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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?
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.
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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