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Fourth Floor Common Room | Evening | Monday | June 27

It was nice to be back in the dorms where there were walls and doors and bed that he didn't nearly roll off of every single goddamn morning. It was nice to be able to go down the hall and flop down on a comfortable sofa instead of sitting his ass down on a log and risking splinters in that unpadded area. Yes, he had a flat ass, what of it? It came with the skinniness.

In Nathan's opinion, dorms were much better than cabins and, to him, his opinion was gospel. The telly was on but Nathan wasn't really paying attention to the dill, boring drone of the news. He'd gotten an interesting text from Kelly telling him about their new probation worker (called Shaun, apparently) and how he hadn't tried to kill anyone yet. Sally was still missing in action, apparently. Nathan texted Kelly to ask Simon about that because he had the sneaking suspicion that the little pervert was keeping her in his closet but Kelly just told him to shut the fuck up and be nice.

Nathan scoffed at that text and was now trying to get Kelly to admit she missed him. It wasn't going well. And eventually, he got bored and start channel surfing while he waited for Kelly to stop being such a fucking stick in the mud.

"God, I should just read a book if this shit is all the choice I have to watch," he muttered and made a face as he kept flipping channels.

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"It's like she's speaking in tongues," Ramona offered. "I thought she was, like, Swedish initially."

"Kelly's pretty cool," Nathan said honestly. "She actually made me dinner once after I'd been eating shit out of vending machines for awhile. Chicken nuggets. They were truly orgasmic too."

"There's a joke in there about sauce but I'm a lady and I'm going to leave it alone," she decided. "She seemed nice enough at your funeral, anyway."

"Don't judge a book by its cover," Nathan said and laughed at something only he seemed to know. "I'm pretty sure Kelly would beat the shit out of you, piss on your face and strut away like a fucking boss."

"She could try," Ramona said, raising a brow a little cockily.

"Why are you always trying to start fights with girls I know?" Nathan asked, only half serious. "Are you trying to plow the road so you have a clear shot?"

"It sounds like Kelly started this one," Ramona pointed out mildly. "I'm not 'always' starting fights with anyone."

"You are aggressive though," Nathan said plainly. "You gonna deny that one? You gonna deny that you like to push me around and toss me down and maybe grab my hair and make me your bitch?"

Okay, he was mostly kidding.

"You haven't even seen aggressive yet," she said, laughing softly and shaking her head. "But shh. I'm trying to be better, but everyone has certain tendencies."

"You're trying to be better?" Nathan repeated, shaking his head. "No, no, no. Don't go straight on me! Seriously, I feel like the only person that's willing to color outside the lines. Everyone's too good here!"

"I didn't say I'm trying to be good," she corrected. "Just not as crappy as I was. You don't know. This is better."

"Why don't I know?" Nathan asked, curious about that. "Why don't I know how crappy you used to be? Is that some big secret that I don't get to know because knowing might unlock the great mysteries of the known world?"

"You don't know because I've just never told you," she replied, shrugging. "I have reasons."

"And they are?" Nathan asked because that sounded like it called for prompting.

"Not for sharing," she replied, reaching for the remote.

Like she was going to tell him about how quick she'd left Lucas for Todd? In light of everything he'd already gone through and how much things kinda felt in limbo with them? Yeah, no.

The violence she might eventually share.

Yeah, Nathan yanked the remote away from her and held it up in the air. "Not for sharing why? Is it something dirty? Illegal? It was illegal shit, wasn't it? Did you used to be some high priced whore or something?"

"Gross. No," she said, trying to grab the remote still. She was tall and she'd climb on him if she had to. "No, nothing illegal. I mean, little stuff, but nothing that big. I just...used to be kind of a bitch."

"And you're not still kind of a bitch?" Nathan asked, sitting up a little more so he could keep the remote out of her reach.

"Trying to be better," she repeated, actually climbing into his lap to tug on his arm and pull the remote closer. "Unless you disagree and would argue that I'm totally a bitch."

Careful, Nathan.

"I don't think I said totally a bitch," he laughed, yanking the remote down to try and shove behind his back to keep away from her for a little longer. "I said kind of a bitch, didn't I? Totally indicated that you don't have one bit of goodness in you. Kind of means you're part bitch but who isn't?"

"It's different," she said, trying to reach around him now and laughing a little. "I'm not a bitch like how I used to be. I'm not gonna get soft on you. Don't worry."

Nathan tried to push his hips up enough to stick the remote down the back of his pants. He wasn't going under the boxers so no one could get all 'ew, gross' at him.

"I still wanna know about the formerly bitchy you," he said, trying to grab her wrists to keep them away from the remote.

She let him take her wrists, though she pushed against his grip to test it. "Well. Learn to live with disappointment."

"Man, it must have been something really fucking bad," he said and put all the strength he had behind holding her wrists away from him. "That or really fucking embarrassing. Did you used to be a dude? Did you used to have a dick hanging down low between your legs?"

"I'm all woman, baby, and always have been," Ramona said, laughing a little. "No, it's nothing huge. I just... don't like myself back then."

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