Chapter Four

When night had befallen Blackwell Academy, (Y/N) crawled out of bed. He had been careful of not awakening Nathan, though. He didn't want to, anyway. He figured that the brunet boy should rest, especially after rescuing him from Mark Jefferson. "Great! That bastard bruised me," (Y/N) grumbled, while touching his battered lip, as his (H/C) eyebrows knitted together in frustration. "But, I should take a picture of it. If I'm going to report him, I'll need evidence against him."

Upon unlocking his phone, (Y/N) snapped pictures of his bruised lip. He saved and locked them in his phone, then. He didn't want to accidently delete the pictures, after all. He needed them to have a case against Mark Jefferson, especially since people probably won't believe him. He hadn't even believed Nathan, not even when Nathan said Jefferson is dangerous. He still trusted Nathan enough and dropped out of Jefferson's photography class, but believed Nathan's claim about Jefferson only when he had been attacked. "Should I get more evidence against him? Or, should I just report him right away?" (Y/N) wondered, while chewing his lower lip, as his (E/C) orbs spotted Nathan's camera. "I hope he doesn't mind me ... snooping. I mean, I just want to see how my pictures turned out."

Once he had grabbed Nathan's camera, (Y/N) started scrolling through the pictures. He came across some scenic shots of flowers and trees. He also saw several shots of Nathan and Victoria together in class. He knows that they're best friends, but (Y/N) can't help thinking that Victoria has feelings for Nathan. That thought makes him feel conflicted and jealous, especially since Victoria has been in Nathan's life longer than he has. "Oh! I finally found my pictures!" (Y/N) grinned, while blushing and hugging Nathan's camera, as nervous butterflied fluttered around in his stomach. "He has more pictures of me in his camera. Take that, Victoria!"

However, (Y/N) soon saw something strange sitting atop Nathan's desk. He reached out and took the bottles of prescribed medications into his hands. He couldn't understand why Nathan needed Diazepam and Risperidone. He looked towards the brunet boy, then. He was still sleeping soundlessly in bed, which made sense now. That's because drowsiness is a common side effect of Diazepam and Risperidone, especially if combined together. "Diazepam is used to treat anxiety disorders, alcohol withdrawal symptoms, muscle spasms, and seizures," (Y/N) read, while Googling Risperidone next into his phone, as he peered over at Nathan again. "Risperidone is an antipsychotic medication to treat schizophrenia and symptoms of bipolar disorder (manic depression)."

Yet, (Y/N) was soon caught. He blushed and bit his lower lip. He could barely look into Nathan's eyes. He was ashamed of himself, especially since he had been digging through Nathan's private and personal paraphernalia. It didn't seem like Nathan was upset, though. The brunet just sighed and laid back down, with one arm covering his beautiful blue eyes and the other dangling down and touching the floor. "You don't have to apologize. Because, I'm kind of glad you found out on your own," Nathan admitted, while (Y/N) lowered his head in sympathy, as Nathan laughed bitterly at himself. "Well ... You know now just how messed up I am. Right, babe?"

Even so, (Y/N) walked towards Nathan and grabbed his hand. He hugged Nathan's dangling arm. He cares about Nathan, especially since Nathan warned him about Mark Jefferson, but also saved him from Jefferson, too. He smiled and squeezed shut his (E/C) eyes, just when Nathan yanked him into bed again. He fell and landed on top of Nathan, with his body in a suggestive straddling position. "I don't care. You're still my hero," (Y/N) confessed, while blushing and snuggling himself in-between Nathan's legs, as his head settled atop Nathan's chest. "Those pills don't define you, not even the rumors about you – just our love defines you, Nathan."

As Nathan chuckled and threaded through his hair, (Y/N) sighed in bliss and blushed furiously. He was then turned to his back. He gasped in surprise, but still tilted his head upwards. He allowed Nathan to shower his neck with kisses and love bites, not wanting Nathan to stop, either. He moaned and clutched tightly to Nathan's shoulders, especially because Nathan found his weak spot. "I won't let you leave me," Nathan claimed, while brushing his lips against (Y/N)'s, as his lips next brushed against (Y/N)'s heart. "You're mine. Because, I love you, (Y/N)."

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