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She was going to kill him. After there pretty deep argument he just had to stop off to chat up some girl he hadn't spoken to before on his way down to the lake. Okay so maybe he'd keep that information to himself. He had managed to get that girl's number, so it was a success. Even with a hangover he still had it. So what could he even tell her as his excuse? It was his idea to meet in ten minutes, and here he was running across campus to get to her, twenty minutes on. Yep she was going to kill him. Right so his excuse? He couldn't find a good enough outfit? No, he wasn't a girl. He couldn't find his room key so had to search for that for ages before leaving? That could work.. He'd try it.
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Still jogging across the courtyard now, he could see the lake in the distance, and let his mind wander on his way. What was that whole texting session earlier about? Like she completely flipped out on him. Nate hardly sat there and took it, he was pretty rude back, but she'd never acted like that towards him before. It'd been their first real fight. They always had little petty arguments, but this had an underlying seriousness, that Nate wasn't used to. He'd hooked up with plenty of girls before. What was it about Rory that had bothered her so much? Surely it wasn't just cause she was a Freshman? He didn't get it. Nor did he really want to press her on the issue. He felt bad for making her feel upset in the end, but he still had a load of questions unanswered.
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Upon seeing Skye stood up with her arms folded he held his hands up in defence and slowed down to a walk, "Sorry, sorry, sorry! I underestimated how long it'd take to find my room key," he said looking at her directly with a small smile on his face, not sure if she would believe him. For some reason her annoyance on her face sparked a remembrance in his mind, was she just mad about his lateness or about before. Bringing his hands down he started fiddling with his fingers slightly, watching them, "Uhm, before we start running.. Are we okay?" he mumbled slightly. He was no good with talking about feelings at all.

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Typically he was enjoying her arms crossed over herself as the were pushing up her cleavage, and he was glad for the small smirk on her face when she said he sucked. Cause it was true, he did, he shouldn't have been late. But subconsciously, he was probably trying to make himself late. He was dreading seeing her after the argument. But he would have rather got it sorted sooner rather than later. They had never had a huge fight like this before. Though really, he thought that if they had both been in the same room, and in better moods, it wouldn't have escalated as far as it did. They probably would have started laughing if it were the other case. But what happened happened, and there was nothing he could do about it now. Even if all those questions were still brimming in his mind.
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Once she had answered his question instantly he looked up, a grin forming on his lips. Though it faltered slightly when he looked at her eyes. She was lying. Well no, not lying exactly, but not telling the whole truth. There was something she wasn't telling him, but neither of them were int he right frame of mind to push the issue. He'd have to leave it for now. And the wink after her request seemed to differ her previous facial expression greatly, and he couldn't help but take the opportunity. "Come on over here you," he smiled, pulling her into a bear hug. It was stupid of him to think of this right now, but he could just imagine the cameras around them, watching their every move, so he instantly pulled back, gripping onto her shoulders slightly before pulling away completely giving a flustered brief smile.
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He looked around him quickly no, cautious of his every move. Quite frankly he was paranoid. His mom, of all people, had had a word with him only a few days ago about the cameras, and how the show was portraying him. She wasn't yelling or anything, she understood he was just living his life. But she was worried what effects it would have on him in later life. He had promised her he'd lay off the negative press as best he could. Letting out a cough he looked up at her again, not even thinking about how she would have taken the awkward moment "So uhm.. you ready to run?"

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She knew. She made it clear she knew. Which he supposed was a good thing, at least she knew it wasn't her he had the problem with it was the cameras. "You don't know that," he replied, a little bluntly. But he was just nervous. No one knew where the cameras were, and where they were going to catch you. They gave you some privacy, like when in most classes, or in your rooms. But when you were outside there was no way anything could be private. It wasn't a bad thing to be 'caught' with Skye. It's just the viewers had seen them hook up, and plenty of others hook up with him too. They'd branded him a slut, which is pretty much what he was. But he didn't exactly like it, he preferred Ladies Man, but that evidently didn't catch on. Well here at Ellison it had, he gave himself credit for that at least.
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He took a step back at her abrupt response to his question and watched as she sped off. Nice ass. no Nate not now. She was obviously in a bad mood with him. Even though she was evidently trying to avoid it all. Which was unlike Skye, she wasn't the most open person but definitely not private. And they rarely lied to one another, unless it was a joke or something harmless. Nevertheless he caught up with her, not before seeing her turn to look for him over her shoulder. He caught up with her, a focussed look on his face, "Don't take your headache out on me Skye," he muttered almost silently through breaths. Looking straight ahead now though, not wanting anymore drama, he remembered why they were out there with his comment. A distraction. "So, other than talking to Bristol about me," he paused, a smirk on his lips, but not a fun one, "what else have you been up to?" he questioned, still keeping his eyes forward.

