welcome to crvboy - Nate's Wounded Heart

As he walked down the stairs to Nate and Luke's room, he still felt like throwing up his lunch. After emptying the petition mailbox outside his room he had found all of the petitions for room reassignments and had felt a chill go up his spine as soon as he found a petition for a new room from Nathaniel Thompson. The letter was brief and direct, it explained how out of personal differences between him and his roommate, Lucas Halliwell, the relationship between them had become impolite and harsh and hence he considered it best if he could be assigned to a different room with or without a roommate. He had also explained in the letter that whether he was assigned within the same building or another it didn't really matter to him. Now as he reached their room, he dug into his mind and remembered that Nate had to be in there, and Luke was in class, perfect timing.

"Nate, open up, it's me Martin," he said as he knocked on the door a few times. He waited a few seconds and heard noise inside the room, and then steps coming towards the door and right after that Nate opened the door. He was unshaved, looked like he had been that way for a few days, his hair was messy and he was wearing loose dark clothes. "Hey buddy, can I come in?" he asked Nate, receiving a nod in response he stepped in the room as Nate walked back to his bed and sat on it.

"So... what's up?" Nate asked him already expecting and knowing what he was going to say.

"Well, you know what I found in my mailbox, don't you?" he answered.

He waited a few seconds as Martin looked intently at him, not taking his eyes off him. "Well, I got sick of him yelling at me whenever I try to talk to him, that would be one of the reasons and the other is that I know he's right. I cheated on him and it seems like he isn't going to forgive me anytime soon, so I'm just doing him a favor," he answered trying to hide his face from Martin by looking out the window.

"Nate, come on man, there must be some way for the two of you to work things out..." Martin said with his voice breaking.

When he heard Martin's voice break he looked back at him and when he saw the sorrowful look on Martin's face he reached out and held him. "I wish there was, but what can I do? I don't know what else to do, he's not speaking to Becca since she tried to ask him to talk to me, he says she's just getting on my side, I don't want you to get that either so please stay out of it," Nate asked him.

"He's being an asshole..." Martin told him as they hugged.

"Well I kissed another guy, he sort of has the right to be one," Nate said back.

"You both screwed up, but now that you did screw up he won't admit that he did anything wrong before, at least you want to talk to him, all he does is push you away," Martin said before he backed up and released Nate from his arms.

"Yeah, well I can't do anything to change that now can I? Listen man I gotta go to the library and hit the books I have my last final tomorrow..." Nate started to say.

"Don't go just yet, you know I have to go give the room reassignment petitions before Friday, please stay around and try to talk to him, see if there's still any hope you know..." Martin said.

Nate sighed. "Ok, but I don't make any promises and if by Friday there aren't any changes then send it in, I'll leave on Saturday morning, Julian can't come pick me up until then anyways," he said before he got up and got his backpack and a jacket.

"Your cousins are cool... has Julian..." Martin started saying.

"No, and please don't think bad about him, we kissed that night but nothing has happened, he has a guy, they aren't a couple, but he wants to go serious with him, he didn't intend to do it and neither did I, not like it makes any difference..." Nate said.

"I'm sorry Natey... I guess... I had no right..." Martin started saying.

"It's ok, you don't know him and well I guess you had the right to ask, I swear you guys are going to hit it off pretty well, now let's go Martin, he's going to be back soon and I don't want to add any stress to the studying I already have to do," Nate asked him. Martin got up and they both went to the door and left the room.

She needed to study, she had two more finals before she could go home, one was the following day and the other one would be next week on Tuesday. She still felt her stomach clench whenever she'd remember her fight with Luke, it had begun slowly, they had been joking around a little, then Luke changed the subject with no subtlety when she asked him about Cape Girardeau. She wanted to play along but after a few minutes, she asked again and he told her in a very unfriendly tone to stay out of it. She wouldn't have any of that, so all hell broke loose, and they yelled at each other until Nate got to the room. Which was, if you kept track of time, about twenty minutes after they started yelling at each other and calling each other names she wouldn't have possibly believed she'd ever call Luke or he'd ever use against her.

She had dropped her highlighting marker and was staring into an empty space in between two bookshelves. As she reached down and under the table to pick her marker up she realized someone stopped in front of her. When she looked up her memory told her this was someone she knew, yet she didn't know the guy's name. He was tall, about five feet and eleven inches tall and slender, with broad shoulders and long shiny brown hair tied at the back of his head in a pony tail. "You seem a little distracted," the guy said looking down at her.

"Uhm, well... yeah I guess with all the studying I am," she said feeling caught off guard and hating the blush that she knew was covering her face.

