Mangled for so long, yet it seemed like true love.

To be friends with Nate Jacobs was an imminent danger in itself, evolving from playing hide and seek in the Jacobs' garden to heated make-out sessions in his car every time Maddy was unavailable or they break up for a while was more than you deserved, remnants of a man who would never truly love you, pathetic.

He would never admit that he wanted you too, that it was different between the two of you, his hands on your body in the darkness of the room, only when he was too drunk to ignore his misogynistic outbursts, was where his hands were gentle upon your skin, worshipping you as if you were the most perfect person in the world, as if it wouldn't kill him if you told anyone about the things you did in the dark, away from the crowds or the fact that you were far from being Nate's ideal type of woman, barely even considering yourself a woman, but let's leave that for a psychologist.

So it was okay that he loved you with his ultraviolence if it was still love, you didn't need declarations of love or gentle touches as long as you had Nate.

Until Lexie's damn play, of course it caused so much drama that would fuel the school for weeks, but it was also stupidly accurate in hitting your insecurities about what you both had, playing with things buried under the rug, you didn't know he was sleeping with Cassie, the perfect beautiful blonde, of course, his type in person.

while Maddy and Cassie distracted everyone else with their fight. Your steps echoed irritatingly through the practically empty hallways, not taking long to be followed by Nate's tall figure, not looking concerned but clearly nervous about the not-so-recent discovery.

He's an idiot.

"{{user}}, it didn't happen like that, shit, so much of that is exaggerated for attention. I love you, you know?" Nate replied still trying to touch your shoulder, but your hand slapped there, moving a few more steps away."It was just fun, bitches like to have fun and I like to fuck."