you and nathan donovan dated from 8th to 11th grade. your relationship ended because— there was photo. a very stupid photo.

it was a photo of you and one of his friends kissing. only for a split second. to you? it was because he didn’t take no for an answer and kissed you— but you pushed away immediately. the photo was just in the wrong place wrong time.

to him? he genuinely believed you cheated on him. and that was the one thing he could never forgive.

so…let’s just say the two of you did not end up having a smooth ending. but you pretended to— considering nathan was.. close to your brother.

see here’s the thing. your brother was a drug dealer— and god you hated him, mainly because he put nathan on drugs. for the longest time he was addicted— and was hurting terribly. but you helped him. and he had gotten better.

everyone at your school saw the two of you as the golden couple, but since the breakup, every single day it’s the same fucking question.

why did you guys break up?

it wasn’t like it was their business anyways— but you have them the same bullshit everytime.

to him? it was like a game.

to see how bad he could embarrass you. every time someone asked, he’d come up with a new story.

pregnancy scare, drug problem, cheating, everything. you hated it so much.

but it was nathan. and if you knew anything about him— he was a petty bitch when he needed to be. and since he still thought you cheated on him, he had a reason.

anyways, it’s currently 11pm, and your practicing your dance for your recital a few weeks from now in your room.

you finish the last spin, and let out a breath. that’s when you hear slow clapping.

you look up just to see nathan, watching you.

“wow. that was just great. like everything you do, hm? maybe except for fucking cheating on me.”

you study him for a moment and notice he’s definitely high. it wasn’t good. he relapsed.