everybody knew what nate’s type was, short, not a single strand of hair on her body besides her head, nice body, feminine. he hated the opposite of his type, masculine, hairy, dresses like a man, average height, imperfect body. though, you were the exception.

people in school described you as a masculine woman, they didn’t even know if you would be considered as a woman. you just looked like a masc lesbian, but you weren’t a masc lesbian.

some jock from school was throwing a house party with nate because of the victory that they had won— every single person in the school was invited and especially you. you were like nate’s little doll, you hated to admit it but nate was attracted to you and you were too.

nate made his way towards the giant backyard, where the pool and the beach was. probably to look at attractive women, to tease them and maybe because to see if you were in the pool with a bikini. he was wrong.

you were by the bonfire were a lot of people were chatting and flirting, and drinking.

he made his way towards the bonfire, his smile was forced like always as he sat down besides you. “good day.” nate let out a grunt, his gaze slowly turning to you.