"The material isn't really hard, in fact I know of a good book around here that has some interesting summaries of the theories we have to know for the test," he said before smiling. Then she recognized him, she had seen the smile but from behind, he liked sitting at the front row of their basic sociology class, she remembered how he would look back and smile at her every time she would make a feminist or radical remark that would make their teacher stiffen and change the subject immediately.

"You're in my sociology class huh? I'm sorry but to be honest with you, I don't remember your name," she confessed feeling herself blush a darker shade of red.

There was the smile once again, with dimples and everything. "It's ok, I am ashamed to recognize that we have never actually spoken to each other before, my name is Darryl, and I am even more ashamed to say that I think you are friends with my roommate," he said looking down when he said the last part.

"Your roommate? Who could that be?" she asked.

"Well, he's got light brown hair, short, green eyes..." He began saying.

"Brent? Are you telling me you're his roommate and that little shit never bothered to say his roommate is taking one of my classes?" she asked in amazement.

"Well, he might have not known, if you come to think about it, we have that class in the mornings and he never gets up before ten a.m. so he doesn't really know what classes I have during those hours," he said with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah I've heard Martin say that he's a heavy sleeper," she said smiling.

"So you're a friend of his boyfriend too?" Darryl asked her.

"Actually I sort of am responsible for the two of them being a couple, I introduced them to each other a few months ago," she confessed smiling.

"Oh, so you're the one behind the whole thing huh?" he asked her shaking his head from side to side.

"Sorry, I guess I am, do they cause too much trouble around the room?" she asked him wondering.

"Well, I have gotten there a few times and found them both sweaty and blushing, but fully clothed, yet it's undeniable what happened a while before because you can even smell it in the air," he said scrunching up his face a little.

She went into a fit of laughter when she heard this and he joined her too. After a few seconds, they remembered they were in the library and tried to regain their composure. "We have to be careful, Mrs. Hepburn might be around and she isn't exactly a nice lady," Becca told him after they had calmed down.

"You know one of the librarians by name?" he asked her.

"Well Nate, one of my friends works here to help himself with money and all that," she answered. "but I tell you that lady is a freak, she has a way of scaring people away from her that you wouldn't believe," she added before giggling a little.

"Hey are you still dating that guy that used to walk you to class earlier in the semester?" he asked her.

She froze for a few seconds. Michael was the one that walked her to class until the whole reality that he had been hiding from her came forth. "I... uh... well..." as she realized she couldn't get the words out she shook her head in denial, as she felt her eyes getting teary.

"Oh, Becca I'm sorry I said anything it's none of my business..." Darryl started apologizing.

"No, it's ok, it's just that I hadn't had to talk about it since a while ago, he got himself into trouble, did some pretty screwed up stuff to me and my friends, Martin, Nate, all of them and then he got kicked out of school," she told him.

He reached forward and placed his hand on her right cheek, caressing it a bit. She closed her eyes and felt herself blush and then she felt he took his hand off her face. When she looked up, she saw him blushing and step back a little bit before walking in between two bookshelves close by. At first she froze, she thought he had left her there; she got up and went down the aisle he had gone into and saw him at the middle of it. He stood before the bookshelf and was looking for a book, after a few seconds he reached for one and took it; he turned around and smiled when he saw her standing at the entrance of the aisle. "Here, it's got all of the theories and authors for our test, the summaries are much more understandable than the ones our teacher gave us," he said extending the hand with the book towards her.

"Thanks, I really am going crazy trying to cover the theories in the original books and the summaries the teacher gave are all choppy and cryptic," she said smiling at him.

"I have to go now, but try to study as much of that one as you can, see if you can take it to your room and take notes from it," he said as he extended his hand for her. She was going to shake it but then he took it and leaned down to kiss the back of her hand. She blushed as he stood back up. "Becca if you ask me, that guy was an idiot for having mistreated you, you know where to find me now, I hope we can get together some time," he said before letting go off her hand.

She nodded as she smiled. "Thank you and I guess I'll look for you during the weekend probably," she said before waving at him as he walked away.

"Oh my god..." he said as he felt his body was still twitching from the orgasm Martin had just given him. Martin pulled out after he filled the condom he was wearing as a result from the massage Brent's ass had given him when Brent came.

"Oh shit, that was nice," he said smiling down at Brent before leaning down to kiss him. Their kiss was long and passionate; as they parted, Martin tied the condom up and threw it managing to get it in the wastebasket under Brent's desk. Then he lay next to Brent as he used one of his socks to clean his cum off his chest and stomach. When he was finished he held Martin against him and they were starting to relax when they heard the door open.

