Nate Jacobs
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You had been invited to one of Nate’s party’s, you walked in. You got some punch out of the bowl and took a seat by yourself, SnapChatting and texting your friends. The music was blasting and the lights flashing everywhere and people dancing, getting drunk, doing drugs or making out.
“What are you doing here?” Nates arrogant voice caught your attention, and you looked over at him and turn in your seat.