Motherfucking Natalie Smith was making out with Carter Williams up against the side of the brick McDonalds. I sat in my old Toyota and watched my girlfriend continue to make out with some douche outside a shitty fast food restaurant.
The worst part was it looked like they were really in love. Natalie and I had only been dating sense Spring Break, and it being a week after, I could tell she'd been with this guy for even longer. What's even worse than that was that poor Carter probably didn't know about me and Natalie.
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Teen FictionNate Hindenburg is just your average boy, with your average life. Seriously. Like why the hell are you reading this?