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Running always took his mind off things. And really? He had almost kind of regretted Skye out to run with him now. Since she was the thing he wanted off his mind. The arguing, the bluntness. Nate wasn't used to it. He didn't want to think about it, he just wanted to think about the gravel crunching under his feet and the wind in his unstyled hair. She said she was fine, he wasn't the one upsetting her, and yet she was still being blunt. Was she doing it for his sake so it didn't look like they were getting on too well for the cameras? She knew how he felt about it all, she was used to it by now right? With her reactions right now though, it didn't seem like it.
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Continuing running he awaited her response, he wasn't really expecting such an abrupt, and obviously sarcastic laugh. He simply frowned over at her, so she had heard the comment about Bristol then? Honestly? He was always kind of wary of Skye and Bristol together. He always wondered what they talked to each other about him. Not that he doubted his performance in the slightest, but, well especially with the previous argument, who knows what they thought. And they'd been talking about Rory as well? They were both obviously protective of the freshman, for good reason really. She was young and pretty naive, especially when it came to Nate. Realistically he could just snap his fingers and she's come running. Was that really his fault?
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Hearing her, once again, blunt response though, he was completely taken aback. Usually Skye would have said that same thing, but not with such a snidey undertone. "What is up with you Skye? Do you think I think you're obsessed with me or something? Skye I asked you a normal question, take our minds of our headaches y'know," he stressed back, "You're not helping yourself," and with that he sped up a little, knowing that he was far fitter than her with his hockey practise almost every night, and she wouldn't be able to catch up straight away. He needed a breather. Calm them both down a bit. He'd slow down in a couple of seconds, in hopes she'd have sorted herself out.

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So the whole situation just took a major turn for the worst. Even with her brief apology he had still sped ahead of her in order to reach some sort of peaceful space. He had invited her out though, so he didn't need that space forever, just for about thirty seconds. Calm himself down. But it hadn't. He should have known with the mood she was in, Skye wouldn't take his running ahead lightly. The vibe between them both right now was so serious, he was having a slight freak out. What the hell was going on?
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Not hearing her feet slapping the ground as loudly as before, he had just assumed he had sped ahead a lot further than her. But with a swift turn of the head, he was informed otherwise. She had come to a complete stop, slowing him down instantly, and with her next words, he didn't know what to feel. And then she was gone. Taking off running the opposite direction. Unfortunately for him, they had just past a corner, so she sped round there and was gone from sight almost immediately. "Dammit Skye!" he yelled back, before covering his mouth quickly. The cameras. They didn't need anymore attention than they already did. Scared they'd come find him, and look for the reason for his yelling, his feet began running, back to where he had last seen her. He had to find her.
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The only things pounding through his mind right now where 'fuck, shit, dammit' on repeat. Though one thought plagued his mind now; Nate knew what the reason for him running that way now, not just to get away from the cameras, but to find Skye. And if the time wasn't so tense, he'd probably have to have a moment to think about this. Right here, right now, he had found it inside himself to put his friendship with Skye above how he looked on the cameras. And with this thought in mind, it spurred him on incredibly. Picking up his pace, adrenaline pumping, he saw a whip of brown hair, after turning the corner, head into a bunch of trees beside the path. Slowing his pace down as he reached the place where she gone, he didn't even have to look far before spotting her trainers, followed by her body leaning against a tree, head bowed to the ground. Upon reaching her he watched as she had wiped away a stray tear. Crying. Nate gulped, she was crying. Nate was probably in the worst situation right now. Skye was crying, most probably because of him; he wanted to make her feel better but he had no idea how. She still hadn't noticed him, absorbed in her own world. So he grabbed every last drop of confidence he had in him, and knelt down on his knees, in front but a little to the side of her. "Skye please don't cry.. I.." he reached out, taking a strand of her hair that was dangling across her face, "What ever I did I'm sorry, I..You can.." he was trying to get out the words, but really he didn't know what to say. He wanted her to talk about it, talking about things made them feel better right? But he didn't know how to, he'd never done anything like this with a girl before. He just looked at her, hoping she wouldn't just either push him away, or laugh it off like she usually did. There was obviously something wrong, and he wanted to know.