"Hey Brent... Oh shit guys I'm sorry!" Darryl said as he went back outside after seeing the two of them lying naked holding each other.

"Oh shit, let's get dressed now," Martin said as he got up and started looking for his clothes around the floor while Brent laughed hysterically. "Damn it Brent, stop laughing and get dressed," Martin scolded him before starting to laugh a little himself.

After they were fully clothed Brent went and opened the door and found Darryl standing there covering his face with his hands. "You saw our dicks!" Brent said before he started to laugh once again.

"God I think I went blind..." Darryl said as he walked in the room to find a blushing Martin sitting on Brent's bed looking down and keeping his sight stuck to the floor.

"It's ok guys, it's not like I didn't figure out what the two of you do when I'm away," Darryl said as he placed his back pack on his desk chair and shook some snow off his jacket and into his garbage can. "I hate snow! I don't know how people get used to it..." He said before throwing his jacket over the back of his desk chair and then he sat on his bed and started taking his boots and socks off.

"You cali boys are all the same huh?" Martin asked him smiling.

"Fuck off, I'm from cali too and I don't complain," Brent said.

"Well I already fu..." Martin was about to say.

"Nah, nah, nah, shhh I don't need to hear more ok, I already saw enough for a while..." Darryl said before shaking his head and walking to the bathroom.

"Hehehe we traumatized the straightie," Brent said before falling into his bed as he went into another fit of laughter.

Martin tried to calm him down but ended up joining him. Darryl came out of the bathroom and shook his head when he saw them. "Hey I think one of my classmates is a friend of the two of you," he said as the two of them started calming down and taking deep breaths.

"Which friend? Luke, Nate..." Martin began to say.

"Becca, gray eyes, black shiny hair, beautiful face..." Darryl started saying before he realized the words he was using.

"Darryl and Becca sitting on a tree..." Brent started singing before he had to lay flat in the bed when Darryl grabbed one of his boots and threw it at him.

"Hey, so, you want her number?" Martin asked him as he started scrolling down the contact list of his cell phone. Darryl didn't even ask a question he just got his cell and added the number that Martin gave him. "She likes sunflowers, coffee, she loves Anne Rice's books and if you hurt her I'll send you straight to hell," Martin said pointing his finger at him when he added the last part.

Darryl put his hands up in front of him in a defensive way. "My man, I like her and besides she already said the last guy she dated was a dick, and I frankly think that if he treated her badly then he should burn in hell. I can't even believe I actually talked to her, I always see her in class but I'd never worked up the nerve to talk to her," he said before blushing again and walking towards the bathroom.

"Ok, you've got my blessing!" Martin yelled to him from bed.

"Oh... thanks dude," Darryl said blushing as he walked back into the room.

He knew Luke had to be back already so he took a deep breath before going in. He went in and saw Luke sitting on his bed with his i-pod on, he was highlighting one of his textbooks. When he saw Nate walk in, he increased the volume of his i-pod and the music coming from it got so loud that Nate could hear it and perfectly make out the lyrics. He sighed and walked to his bed, he dropped his backpack on it and sat at the edge, he started untying his boots and taking off his shoes, he decided he would go for a passive way; he was tired of direct confrontations and the aggressive outcome that Luke had picked as his constant answer.

He got one of his notebooks out of his backpack, a pen and then he wrote in big letters a message for Luke. He got up and went to Luke's bed, putting the notebook with the message in front of his face. "Can we talk?" Luke slapped the notebook away with his hand and it fell to the floor in between the two beds. Nate sighed and went to get the notebook. He flipped the page, wrote a new message, and again put the notebook before Luke's face. "If you don't lower the volume you'll go deaf." After he read the message he slapped the notebook away once again and looked up to him. "Like you gave a fuck!" He yelled at Nate and went back to his reading.

Nate didn't even pick up the notebook, he walked next to Luke and yelled into his ear. "I DO GIVE A FUCK YOU IDIOT!" Even though he had his earphones on the scream was loud enough to piss him off even more.

He got up and took the earphones off. "No, you don't, you showed me you didn't care when you went and made out with your cousin," he said before sitting down again.

"You sneaked in behind us to see us kissing, then you leave and you automatically assume we kept doing it or whatever without even knowing," Nate answered.

"And I am supposed to believe anything you say after you kissed another guy?" Luke said glaring at him.

