"he hit me and it felt like a kiss"
in which blair hartley falls in love with nate jacobs, but her constant suicide attempts and his abuse test their relationship.
euphoria
oc x nate jacobs
july 2024
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NO MATTER HOW MANY SMILES NATE had given blair in the halls and the classes they shared, it never calmed her nerves when she had to sit next to him.
he was so tall and strong that he could probably kill her if he wanted to. she could just imagine being trapped by him, with no way to escape.
she quickly tried the brush the thought away as she sat down next to him. they had a substitute and they were told to copy down the notes that had been sent to them.
blair pulled out her laptop and book and easily found the email. she groaned at the length of the note, i mean it was literally ten slides long, who has the time to write that?
she put her airpods in and tried to focus, but it was hard to ignore the fact that nate had been staring at her for the past five minutes without looking away. she wanted to confront him and compliment him at the same time. she wanted to ask why he kept staring at her, but on the other hand, she wanted to run her fingers through his hair and ask what shampoo he used.
"what are you listening to?" he suddenly asked.
"um, lana del rey" she half expected him to scoff at her choice of music.
instead he took the airpod out of one of her ears and placed it in his. he stared intensely at her as he listened to the song.
"what song is this?" he asked.
"born to die" she answered, she didn't even have to look at her phone to check.
"it's good" he complimented.
now blair was really expecting him to attack her, why else would he be so nice? she had heard stories from maddy about their constant arguments. maddy made him out to be such an awful guy, yet here he was, compliment blair's music taste.
"yeah, she's my favourite singer" she said.
"mine's the weeknd" he replied.
now that she had expected. the weeknd was every jocks favourite artist. there was just something about him that fuelled their egos.
