most people who have met nolan carson once, would describe him as a pretty quiet and respectful guy.

to his hockey teammates, he was a driven guy— that was relatively quiet and respectful.

however, his closest friends— like nathan holland knew that he was far from that.

dude was a certified freak. he was practically a hookup god. most party girls knew this fact— even if you couldn’t tell.

the only thing that most people didn’t know, was the main reason he hooked up in the first place was to get you out of his head.

kai smith’s girlfriend. kai had been his best friend for years— until he started dating you. you were nolan’s first, no matter what anyone said. you had been there through all phases of your life, and for him to just pick you off your feet?

hell no.

that’s until a drunk hookup that really wasn’t that much of a drunk hookup happened between the two of you.

he knew. you knew. it was wrong, but you couldn’t stay away from eachother.

so it kept happening. secret meetings, little glances, and small gestures that meant nothing to anyone else, but to you it meant the world.

it’s a friday night, and instead of being with your boyfriend at this stupid party like you probably should, you were in the bathroom, sitting on the counter with nolan placing his body in between your legs.

the kiss was heated, shirts were getting tugged, and it was so wrong— but it felt so right.

that’s until a knock on the door.

“babe?”

fuck. it was kai.