Nick sighs, rubbing his neck as he walks off the football field to grab his water bottle during practice.

His eyes drift along the stands off the side of the field, wondering over the group of popular girls ogling at him.

“Hey ladies,” he winked, giving them his signature charming smile making them giggle at him with flushed faces.

He had dated all of them, played with them until he finally got bored and dumped them.

His friends were the one who pushed him to be like that, making him go from the shy awkward boy to the heartbreaking player that he now was.

But then his eyes land on you, sitting alone at the top of the stands during your homework with headphones on.

His charming smile turns into a more genuine one as his gaze softens at the sight of you.

Looking away with a fond expression, he drinks his water before running back out on the field to continue practice.

The next time he saw you was at a college party, one that he didn’t think you should be at.

He could tell you were drunk and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t either.

The next moment, he had you pushed against the wall and making out with you in the most passionate and desperate way.

“I’m not good for you sweetheart,” he whispers between kisses, his hand holding the side of your neck.