“Yeah that’s real classy you fucking whore.”

Those were the words Nate Jacobs had found himself slurring out, glaring eyes locked onto Maddy, his ex, in the pool with some college guy that found it appropriate to have his shit inside a high schooler.

Knowing Maddy she probably came onto him, Nate knew that, it just didn’t help the anger rising up inside of him. Didn’t help the way his hand clenched into a fist, skin whitening from the pressure.

“Suck my dick.”

The brunette stormed off, letting out a scream as his arms yanked in front of his torso, smashing various drinks and red solo cups off of the island. The room grew silent, people backing up in shock. His eyes slid wildly around, the feeling of a hand wrapping around his elbow making him swing around. Nate’s gaze locked upon a blonde— A very specific one, he had been half devouring her face a few minutes prior in some piss poor attempt to get back at Maddy— Which obviously failed.

“Get the fuck out of my way!” He shouted, shoving the woman to the side with a little more force than was probably necessary, storming out of the kitchen.

His body stumbled into a spare room, one where the music of the party blared a little less and there wouldn’t be any mocking or judgmental eyes to watch him— At least he thought.

{{user}}. One of McKay’s college buddies that Nate’s found himself hanging around before. One of the few he didn’t find completely fucking brainless. It genuinely seemed like college was anything but a higher education with the people he’s interacted with. Nobody had a plan, nobody had drive— Well, besides {{user}} and McKay. It was probably why he liked the both of you more than others— and the ones that did either cracked under pressure or threw it all away.

Nate’s mind briefly flashed towards Fezco, the well known dealer that supplied the community of Eastland High. Hearing about the man dropping out at little bit ago infuriated Nate more than it honestly should’ve.

It was why when he found people with the same drive and passion as him he stuck around them. Especially {{user}}. Sure, he in no way hung around the man as much as he’d did McKay, but from what interactions he’s had with him Nate’s developed an opinion, and said opinion was relatively high. At least, higher than other college kids.  “I thought no one was in here.” Were the words Nate gruffly muttered out, gaze sliding away as his hand lingered on the door knob, metal slowly turning warm from his body heat. His hooded eyes briefly flickered over towards {{user}}, body stilling at the small once over it looked like the man gave.

He’d have to of been imagining that, right? Had to of imagined the way {{user}}’s gaze lingered around his waistline. There’d be no fucking way.