"Like I'm supposed to believe anything you say after you flirted with my cousin in front of my very eyes and then denied doing so?" Nate asked, and saw the look of fury that took over Luke's face, and then Luke reached down, got one of his boots from the floor, and threw it at Nate hitting him in the face. He felt the pain expand from his cheekbone, where the boot hit him and then spread all over his head. He stepped back and then fell on his bed.

"Dude, Nate I'm sorry I didn't..." Luke began to say.

"You didn't mean it? You didn't want to? Which one is it?" Nate asked feeling rage take over him, as he felt the spot where the boot had hit him, the sole of the boot had scraped his face a little and he started walking towards the bathroom.

"I... just..." Luke tried to say feeling the tears come to his eyes, as he walked behind him.

"What? Speak! You have the balls to throw a boot at my face but you don't have the balls to come up with an excuse?" He said as he went in the bathroom and turned on the water in the sink, he put some water on his face and checked it in the mirror. Yes, it was a nasty scrape and he was sure it would turn into an even nastier bruise.

"I mean, you were yelling at me, and saying that stuff and it made me angry if you hadn't started..." Luke started saying from the bathroom door.

"Don't you even dare say it's my fault!" Nate yelled back at him. "I might have talked to you that way knowing it would piss you off, but how else would I get your attention? You never speak to me anymore and you ignore me, and to top it all up you try to blame this on me? I might have yelled and pissed you off, but there's always a choice, and you chose to be a fucking dirtbag and get physical," Nate said before looking back at the mirror and going back to cleaning his face.

"So now I'm a fucking dirtbag? I am sick of this bullshit, I wish you would just leave and not come back!" Luke yelled at him, before running towards his bed.

Nate washed his face a little bit more, and then went out, got his jacket, backpack, and threw some clothes inside with the notebooks he needed to study a little more. When he got his back pack on he looked at Luke's bed and saw that he was lying on his stomach covering his head with his pillow. "Don't worry I've had enough of you and all of your bullshit," Nate said before he started walking towards the door.

Luke decided to take a look and saw him carrying his back pack and jacked and panicked. "Nate, I didn't really mean that thing about leaving... I mean..." he started to say.

"You never mean anything Luke I already know that," Nate said sternly without looking back and then he left the room. He went straight to the stairs without stopping to face any of the people that stopped and stared at the scrape on his face as he walked by. He got to the stairs and walked without stopping until he reached Martin's floor, then he walked all the way to his room and knocked on the door, hoping that he would be there. After a few seconds Martin opened the door and almost gasped when he saw Nate's face. "For the record I tried talking to him, so now it's your turn to keep your word, send my petition. Oh, can I crash here?" he asked before going in.

"That little shit, I'm going to..." Martin started saying before punching the door.

"Don't do anything, I already have enough in my head and I have to study a little more," Nate said harshly and Martin acquiesced, even though he really wanted to go down and break Luke's nose.

"Ok, but if he thinks he's going to get away with this..." Martin started saying.

"Don't start getting involved, the one thing you can do is tell him to get out of the room when I gather my stuff on Friday so I can just leave on Saturday... or maybe I can call Dylan and we can leave on Friday afternoon..." Nate told him.

"Ok, but my god I so want to kick his ass. Wait I'm going to get some stuff to clean that up, how did he do it?" Martin asked him.

"He threw one of his snow boots at my face, that's how. It looked like a fucking baseball. Now I remember he says he used to play baseball in junior high..." Nate said as he felt the swelling area of his face.

"God I'm gonna fucking kill him for this... ok so did you start anything or did he just blow up when you tried talking to him?" Martin asked.

"I tried talking to him but he used his i-pod to try and ignore me so I had to yell in his ear and then he started yelling at me and I at him and he threw the boot... he said it's my fault for making him angry..." Nate said looking at Martin as he knelt in front of him and started applying some alcohol to his face. Nate scrunched his face at the burning the alcohol caused.

"Sorry about that, but I gotta clean it, I am going to have a little talk with Luke once you're away, whether you like it or not, I've let him act like a fucktard for too long already," Martin told him.

"Whatever just do it when I'm not here ok?" Nate asked him.

"You can stay here as long as you want, I'm sure Brent won't mind," Martin told him.

"I hadn't even thought about Brent yet, I'm sorry Martin," Nate confessed.

"Do you really want to live in a different building and all?" Martin asked looking him in the eye.

"Well it would be nice to have you guys around, but I can't stay with him, not if things are going to stay this way anymore..." Nate told him.

"I know, I'll ask them to keep you in the building, I know of a few free rooms in Becca's floor, and I love you buddy, no matter what, I love Luke too, but he's being an asshole at the moment and he might be my cousin but you're my best friend," Martin told him.