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Sitting here, in almost complete silence except for Skye's quiet tears, he came to a startling realisation. No cameras. He'd run away from the cameras to be with Skye, to make sure she was okay. The probably could find them, they didn't need to look far, as there were resting against a tree not far away fromt he main path. But no one would exactly go looking for them in here. And having no cameras around them meant they could be themselves. But with Skye like this, there was no way they could mess about together, and be who they wanted to be. Seeing her like this confused him to hell, he didn't know how to feel about it all. It was clear to him he didn't like it, no one likes seeing their friends cry. But there was something else. He wanted to make her feel better sure. Be something else about this whole scene, the whole situation, wasn't settling with him right. He just couldn't work out what.
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Don't apologise? It was clear to him he had done something wrong. She'd just run to hide behind a tree to cry, after he had snapped at her. Sure there was reasoning as to why he snapped, but still, he had made her cry. He had to be the reason, there was no other reason right? "If I don't have to apologise, who does?" he questioned in a soft tone, still watching her. Who was at fault here if it wasn't him? Someone must have done something, right? Nate's loyalties started to build up within him, making him tense slightly. If someone had hurt, or upset Skye, he would make sure they'd never do it again.
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She was blaming herself. Refraining from wanting to shake his head, he leaned forward slightly. "Skye, is there something you want to tell me?" he said, once again in the soft tone. He didn't want to probe her, but he wanted to know who was making her feel like this. The whole texting argument, and all this, it pointed the finger clearly at him. But surely, when he offered himself up for the blame, she would have taken it right? There was something she wasn't telling him, and he wanted to find out.

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Skye was anything but a mess. Maybe she was just having an off day? Everyone has those days for sure. Nate had them with hockey at least once a year. Him and Elliot play left and ring wing, they had each others back on and off the rink. The worked as the ultimate team. But on those off days, he wouldn't reach the puck in time when Elliot passed it to him, he wouldn't defend Elliot against other players, he was just unfocused. so he sympathized with Skye right now. She was having an off day. "You're not a mess Skye" he commented, as he watched her wrap her arms around herself. The day was calm outside, but being hidden in the shade right now, he could understand why she was feeling cold.
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The next few things she said made him frown, and slump slightly. He understood where she was coming. Here he was, the person who never said anything remotely to do with his feelings. He just wasn't used to others around him, openly admitting it to him. Almost as if she was closing herself off to him. He didn't like that. But there was nothing he could do or say without being a hypocrite with the whole situation. He let down a slow gulp, looking below him where his fingers lay in his lap. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to," he replied, almost quite bluntly again.
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He let out a silent deep breath. Hearing her laugh, not her real laugh, almost seemed to reiterate the whole situation to him. But there was nothing he could do, he wasn't the type to probe. Looking up, but not at her, more to the tree behind her, his nostrils flaring lightly. "So do you want to go out again, we can just walk this time. Or you could just go back, like you planned," he suggesting. His tone was flat, not happy, not said, not angry, just flat. She was the one keeping herself to herself right now, so the only thing he could do, was the same.

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Nate's whole aura had changed with a flip of a switch. Something had resonated with him after what Skye had said, that had just made him, well angry really. Like before when he had sped up to get away from her, just for that thirty seconds of space, it had hit him all over again. Nate liked to be in control, but with Skye, he was anything but. She wasn't telling him everything, she even openly admitted that to him, and he didn't like that. His eyes had slowly narrowed, but still not willing to look at her directly. He didn't like this, not one bit. Skye was always the person he could rely on to take his mind off things, but the whole situation right now, had flipped. Skye was the one plaguing his mind, and not for the right reasons.
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Clenching his fists, he stood up and took a step back from where he had previously sat with her. Listening to her talk, even with her soft voice, it still didn't make his feelings right now change. He needed to be away. Deciding on his thoughts, he let out a shaky breath before looking down at Skye, convincing himself to give direct eye contact. "Why don't you go be with Skye, maybe you'll be able to talk to her about whatever's bothering you," he spoke down to her, before turning on his heel and away from behind the tree. He was bitter. Bitter about the texting argument, where Skye had clearly been open enough to talk to Skye about him, bitter about her hiding things from him. Just bitter. He was a hypocrite, he knew, but he couldn't help himself feeling so angry like this.
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Reaching the opening back onto the path, he looked left and right naturally, always looking for the cameras. It was obvious if the cameras had caught him right now, and then Skye a moment later, what they would all think. They'd been hooking up. Nate almost let out a laugh at how wrong they would be to think that. He took a step out before, beginning to run back to campus. He just needed to get to the music room and let out all his fury on the drums. He was angry right now; it was either drums or sex.

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