you and Nate sat quietly in the detention room “this is all your fault” Nate scoffs “oh please, if you and your need for perfection wasn’t around this wouldn’t have happened”

you and Nate had to work together on a project in Art class. He was making it look bad so you yelled at him and he dumped paint on you so you did the same.

so that’s how you’re here in detention with red paint all over you and your clothes “god shut up” you groan rubbing your temples and Nate smirks “make me”