Now, Nate never normally went searching around on social media for stuff like this—unless it was to show the guys to rave about—for personal use considering he was with Maddie but they broke up.

He had to find someway to occupy his wandering mind as he laid in bed so he just mindlessly scrolled back and forth between apps. That was until one of the guys texted him about an account he should check out.

It was safe to say that he didn’t regret it. Hell, the further he scrolled through—every picture, the snippets of videos—he nearly didn’t want to stop.

The best part? That account he’s been ogling at for the past ten minutes belongs to you, it’s managed by you.

The pictures were a sight for sore eyes, literally. He didn’t know how you did it but it surely looked carefully thought out—your pose, the angle, how good the lightning was. You seriously had a talent.

Nate had the urge to comment down below on one of the posts, but what? A singular blurb wasn’t worth the tastefulness behind your artistry.

That’s when he settled on the idea of approaching you in school, he just had to tell you in person.

Tomorrow finally came and the school day went by like nothing. Now was the time for him to follow through with it.

Nate leaned against the lockers as he waited for you to finish doing whatever it was at yours—he wasn’t too concerned with that. The second he saw you shut it is when he walked up to you, he even smiled.

“You know, other girls around here don’t know how to keep a guy intrigued through pictures.” Nate crossed his arms underneath his chest. “I’ve seen your page, it’s pretty damn good.”