"Did you see her at the party on Saturday? She was all over Paris!
It was almost like, disgusting."
"Are you serious? I thought she only just broke up with Adam on
"She totally did. What a skank."
Nathan rolled is eyes at their mind-numbingly shallow conversation
and attempted to concentrate on his sketch that he had been working on. It
wasn't very skilled, seeing as he didn't have much talent for art, but he
And there he was. The man of the hour and subject that the masses
just simply could not stop discussing, Paris Falls. He'd apparently
participated in an orgy consisting of him and three girls on Kelly Martin's
kitchen table during the party she'd hosted the previous Saturday night.
Thanks to a horrendous concept commonly named alphabetical seating, Nathan
Faller was constantly seated next to him.
Everyone loved Paris. How could they not? He had an exotic name, he
modeled on the weekends for a fairly big name modeling agency, and he was
the captain of the state championship winning soccer team. Really, what
was there not to love?
Plenty, in the opinion of Nathan. He was a man-whore in every sense
of the word. Nate found it utterly disgusting. There was an instance
where he had received nine blow-jobs in less than four hours. He felt more
breasts in a day than Nathan had even seen in his entire life. The guy got
laid at least twice a day and everyone knew it. Why did no one else see
how completely revolting he was?
"How goes it, Fag-Boy?" Paris asked, leisurely sitting down in the
seat in front of Nathan and snatching away his sketch pad to examine the
drawing of a gnarled old tree, "What a nice little drawing."
"Hi, Paris," Nate replied, taking back his sketch with a bored, tired
sound to his voice, "Did you enjoy your weekend?"
The majority of Nathan's milk-chocolate brown, elbow-length hair was
pulled into a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck, but some of the
shorter chunks in his bangs fell forward, obscuring his eye-liner rimmed
eyes. Casually, Paris reached over and ran his fingers through the strands
of hair before tucking them behind Nathan's ear and flicking the small
diamond stud in Nate's pierced ear lobe.
With a large smirk on his lips, Paris murmured in softest possible
voice, "I wish that you were a real girl so I could fuck you're lovely
little body into a mattress."
Without even asking his teacher for a pass, Nathan stood up and left
the room. Behind him, Paris laughed so loudly that Nate could hear him at
the end of the hallway.
He went to the commons and bought a bottle of water then sat at a
Nathan was as feminine as a guy could possibly be without actually
being female. His hair went all the way down to his elbows and tickled the
small of his back when it was wet. He wore make up regularly and applied
it better than the majority of the girls in his school. Not only that, but
all of his clothes were very form-fitting and were in feminine colors like
pastels. He liked pastel colors. They accented his tan.
His parents had never been very accepting of his style and kept a
small fund going, putting money in a jar every so often. That was so when
he finally decided to change his choice in clothing, there would be money
to get him all new clothing quickly.
Nate just thought that was completely stupid. What was wrong with
the way he dressed? It wasn't like he was actually gay or anything. He
just liked.. feeling pretty.
To be called 'pretty' was like the ultimate compliment to Nate. It
had started when he was a kid and watched "Pretty in Pink" on TV one
Saturday. The idea of someone liking you so much as to ditch all of their
friends and be with you just because you were pretty was insane to him.
And he wanted that. He wanted some one who would give up everything just
to be with him. Maybe that would happen if he were pretty.
Unfortunately, girls did not think the same way. They did not want
'pretty'. Girls wanted hot, girls wanted sexy, girls wanted. Paris. They
all wanted Paris. Most of them had received a piece of Paris. None had
gotten all of him yet. But Paris was what they all wanted.
He went back to class to find that they were all going to the library
to work on a huge project that would work in to be a percentage of their
final. Nate hated it when they did things like that. Plus they had to
work in partners for their projects. Because Nate had been out of the room
when they were choosing partners, he got stuck with someone he didn't
"Hey, partner," Paris said to him as they all gathered their books
and headed down to the school library.
"Why you?" Nate groaned, "Of all of the people in the world, why