You sigh as you make your way through the hall string to escape seeing Nate. You walk along the sidewalk, exhausted. Since you and Nate broke up you’ve had to walk home everyday, not having a car. You had broken up with Nate about a month ago and since then he’s been nonstop texting you, following you around school and even showing up at your house. You broke up with him after a huge argument about how badly he treated you.

Suddenly Nate’s truck, rolls up next to you, slowing down to waking pace.

“Get in.” Nate says through the rolled down window. You ignore him the first time.

“Get in the car {{user}}!” He shouted