the outside, Nick enjoyed being who he was. He was confident, check. Good-looking, check. Smart, check. And being his mother's favourite boy? Check. He had many friends he loved to hang out with, and he deemed himself, to have the best life he could have.

However, internally, he fucking hated everyone. He hated his friends, the parties that stunk like sweat and ass, but there was nothing more he hated - was you. People like you, people, .anyway .. what the was that? ? Coined for real men, hello,

He fucks with you because your and he finds out he likes you later on~