50 Ways To Spend Your Christmas, Stuck With an Annoyingly Hot Emo Delinquent [26]

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29) Threaten to sue your friend for making you look as if you're a diva; caked in 10 times more make-up.

30) On the second thought, if your friend is Keira, threatening her was equivalent to sticking your head down a crocodile's throat.

But in the end, I looked decent.

"I'm hurt," Keira started, placing a hand on her forehead oh-so-dramatically. "Decent? You look beautiful!" she spat out. I rolled my eyes, though I was unable to stop a smile from spreading across my face. "Shut up. Shouldn't you be the one getting ready?" I said, cocking an eyebrow.

She stared at me blankly before a look of recognition pass through her face.

"Oh!"

In one way or another she was a bit like my mother in the personality department.

"Do I really have to go, Keira? You know how our school is," I said warily. "There would be so many stuff to do early in the year and--"

"I'll bake you a cupcake."

"I don't want a cupcake. Do you know, diabetes is one of the growing cause of deaths in the count--"

"Charlotte!" she barked, glaring at me. "It would really mean a lot to me," she continued, still glaring. I felt as if I was shrinking 6 times as I couldn't tear my eyes away from hers. Oh god she was really pissed about this.

"Okay," I finally squeaked.

* * *

When Keira went to the bathroom, I stopped messing with my hair and lunges for my laptop. In lightning speed, I took out my laptop, fumbling to open it and looking at it with such exasperation that if the laptop were human, it would cry.

Er, okay that was actually a disturbing image.

I didn't even bother to attach the USB mouse to it and used the touch pad instead as I multi-tasked at once. When I double-clicked on the browser icon to check on the school's website, a pop-up...well, popped up.

It reads something about to restore the last session or something. In a hurry, I clicked yes. Thank god there was a tab of the school's website there already. But there was another tab. A long forgotten search that I kept open.

Looking towards the bathroom door, I clicked on it.

It was the time when I searched for Nathan's name.

The article was from a blog. And when I clicked on it, feeling apprehensive, I saw the web starting to load. The fonts were ridiculously small and white on a black background, plus there was no paragraphing at all...but out of curiosity, I read the great wall of text anyway.

The blogger was pretty bold in critisizing him, stating out brutal opinions about the media for not showing the truth of why the son of a respectable politician and a great surgeon went AWOL from the media.

And when I read further on, everything suddenly made sense.

But I won't believe this.

Not yet.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Keira let out a ear-piercing scream.

"Um...things," I replied and she dragged me away from the laptop.

* * *

Nathan woke up at 4 p.m. as a result of thinking a lot. In the making, he made his head hurt and he ended up not falling asleep until he forced himself (or rather, his mind) to shut up and go to sleep.

The decision to sleep at 9 a.m. turned out to be a bad idea as he staggered, looking as if he was drunk, towards the bathroom. Add sound effects, pale make-up and drool and he might as well be in some kind of a bad zombie movie.

But when he was nearing Charlotte's room, the door askew, he realized with a pang that he would have to drag his feet to the god forsaken ball that night. Dressed in some stupid suit. He shook his head frustratedly.

The last time he wore one of those was when he was still in California with his parents. His mind reeled from the ball to his parents. Despite their busy life and everything, he still wish that they wouldn't split up. Not for his own good this time though.

His parents, even though they suck at it...but Nathan could tell they were trying. It wasn't always like that anyway. Ever since his dad became a senator, the family drifted apart. Nathan sighed, running a hand through his hair.

A bright source of light in her room distracted Nathan momentarily from his thoughts. He stared at it for a long time before wondering where the hell the girls were as they were making so much noises earlier.

Charlotte's room was relatively small. So at the distance of where he was standing at, he could make out the headline of the article but not the freakishly small fonts. But then again, he was standing quite far.

The header of the website, the colors. It all seem too familiar, he realized. Nathan didn't want to go in. He already knew what it was as he walked faster towards the bathroom. When he slammed the door shut, he rested his head on the cold tiles.

A part of him wished he could explain it to Charlotte first.

If the damn juvenile delinquent center didn't have this stupid 'activity', he wouldn't even be here in the first place. He splashed the cold water on his face and rubbed it vigorously. Nathan didn't want any of this.

His jaw clenches as he thought to himself.

Goddammit Nathan! What's gotten in to you? You're falling way too fast. Stop thinking about her for Christ's sake!

But he couldn't.

He rolled his fists determinedly. Talking to Charlotte wasn't simply a wish anymore. It turned into a need. He read that article once. He wished that the crappy webmaster who couldn't even get past the fact that her content fonts were in 5 point would take it down.

It told the reason of why he wounded up in the center in the first place. The false accusations that nobody would know but him. The night when Quinton and the rest of the bastards manage to drove the girl towards insanity.

Nathan rubbed his temples. The last thing he wanted to do was to think about this. After he was done in the bathroom, he yanked open the door just to find out that on the floor sat Helios, staring up at him with those watery eyes.

In his mouth was a leash.

"Not now," he muttered. "I haven't had breakfast yet."

Or lunch.

Helios kept looking at him, tail wagging gleefully and Nathan sighed and walked past him. But behind him, Helios was charging towards Nathan, the leash still in his mouth as he pounce on him. "What the fu-- since when did you become such a bully?!"

The leash dropped on his face as Helios gave a loud, disapproving bark.

Great. On the bright side, at least he had something to do.