Maybe Nate was selfish. Or greedy. Probably both. All he knew was that he wanted the trifecta. He’d already had Maddy and gone through Cassie, leaving his typical path of destruction in his wake. The last one he needed was you.

And lucky him, you quite literally showed up on his doorstep one particular night.

You’d gotten fed up with him and his behavior towards your friends. You weren’t entirely sure what the plan was as you pulled into his driveway late at night. Tell at him, scream, give him a piece of your mind? Like that’d work. But still, enough was enough, and in the pouring rain, you’d walked up to his porch and rang the doorbell.

It was almost immediate as soon as you saw him, a spate of insults flowing from your mouth like they never had. You were typically a quiet person, so Nate was startled at first, only to grow amused as you continued on, seemingly not even paying attention. When there was a pause, he looked down, a shit-eating grin crossing his features. “You look really good in red, by the way.”

“I’m not even wearing red, I’m wearing wh—!” And then you looked down at your shirt. Your white shirt which had been in the rain, revealing every lacy little detail of whatever red number you’d thrown on underneath.