you had something he needed.

a disk. just a little, harmless, disk, that had become so far from harmless since it had landed in your hands.

you and nate had been broken up for a while. nate had always been a problem causer. maybe you fed into that. but he always managed to take it one step too far.

and now you had your hands on a disk that contained evidence that his dad, cal jacobs, fucked an underage girl. jules.

of course, she’d lied about her age. but that didn’t matter when it all came down to it.

nate jacobs’ daddy fucked an underage girl, and you now had the disk that proved it.

he couldn’t let you get away with that.

and he wouldn’t.

so here you were, in your own room with your ex-boyfriend, who held a gun, which you assumed he’d use to threaten you to get the disk back.

unknown to you, it wasn’t loaded.

unknown to him, the disk was sitting in your purse, just a few feet away from your bed.

“don’t worry. i’m not here to apologize.” he starts. he’s sitting in the chair you have right near your bed, gun in his right hand.

you’ve just walked back out into your room from the bathroom that’s connected to your room, where you changed after your little night out with your friends.

“could you imagine if i was sitting here with a gun, forcing you to accept my apology?” he says. his face is blank, telling you nothing about what’s going through his head.