#nate001

Texting Jesse to find out when he’ll be done with his workout and if he wanted to go get pizza with Kian, Gabe slipped his phone back into his gym bag as he pulled his shirt back on over his head. Of course he’d interacted with Nate Shaw during the boxing club training, but given the Australian’s strained relationship with Jesse, Gabe preferred to steer clear. Acting as though he hadn’t just been texting the hedonist, he turned to Nate politely. “Good practice today," he mentioned, wondering if the junior would actually respond when the lights suddenly flickered for a moment. Frowning as he looked at the fluorescent fixtures above their heads, Gabe waited to see if anything else happened. 

Alice: I'm all pent and bruised.

Alice: Lets have some hate sex.

“So this is what it looks like upside down....” 

Why he was hanging from a tree by his leg strength alone, no one knew. Not even he, but he had the sudden desire to do so as he looks over to the league entrance from way up in this tree. The branch seemed durable, so falling down as unlikely. However, he had been looking at the building for long enough. Gently, he let himself fall and grip the next branch, before falling to his feet. Ironically, right in front of a near passerby sadly. Hopefully he did not scare him. 

                                       “You’re nervous.”

                  Caramel hues drifted back out the window once her soft-spoken tone resonated her thoughts aloud, eyes idly watching the tree line melt into one long pine-coloured swipe of a painter’s brush. It was the first couple of words breathed into the ether for the first time in a while. Not that it needed to be; their silences were never uncomfortable. They were charged, reflective, full. What an odd sensation for two souls who ‘detested’ each other so.

                   Ava was anxious too. Her fingers couldn’t stop moving, twitching, wringing in and out of each other with her tiny hands tangled in her lap. Maybe she shouldn’t have commented for the sake of feeling like a hypocrite herself, but her eyes couldn’t help but steel glances at his dark, pensive, brooding profile. To him, given their relationship, the observation spoken aloud probably sounded like some passive aggressive attack, but it wasn’t meant to be. She hated that it was bred out of worry more than anything, so the swift and subtle turn of her head to train her gaze out the window was more of a defensive mechanism than anything. Nate couldn’t see the way her brows brunched together, the way her doe-eyed gaze became clouded with betraying concern. He just couldn’t. So the next time she spoke, she wasn’t looking at him, in fear of her emotions betraying her, and the raven-haired boy catching that look in her eyes.