Trust issues are characterized by fear of betrayal, abandonment, or manipulation. Mackenna knows all these things. She had seen this kind of shit before and she would be damned if she go through this all over again.
If you get hurt that badly, you...
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Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged.
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Now there's a couple versions of what happened that night. It all depends on who you ask and to be honest, i'm not always the most reliable narrator. But what i can tell is that almost all eyes were on Mac when she entered the room. Especially Nate's. I couldn't blame him. Mac looked great but what's new.
He looked even more closely when Mac started dancing with a boy.
Bitch can dance like J fucking Lo. How she moves her body to the loud music and stretches her hands in the air. Shit is sexy as fuck.
And it got even hotter as the guy took off his shirt and Mac started running her fingers over his muscular chest. Then she turns around and grinds her ass on his body.
I wish i was that guy and i know a lot of other people feel the same way.
Nate glared at his first ex-girlfriend while dancing with a girl himself.
Maddy fucked some guy in the pool and Mac fucked half a guy in the middle of the dance floor. It drove him crazy losing control like that.
Actually, he didn't care who fucks Maddy, he just cared that others don't saw him as a loser ex from the slut who was fucked in the pool.
Maddy was only a means to an end.
She's hot, - although not nearly as hot as Mac - when he's up for sex she's there and the bonus is he can make Mac jealous with her.
Even though she couldn't care less.
But other than that he doesn't give a single fuck to the Perez-Girl.
But he cared about Mackenna and he didn't like the fact that she's dancing with a other dick. Nate isn't dumb, he knows the guy wants her pussy. Just like every boy wants a piece of her.
He angrily grabed the wrist of the girl who's been kissing his torso the whole time and pulled her behind him.
"Come on, let's fuck."
The blonde-haired girl didn't hesitate and followed the quarterback happily.
When his ex-girlfriends were having fun, then he will have fun too and fuck some bitch from behind while thinking about Mac.
Nate is a motherfucking weirdo.
He made a long mental checklist of the things he liked and disliked about women. He liked tennis skirts and jean cut-offs, but not the kind so short you could see the pockets. He liked ballet flats and heels. He hated sneakers and dress shoes. What was fine with sandals, as long as they were worn with a fresh pedicure. He liked thigh gaps, hated cankles. He liked tan lines, long necks, slender shoulders. He liked good posture and fruit-scented body mist. He liked full lips, and small noses. He liked chokers, but the lacy ones with flower cutouts or delicate patterns. He hated girls who sat like boys, talked like boys, acted like boys. But there was nothing on planet Earth he hated more than body hair. That's one of the first things he noticed about Maddy. She was basically hairless. But funny thing is, most of it doesn't apply to Mac.
