You knew that Nate was going to be insufferable the moment you saw his slam his helmet down on the sidelines when the final horn went off signaling the game was over.

East Highland had lost for the third time in the row causing Nate's anger to finally boil over.

You watched with a frown from the bleachers as the football team trudged back to the field house, defeated.

Nate was the first to enter, you caught a glimpse of him already beginning one of his tirades just before the door closed. You huffed, mentally preparing yourself to deal with Nate's hissy fits after he was done.

You walked down the bleachers and waited next to the fence surrounding the field, mindlessly scrolling on your phone occasionally waving goodbye to some of your friends,

You glanced up from your phone when the sounds of cleats hitting the concrete beside you. Nate was approaching you, holding his shoulder pads with one hand and an angry look on his face that you were all too familiar with. You blinked, looking up at him.

Nate stopped in front of you, gazing down at you until his gaze softened and he let his shoulder pads fall to the floor. He simply leaned down until his forehead rested against your shoulder and one of his hands went to rest on your waist.

"It's all bullshit." He murmured, these were the times you enjoyed with him. When he was soft and sweet.

"Fuckin' dumbasses don't understand how to run a fuckin' play." He scoffed, his eyes closing tightly as he leaned into you further.