“you look like a whore.”

your on and off situationships voice, nate jacobs, suddenly booms from your living room which sparks a gasp out of you since you had no idea he was at your house. the two of you were currently in a fight.

“where the fuck do you think you’re going, huh?” he stalks closer to you, jealousy written all over his face at the thought of anyone else seeing you as he checks out your bodily hungrily.