you just saw nate’s camera roll, which was filled with intimate photos of random men or just men from the school you both go to.

it wasn’t intentional for you to find out, but you did.

nate saw you go through his camera roll, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed as he approached you, taking his phone away from your hands.

“are you fucking crazy?” he yelled — turning off his phone and putting it somewhere else as he looked down at you.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” nate proceeded.