#ew hes so toxic KGSJSGS

[ameliasbitvh]

Nate treating you bad or something then acting like he doesn’t care when he sees you moving on from him

AHHHGGHSJSH LOVE TGIS

also im sorry this is so long 😭

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"stop being a nosy bitch, y/n!" he yelled, his hands snatching his phone from your hands.

"how am i being a nosy bitch if you're the one talking to all these hoes?!" you fought back, not letting a single tear escape your eyes. no way in hell would you let nate jacobs see you cry over him, again.

"i'm not! you're crazy!" he barked out, accusing you.

"i'm crazy? you're crazy! all you do is drive me fucking crazy! give me your fucking phone nate."

"no, why do you need it?"

"to see if you're fucking lying."

"you should just fucking trust me, y/n. it's not that damn hard."

"oh, trust me it's hard when it comes to you. if you're not lying give me your phone."

he thought about it for a moment. why should he owe you anything? especially his phone, honesty, and loyalty. he doesn't. so he wasn't about to give you his damn phone.

"nate just — please..." you pleaded, you were tipping off the peak of your cliff. god, the tears were spilling. you knew he wasn't loyal, but something in the back if your mind always told you, 'he'll change, just give him time.' and you've have him time, a whole damn year and two months.

he saw those tears stream down your pretty eyes, decorating your cheeks with smeared makeup. he admired your beauty, even in your worst you still were the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes on.

taking a step forward towards you, his hand brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. his hand slowly cupping your jaw, his lips ghosted your ear as he leaned in. "i'm sorry, forgive me. i won't do it again."

and right then and there you knew he wouldn't change. you two weeks ago would have fell for his shitty bait and trap, thinking he had empathy. but you now? not now. not ever. you'd never fall for his games again.

you felt anger, sadness; the fact that you had shown him your vulnerability, love and passion. all for this in return. it surged through your body at once, you immediately pushed him off of you.

"you fucking bitch, im gonna fucking kill you!" you cried, weakly punching his chest. all you felt was this pain, the pain he caused. and all you wished was for it to project out onto him.

"i hate you, i hate you, i hate you," those repeated like a mantra as you pounded his chest, tears streaming down your face.

"y/n, look at me — damn it just look at me!" he shook you, your eyes moving up to meet his staring down at you. it's as if you saw a sliver of empathy in his eyes, impossible.

"i fucking hate you, nate jacobs."

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and that was the last time he'd see you. of course he would see you at school, but never out of it. people weren't shocked when they heard you both broke up, it was an ongoing cycle. but what shocked them is when you started talking to mcaky, he and cassie didn't work out. because she was fucking nate.

so the both of you really just had each other in the time.

you knew you'd be judged from being with nate, moving onto mckay: a homie hopper. but you didn't care.

chris was soft, loving and kind; he knew what he had when he had it. nate didn't.

"have you guys heard?" kat asked jules and maddy as they walked down the halls of the school.

"heard what, kat?" maddy asked, her usual facial expressions coming out. jules nodded her head, wanting to know as well.

"i heard y/n's with mckay now!" the dark haired girl exclaimed, her hands gripping her back pack straps.

"oh my god that whore! ugh i love her for that!" maddy laughed, head thrown back.

"no way —" jules started.

oh, yes way, jules.

and that's how it all traveled around to nate.

his fists clenched as his teeth gritted against each other, his hand slammed against the lockers in the locker room.

"alright, does anyone know where the fuck mckay is?!" he barked out, the boys in the room were silent, until a dirty blonde spoke out. "i heard he's on the football field with..."

"jesus fucking christ." the brunette exclaimed, pulling a shirt over his head before storming out.

finally he arrived at the football field, just to see you and chris laying on the grass, hands intertwined, noses touching as you both smiled like idiots.

and that about just did it.

he stormed over pulling mckay by his collar. "man, what the fuck!" the dark skin boy exclaimed, trying to push nate off.

"what about you, huh? trying to get my sloppy seconds? don't fucking touch her, mckay." the brunette growled, a hand wrapped around his neck the other punching the shit out of him.

"nate get the fuck off of him!" you yelled, hands pushing him off. "get *push* off *push* you *push* cunt!"

getting irritated of you he got off of him, "what the fuck, y/n?! mckay out of all people!"

"well, what the fuck nate, cassie out of all people!" you yelled back.

"you don't fucking know the whole story."

"oh yeah. i don't know the whole story of how you fucked her on new years, shut the fuck up." you barked out.

you immediately fell onto your knees in front of mckay, "hey, hey, it's okay. i'll get you to the —"

"get the fuck away from him." nate bit out, his breathing heavy.

you ignored him, continuing to console the boy in front of you.

"y/n don't ignore me!" he was mad.

"you're talking to nobody but yourself." you finally respond.

and you were right.

so maybe that's why he was in his room, talking to nothing but the white wall in front of him.