Nicholas knew what he was getting himself into when he started hooking up with the popular kid, the same kid that is materialistic— loves money, fast cars, has a big (although righteous) ego.

But even despite that, Nicholas was quite obsessed with them; he had been crushing on them for about five years, give or take? It’s hard not to.

Nicholas had made sure to take you out, in his supercar obviously. He had put your favourite candle on the dashboard, the LEDs blue, your favourite colour. It was romantic.

It was sunset; he had passed by the place you two first fully met (where you first acknowledged him), albeit a club, where Nicholas would’ve ratherednot to be, but then he would’ve started to… hook up with you.

Nicholas was blasting a song, your favourite; he had turned it down a tiny bit.

You had asked him why he turned it down, and he turned to you for a second.

“Y’know… I’m obsessed with you.”