Nathan Prescott

Shit. Shit. Shit. That cocky smile, the way his eyes were scanning her and the song. He knew something. He knew. He knew her secret. On her first mission she had already been caught. What on earth was she going to do with him? Lola tried her best to not let it show but it didn’t stop her eyes from being an open book as they widened in surprise from his question. He did know but Lola wouldn’t lie down easily and let him know fully it was her. As she saw him get closer, she licked her lips slowly before replying, bored “I’m not Irish, I’m English.” 

She watched him as he gently put her down on the bench, he was incredibly sweet about it and in moments like this, she got to see the shy side of him which made her even happier. As he spoke to the sand, Lola couldn’t help but scan his face before opening her folder quickly when he began to glance back up.  “It’s very simple, we contact the person and arrange something and you go out with them and if it doesn’t work, then that’s okay but if it does, success. I normally do three…” He doesn’t want a girlfriend, remember! “outings before I step out.”  “That’s sweet. My high school sweetheart-” Wow, was she really that old? So old that she was going through her own ‘when I was younger’ story? She stopped there, the story wasn’t that interesting and she wasn’t old.

Lola wasn’t taking her eyes of Nathan for a second, hearing Frank trying to keep his lunch in his stomach and not on the van’s floor. With her eyebrow raising in defiance, she watched him, her face turned quick to horrified, as he took the spit and swallowed it. She looked a second longer before she too was hunched over and trying not to be sick. That was so… gross!

She could hear the female acting like nothing had happened as Frank continued to not puke but Lola couldn’t care less to laugh at the woman’s innocence. She wanted off this stupid van and her body suddenly gained the energy she needed.

She screamed again, a loud wrenching scream exploded from her to gain all three of theirs attention as she thrashed about. “I want off! I want off! I want off! Just let me off! I don’t mean a n y t h i n g to you three! LET ME GO!” It was the equailvent of a two year old’s tantrum if it wasn’t so emotional and desperate for the situational but Lola refused to go out without a fight.

Lola raised an eyebrow that Alaska had questioned her but she quickly shrugged it off. It was a fair assumption to make, she did look like trouble. Pointing at one of the more reluctant cheerleaders, she stood back a little allowing room for Alaska to take the lighter off her. “It’s in her bra. She flicked it out earlier.” Lola stated unemotionally, as the bus around her began to scream out for mercy, for justice and for her to stop. So many demands. Lola tried to keep herself from shaking but it was hard when there  was so much noise around her. So much noise, she hated it. She just wanted it to stop. Her hand resting on one of the chairs, her nails gripped into the fabric, as she tried to stop letting all the screams get to and into her head. That was before it was all over. A shot rang out, silencing everyone as Lola checked over herself. She hadn’t been shot but she felt the adeline rush over her. Peace and quiet had begun, the only thing to be heard was her footsteps as she stepped around Alaska and walked towards her saviour, raising her hands in an almost silent begging request to be free. She mumbled a “thank you” softly.

It wasn’t hard to find Nathan Prescott, as soon as she mentioned the name to classmates, they were already pointing her in the right direction. Some out of fear and some wanting to see how this played out. Nathan Prescott from what she had gathered with everyone’s reactions was not some dweeb.  She found him sat by a computer in the library and she knew it was him as he was the only one in there. She composed herself a little, the mental paragraph she had formed in her head ready to be said at any moment, but as she patted his shoulder gently, she felt herself get suddenly very nervous. I mean, what could she really say? Change the card? Thank you for thinking my work was worth photographing but that isn’t good enough? She was now regretting even bothering the boy until he grumpily turned around. He was cute, that was her first thought, and a bit pissed off was her second but she was used to that but then her eyes focused on his singular hurt eye. His slightly purple eye. Her paragraph forgotten, she raised her arm to point, saying frankly “What the fuck happened to you?”

She couldn’t help but think his smile was a mask, his eyes showing the real emotion behind his intention but they looked so sad and she barely, well at all, knew him. Or did she? She didn’t it wise to reach out and say outrightly ‘do i know you? i have amnesia.’ but it kept playing at her mind. She decided to keep playing the local character. “Yeah, tell me about it.” He wasn’t wrong, from what she remembered it was hard to find a good coffee shop, especially for her. There was no space in her little book to say ‘i rate this coffee shop the best’ when there was so many people after her and she only had descriptions to go off. She had more important things in life to think about than what coffee shop she should go to but in this world of abnormal, she wanted a bit of normal to breathe into. The man spoke again, distracting her from her thoughts. “Err- I, um… I’m terrible at directions or even remotely being a tour guide. If anything, you’d be showing me the city.” Shit. How could she have so easily fallen into a trap? Her anxiety rising at the situation and now she didn’t know whether to lie or flee, this man either knew her and was calling her bluff or was just a simple cute guy who saw a blonde girl in a coffee shop and thought to speak to her. 

Lola heard the humming before she remotely even considered gazing at him. The line he was singing was playing in her own mind too, along with the movie clip of the whole town in shackles and starving in the cold, dark dungeon. Just like she would be if she looked at him because that is all it would take; one look and he would know for sure and it would all be over. But how could she not? She kept her cold glare as she slowly moved her head to face his, raising a sharp eyebrow in a silent question of what he wanted. 

Lola was still smiling at him, her feet waddling as quick as she could beside him despite her sinking with every step, until she saw where he was looking, her smile turning into shyness before seeing his smirk. “I didn’t know we were going- HEY!” Her yell of exclamation was short lived as Nathan calmly spoke to her, silencing her as she put her arms around him. He was stronger than she thought, her eyes going wide scanning over his frame which managed to carry her all the way to a bench. Her ears not catching a single word as her mind internal awwed at the gesture. He was a sweet kid really, despite what he wanted everyone to say. She forgot about the boys who had recently bothered him as she was placed onto the bench, a gentle “Thank you” from her lips in reply. “So… are we ready?”