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Natheniel looked out the window so he wouldn't have to see her tears. He hated making girls cry... "I probably am."
"Why did oyu do that to me? Why?" she wanted to know, her whole body shaking.
"Why?" Natheniel turned to look at her again, crossing his arms. "Because you always talk down to me. Like I'm some stupid kid that's always in your way. I probably am in your way, but I still hate when you talk like that."
"Why?" Natheniel turned to look at her again, crossing his arms. "Because you always talk down to me. Like I'm some stupid kid that's always in your way. I probably am in your way, but I still hate when you talk like that."
"How should I talk, then? Like I;m halfway in love with you??" Whitney wanted to know stubbornly, now back to her old arrogant, haughty self.
Natheniel sighed and waved her away, exasperated. "Forget it. Just go away so I can get dressed."
Natheniel sighed and waved her away, exasperated. "Forget it. Just go away so I can get dressed."
Whitney turned and ran out of the room. She suddenly ran into Marie, sho looked at her closely. "Oh, hun. Bring it here." Whit burst into tears and fell ont he other igrls shoudler in sobs..
Natheniel could hear her crying outside his room, and sighed. Maybe he was a stupid kid, after all. He pulled on his clothes and flopped back into bed, unsure of what to do.
Marie sent her to her room and knockd on Nathaniel's door.
Natheniel didn't bother getting up. Surely whoever it was could open a door. "What?"
Marie stepped in. "SIr, I want to explain a few things about Whit, if I may," she told him eagerly.
"I didn't mean to make her upset," Natheniel muttered, sitting up and frowning out the window. "I can't help that I'm an idiot."
"Whitney deserved it. She's always trying to cover up how much she likes you," she told him. "She was abused by her father, just fyi, so that's why shes so sensitive."
"Whitney deserved it. She's always trying to cover up how much she likes you," she told him. "She was abused by her father, just fyi, so that's why shes so sensitive."
"Oh..." Natheniel fiddled with the hem of his shirt, feeling awful. She liked him? It sure didn't seem like it.
Marie smiled. "She thinks htat if she plays hard to get, you'll treat her different than your other wh*res." She began to straighten up the bed.
"Right..." Natheniel jumped off the bed as she started to straighten it, and began to walk out of the room. "That food on the tray - you can go ahead and eat that. Whitney brought it up, but... I'm in the mood for something different."
She looked at him in shock. "But, surely you know, I dont ear-" she cut herself off. "I mean, I don't really eat that kind of rich food."
Natheniel gave her a weird look. "Why? Is it poisoned or something?" he teased, smirking. "I'm just saying, you can if you want."
