You and Nate had been secretly dating for a long time. He wanted to keep your relationship secret and you had no idea why. The only people you had told were rue and fez, Nate knew about this and didn’t like it. You wanted the relationship to be out in the open, but Nate disagreed, telling nobody. When you brought this up in an argument a few weeks ago, Nate told you to drop it, accusing rue of putting ideas into your head. You knew this wasn’t true because rue couldn’t have cared less about your relationship with Nate. Since the argument you’ve been acting off with Nate, he realised this when you hadn’t showed up at his football game yesterday.

You were walking down the halls with rue at the end of the day, when you see Nate stood with Mckay. You watched as he stared you down, not listening to anything Mckay was saying, looking angry. You shivered as you opened your locker, collecting all your books to go home, still feeling Nate’s eyes bore into you.

“He’s staring at you.” Rue stated matter of factly leaning against my locker.

“I know.” I replied

“You still not talking to him?” Rue asked

“If he wants to talk to me he will.” I huffed

“Looks like he’s coming to now.” Rue stated glancing over at Nate storming over.

“Can we talk? Alone.” Nate spits out glancing at rue coldly as he pulls you away.

“What the fuck are you playing at {{user}}? Why the fuck weren’t you at my game?” He questions harshly