[center][color=00aeef][h3]Nathan Wagner: The Lost Prince[/h3][/color]
[color=00aeef]Location:[/color] El Jefe Beach
[color=00aeef]Interacting with:[/color] Issac  (Talking to) [@Klaykid], Marshall (Mentioned), Art (mentioned)
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[center] [i]Going to the gym makes me the happiest.

I love the blue and red foam mats that cushion the gym floor.

The loud blaring music that blasts from the gyms loudspeakers makes me feel like smiling all the time.

I love the smell of workout sweat.

Going to the gym makes me the happiest.

Jabs, Crosses, Hooks, Upper Cuts,

And Punching the Heavy Weight Bag makes me feel like the happiest male on the earth. 

It's throwing on Boxing Gloves and working out at the Boxing Gym that makes me feel so alive and also the happiest.[/i][/center]


Nate never really feared anything. His grandfather had always taught him to keep a strong exterior or else people would judge him for his weakness.  Nate would not charge headlong into danger, but he would not stand down from anything. People were judged on how they acted around others. That meant that Nate had to keep his face as neutral as possible. That meant that no one would ever be able to judge him even though everyone seemed to have an opinion about Nathan Wagner.  His whole life people had been judging him for almost nothing. Nate had learned from an early age how to deal with all of it. It always helped him to remind himself where he stood with everyone.
Marshall saw him as his horrid ex-boyfriend. During their relationship, Nate had thought he had done everything right but that had never seemed to be enough for Marshall. Nate had always gotten the impression that Marshall had expected something out of a romance novel. Like there would be billowing open shirts and shmaltzy romance everywhere you looked. Their breakup was a mutual thing since Nate had expected quite a lot from Marshall. Nate had deep seated issues with relationships since all his had turned south. Nate honestly felt like he had smothered   Marshall with his need to hold onto what little good things he had left. That meant that they both had a hand in the destruction of the relationship. He knew that they would never get back together and that bothered him for some reason. Marshall had helped him get through some issues and Nate would always be grateful for that. His relationship with Marshall was still a bit bittersweet and it did bother him that they had ended for next to nothing. 
Then the rest just saw him as a person to be ignored. It did appear that despite his best efforts, most people did not care for him. Nate generally was a nice guy but, yet this group gave him the cold shoulder. It was not as if he was an unpleasant person, but most people seemed to see right through him. Most people in the school tended look the other way when he was around. Most of his friends barely knew the real him. The only person he could talk to was his piano teacher, Art. Perhaps it was because the other guy could not see. Nate honestly would tell the blind young man whatever was bothering him and not feel like he was being judged. That felt nice to not be on the receiving end of being judged.  Nate still didn’t know why he was learning to play the piano, but it made him feel classy and it was an excuse to get out of the house. Any excuse was a good excuse for Nate regardless of what the need was. Part of him was wondering if Art would show up to a place like this. 

Then there was the guy in front of him right now. Isaac seemed to be of the decent sort of person. Nate usually could tell what kind of person they were just by looking at them. Isaac just seemed to be the honest kind which Nate respected. The man looked like he was carved out of angry marble, but Nate was liking what he was reading. Nate was pretty sure he had seen Isaac at the Combat Club which earned him huge amounts of points in Nate’s book. The fact that he could hold his own in a brawl was Nate’s measure of a real man. His physique was not horrible on the eyes but everything about him screamed straight which was quite the shame. Still, Nate knew how to control himself with straight people and the like. He could have guy friends without trying to make out with them though it was quite difficult when he rarely got drunk.

Nate let out a good-natured laugh when he saw Isaac’s reaction to the beer. “[color=00aeef]I am gonna guess you ain’t much of a beer drinker? Funny thing is neither am I. That’s why I offered it to you. “[/color] He admitted with a sheepish grin. It was clear that Nate had no intention of drinking the beer or anything like that. 

Nate shook the offered hand with a genuine look of interest. “[color=00aeef] I like to think that I am good at reading people. Seems I was right with you. I am pretty sure I saw you at the 365 Combat Club, right? I tend not to forget people who go there, and I am always down for a spar or two. I like to challenge myself even I am sure I would lose. Only chance I would have at beating you would be to get you off your feet which I imagine would be hard.”[/color] Nate joked feeling like his old self again. Maybe things were turning up for him. 

Perhaps this party was not a bust after all.