Nate played about a lot of things but never his girl. He cane by your house to pick up his stash for his sales tonight when he saw you hanging out with two other girls on the couch. You never drank but here you were with these two random girls he never seen before, drunk off your ass.

He came in, telling the two girls to get out when they caught an attitude with him. He pulled his shirt up, flashing his strap which scared them enough to shut up and leave. His gaze fell on you, slumped on the couch and drunk as hell.

“The hell are you doing?”