Se connecter(Nathan's POV)I stared at the pink-haired boy. Then at Professor Hale. Then back at the boy.Something inside me snapped. Before I could think better of it, I crossed the bathroom in a few strides and grabbed the boy by the arm.“Hey!”I dragged him away from Mr. Hale.“What the hell—”“Get out.”The boy stumbled toward the door. “Who the hell are you?”“Someone who's telling you to get out.”I shoved the bathroom door open and pushed him into the hallway.The boy spun around angrily. “You're crazy!”“Probably.”I slammed the door shut and locked it.The music from the club continued to thump faintly through the walls.I turned around.Professor Hale was staring at me. He's calm, as always. That somehow made me even angrier.I walked toward him. “You know what?”He said nothing.I scoffed. “I'm glad to know you're gay.”Hale's expression barely changed.“But I'm pissed off.” I pointed toward the door. “You threw me out of your office for saying I want you, and then you turn around an
Nathan walked into the apartment, all annoyed like he always gets whenever he visits home.He barely kicked off his shoes before heading straight for his room.He opened the door and stopped.Kelly was standing beside his desk.Nathan narrowed his eyes. “What are you doing in my room?”Kelly turned around so quickly he nearly knocked something over. “I—uh, I was looking for my note. I left it in here, but I can't find—”“Go get dressed.”Kelly blinked. “For what?”“We're going clubbing.”“Really?” Kelly looked at him from head to toe. “You look tired. You should go to sleep early. Why go clubbing?”Nathan scoffed. “I'm Nathan. I don't need a reason to go clubbing.” He walked past him and dropped onto his bed. “Besides, it's Friday night. Stop yapping and go get dressed.”Kelly sighed. “Yes, sir.”He left the room.Nathan smiled to himself. Sleep? On a Friday night? Absolutely not.He needed noise, he needed alcohol, he needed something loud enough to drown out the evening he'd just ha
(Nathan's POV)The sting in my cheek barely had time to settle before my father started shouting.“You put another student in the hospital!”I stood there silently.“You think that's funny?”“No.”“Then why the hell are you standing there like an idiot?”I kept my head bowed.He paced behind his desk, his voice growing louder with every sentence.“I have spent years paying for your education, giving you every opportunity imaginable, and this is how you repay me? By getting into fights at the most prestigious colleges in the country? You want to ruin my name.”I said nothing.“You assaulted a boy in front of dozens of witnesses! You could have killed him!”My jaw tightened.I didn't care. Not enough to apologize, anyway.I'd gotten worse punishments for doing less. A slap wasn't new, neither was the shouting, and I still think Tristan deserves every punch I landed on his annoying face.Eventually, my father ran out of things to say and dropped back into his chair.The room went quiet.
(Nathan's POV) “You really told him that?!!” Kelly's voice nearly cracked through the roof of my car. I kept my eyes on the road, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel while the other tapped against the gearshift. “Yeah.” “You actually looked Professor Hale in the face and told him you like him?” “Technically, I told him I want him.” Kelly stared at me like I'd just announced I was planning to rob a bank. “You're lucky he just calmly dismissed you, you'd have been dealing with more than suspension.” I shrugged. “I'm a very straightforward person. I don't have the patience to take things slow.” “Yeah, I know you have absolutely no patience, but I didn't expect you to tell him to his face.” I grinned. “Kelly, I want to get into his pants as soon as possible.” Kelly groaned and dropped his head against the headrest. “You’re rushing before the attraction fades away.” He wasn't wrong. My attractions had always worked the same way: they came hard and fast. One
"Given the violence displayed in those videos, the administration is considering immediate expulsion.”That got Nathan’s attention. Not visibly, but Vincent noticed the slight tension in his shoulders immediately.The dean continued, “However, before a final decision is made, your father will need to be called to the school. He needs to be the one talking to Tristan's parents and legal representatives, not us.”Nathan froze. The arrogance disappeared from his face so fast it almost looked unnatural.“No.”The room went quiet.Dean Whitmore frowned. “Mr. Laurent—”“No.”This time the word sounded sharper, almost panicked.“We require parental involvement before proceeding further.”Nathan stood abruptly from his chair. “No.”Prof. Vincent’s eyes narrowed slightly. His eyes had been on Nathan and he saw the instant change. Nathan suddenly looked distressed.“I’m not calling him,” Nathan said quietly.“That isn’t negotiable, we can call him ourselves.”Nathan laughed suddenly, but there
By the next morning, everybody at Blackthorne College had already seen the video.Somebody had uploaded at least four different angles of Nathan beating Tristan Mercer half to death at the penthouse party, and now the entire school was treating it like premium entertainment.Nathan walked through campus with Kelly beside him while whispers followed from every direction.“Did you see Tristan’s face?”“Nathan Laurent is actually insane.”“He looked so hot fighting though.”“I heard Tristan needed a bunch of stitches.”“They were always one argument away from killing each other.”“Honestly Tristan deserved it. He's always copying Nathan, always in his one-sided competition. He copied Nathan with that penthouse party anyway.”“Yeah, but Nathan went too far this time.”“Nah, did you see the way Tristan was talking?”Students openly stared as Nathan passed by. Some looked horrified. Others looked impressed. A group of girls near the fountain literally stopped walking just to watch him move







