Thread: New Kid [Amigar & Fox Writer]

John would frown unhappily at the revelation that Anna shared about Nathan's father, glancing after the other boy as he thought about how it sounds like Nathan's dad is a much worse version of his own. He certainly does sound like a nasty piece of work. Though that does make Nathan's behavior make more sense now. But Nathan calling other people sluts like his dad does just seems so much worse. He sighed softly, and shook his head again. He would look back to Anna and pat her shoulder after she sighed when remembering her rebuffed attempts to continue her friendship with Nathan. You mean that goon squad that just ape his attitude? Yeah...they're pretty crap people.. He made a bit of a face as he remembered what some of them said. He'd smile back to Anna and raise a hand to wave goodbye to her. Seeya then, Anna! Sounds good, my mouth is already watering at the thought of home-made cookies. He would chuckle softly before heading home for a relaxing evening. John would glance between Nathan and the fence when he mentioned his dad wouldn't be able or willing to get over the fence in pursuit of Nathan. Still...he could come around it, it's not like there is a real lock on the gate.. He points towards the gate at the side of the house, with a simple latch closer. And still...even if you're just waiting for him to go pass out, no reason to wait outside in the dark. Then he would follow through on his previous plan to head inside, hoping Nathan would follow and the preparation to help him out. John would shut and lock the door after Nathan got inside, and return to the kitchen to flick on the stove light, so as not to draw too much attention but still have some light to work by. This would reveal that his nails were painted a muted red color now that he wasn't at school and wouldn't be there again until monday. John didn't even think about that fact as he started to get the cut ointment for Nathan's scratches. I'm not pretending....my dad wasn't as bad as yours sounded..he never touched me, but he did say some terrible things.. He frowned softly in concentration and remembering, but also in concentration as he would attempt to apply the ointment to John's scratches. I thought how you started acting towards the end of school today seemed familiar. When mom and dad were together still, and before we moved, I got the same way a lot. Just....pulling away from everyone, 'cause I knew my dad was going to say lots of hurtful things to me, and about my mom, when I got home. He always blamed her for.....well, everything about me, honestly.. He sighed, then after getting the ointment applied, he'd pull out the cold pack, and crack the chemical pack inside and shake it up gently until he felt it start to get cold. Then he would slowly and carefully reach out with it to press the pack against his black eye using his left hand, and try to gently set his right hand against Nathan's backshoulder. I don't think anyone deserves to be treated like that, whether it's from physical abuse, or just verbal like I had to deal with..here, hold the ice pack, I'll get a wash cloth to clean you up a bit, and see if the there is a bag of frozen peas to help with the bruise on your arm.. He would turn to step over to the fridge, rummaging through the freezer portion and finding the aforementioned peas. On his way back across the kitchen, he pulls out one of the drawers near the sink for a washcloth, knowing they were there since he'd been the one doing most of the unpacking and organizing of the house, since his mom has been working from morning to night all week. He collects a bowl and half-fills it with cold water as he returned to Nathan. He set the peas on the table in front of him, and would indicate he should put his arm on them, before wetting the corner of the cloth to start dabbing gently at Nathan's lip. It isn't pity! It's compassion for another person, alright? You're not your father, no reason to be an ass like him..now shut up and let me help, unless you have something to say that doesn't sound like that jackass that's still next door. He would sigh and shake his head, wondering what exactly could be done about this situation, since it seemed as if Nathan's dad was important enough to be able to scare teachers into inaction, even legal-wise against him. He couldn't really think of anything that he could do to make things less worse for Nathan than just treating his wounds, at least the visible ones he could see, and maybe the emotional ones that were only visible in Nathan's actions, attitude and words.