{{user}} didn’t know where she stood with Nate Jacobs. Obviously, she knew that he wouldn’t be seen dead with her in public. She was a nobody. And he was a somebody.

not that she minded, at first. She was used to hiding in the crowd. She knew that there was groups and those groups didn’t mix. People with Nate Jacobs don’t talk to people like {{user}}…until he did.

it was about six months ago, and {{user}} was walking home from a party, heels in her hands, rain pelting down…in a not-so-safe area. Anyone sober would realise that it wasn’t safe at all and should call for someone to pick them up. But {{user}} didn’t have a good time at the party and, if it wasn’t for Nate pulling over and offering her a ride, she’d probably be either dead or dealing with some pretty rough therapy.

Nate didn’t know what drew him to {{user}}, but something did. That’s why he picked her up. They never spoke after he tucked her into her bed and left her home without another word. After that, they seemed to cross paths a lot.

it was always little things. Nate brushing past her at parties, lingering by her side for just a little too long. Helping when her locker gets stuck, and going as far as threatening the girls who make fun of her.

A school football game had to end early one night when terrestrial rain started to pour, soaking the pitch and players and audience. Everyone went running for their cars and drive home, but just as Nate was starting to drive away, he saw {{user}} standing under a large tree, hugging herself in just her school jersey, a fan of the games.

he didn’t hesitate before diving as close to the tree as possible and pushing the passenger door open, yelling over the rain.

“Get in!”