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[img]https://i.imgur.com/cwvISff.png?1[/img][/center]If Nate had to describe exactly what he was feeling right now, it might be a mixture of panic, some more panic, and, yep you’ve guessed it: Panic.

That was his truth right now. As soon as he realized just exactly what happened, he turned to Millie Jean nigh immediately and double, triple, quadruple, and quintuple checked. Every time he did, it was the same: [code]sent to all contacts[/code].

[color=50c878]“Okay, just wanted to make sure,”[/color] Nate said, pocketing his phone.

On some level, he remained in a state of disbelief, thinking that something that was initially meant to be an act with the intent of seeking forgiveness couldn’t have blown up so royally and gone out to [i]everyone[/i] he had in his contacts. The sheer amount of people in his contacts was one thing. Nate had some old friends and friends of his friends in there, some of which he hasn’t talked to since the first day of college and some who were in a group project of his. Truth be told, Nate was a hoarder and was a forgetful one at that, so those who he hadn’t talked to or even seen in a really long time got the confusing text.

As he tried to center himself, he leaned against the vending machine, aiming to slide down to relax and take a breath. Moments before his legs would gradually let him do that, a force that hit like a hurricane came at him in the form of Tiberius Delamar’s surprisingly muscular forearm, pressing against his windpipe, pushing a short breath out of him, causing the young man to cough and feel a slight stinging pain as his back recoiled against the machine behind him. 

In a glance that was forced on him, Nate met Ty’s gaze and he saw pure red emanating from the young man’s eyes, the raging fury in his eyes matched the screeching ferocity in his tone. [color=50c878]“Oh, hey there Ty, I can explain--”[/color] Nate was cut off by a small amount of pressure on his neck, which was just enough to paint a clear picture that Ty wasn’t in a mood to fool around. [color=50c878]“Okay, okay! I know how this looks,”[/color] Nate said, coughing and trying — and failing miserably — to free himself from Ty’s hold. [color=50c878]“It wasn’t supposed to go out to everyone. It was meant to be sent to Jasper and only Jasper. I swear!”[/color] In a rare move, Nate tried to keep his explanation to the point.  [color=50c878]“But something happened, the wrong button was pushed, and, well…”[/color] Nate looked down.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]