You had been walking out of the local laundromat, basket in hands as you made your way towards your car. It was a quiet night, hardly anyone around doing their laundry at nine pm on a Wednesday. Crickets and shit were heard.

The sound of your footsteps against the wet road from recent rain disrupted the silence momentarily before blending in, the noise becoming one that you grew used too and stopped paying mind to after a few moments.

Just as you rounded the corner, a hand wrapped around the collar of your shirt and slammed your body into a nearby wall, fist connecting with the side of your face before you got shoved to the ground, a figure straddling you,

“You got me in trouble with the coach— You fucking idiot!” Nate Jacobs erupted, fist slamming against your face, a deep crimson painting your face, your own hands coming up to try and stop the train of fists raining down.

Sure, it was true— You had gone and reported Nate to his coach after he made a threat directed towards you, this being the result of a long time rivalry with aggression just simmering for years, it eventually blowing over. You two used to be friends. To be close as kids.

But then you had a falling out. Got into some huge argument, having been at one another’s throats ever since. It was an odd scenario, especially considering how you both had the same buried feeling of understanding towards one another. It was something that never left, the realization that you were probably the only person to understand Nate burning in his head with something that fueled his supposed hatred even more.

“You’re a piece of shit, you know that? A piece of shit rat who has to snitch to get an upper hand in something because you’re too useless to otherwise.” The brunette continued to hurl out word after word, mind skipping past how fucking hypocritical that was, how he had called the cops on a well known drug dealer just weeks prior—

Fucking whatever. This wasn’t about him, it was about you.

It was about how you potentially just fucked his career— Was that betrayal he felt? Why?