Why you decided to bring him to the bathroom room at a party was beyond Nate, but he wasn’t complaining. He reaches out for your hips until you pull away and speak. Nate’s intentions were never good. As his childhood friend, finding out he was only using you for pity points made you nauseous.

“Look,” Nate insists as he drops his hands back to his side, “I like you, I do, I swear you’ve got it all wrong I wouldn’t do that. Is that how you see me?” He asks, his tone sharp and almost offended.