Juliana Woodland and Nate Jacobs have been best friends for as long as they can remember.
They are now in their junior year and East Highland High School and things are starting to get complicated.
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It was Sunday night and Juliana was somehow still hungover from the disastrous party on Friday. She was lying in bed listening to the heavy rain drumming on her window.
She didn't know what was making her feel worse, the pounding headache she had or her very vague memories of what happened with Alex at the party.
She was had no doubt that she was completely black out drunk; when she woke up in her bedroom the morning after, she didn't even remember getting home.
She only remembered bits and pieces of the night, but she knew that she had somehow ended up in the swimming pool with Alex, and there was a video to prove it.
She watched it herself, just to see how bad it was, and it was even worse than she imagined. Thanks to the dim lighting and them being in the water, it practically looked like they were having sex.
She hoped that not too many people would see it, but at the same time, she knew how things like this went. At least half of the school had probably already watched it by now.
Her friends kept calling and texting her to check on her, and she just told them she was fine, but she really wasn't. All she wanted was Nate, who always knew how to comfort her and make her feel better no matter what shitty situation she was in.
Nate was spending his Sunday night sitting in his parked truck, watching a white stone apartment building through the rain on his windshield. He put his hand in his hoody pocket and touched the screwdriver he had tucked in there.
When he felt the time was right, he put his hood up and got out of his truck, making his way to the building he had been looking at for the last hour. He jogged up the stairs to the second story, his clothes already soaked from the downpour.
He glanced around one more time before quickly maneuvering himself onto the patio of one of the apartments. He used to screwdriver to open the sliding doors with ease, slipping inside.
Nate sat patiently on the couch until he heard a key unlocking the front door. He watched as Alex came into his dim apartment and got a beer out of the fridge. He opened the can and Nate followed suite with the beer he had in his own hand.
"Welcome home." He said casually, taking a sip.
"Fuck!" Alex exclaimed, clearly shocked by Nate's appearance as he dropped the can on the floor. "What the fuck, man?"
"Hi, Alex."
"What the fuck are you doing here, man? Get the fuck out of my apartment."
"If you're looking for the kitchen knives, they're here. Same with the baseball bat from your room. Just in case you don't remember me, I'm the boyfriend of the girl you tried to rape on Friday night." He explained calmly.
