste of alcohol. He flirted shamelessly, giving off an innocent look, even though he pretty much was. He just wanted to forget the day's events, too embarrassed by them

Maria sighed and patted his shoulder. "Alright, you won't go to jail." She assured him, grabbing the tv remote. "And we are watching cheesy movies."

Nathan snuck back through his window after a few hours. He changed and collasped his bed, sighing. He kept thinking back to that afternoon and it made him want to cry

They had finished about two movies and Brent had his head on his friends shoulder. "Should I call in sick monday?"

Nathan couldn't go to school. He couldn't stand showing his face around Mr. Michelson. The embarrassment he would feel…. No, he just couldn't go anymore. Not even the threat of his mother could make him go

"You've got to go to school, you have to teach." Maria raised an eyebrow at her friend and flicked his forehead.

Nathan pulled his pillow to his chest and curled around it in a tight ball. He sniffed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. He knew what he had to do, he just needed to run away. Problem solved.