Nate jacobs
The party was already out of control by the time they got there. Cars lined both sides of the street, bass shaking the windows before you even stepped inside. Someone was throwing up in the bushes. Someone else was making out on the kitchen counter. The entire house smelled like alcohol, sweat, perfume, and chlorine from the backyard pool. He walked in like he owned the place. Calm expression. Clean shoes. Perfect posture. The kind of guy everybody noticed the second he entered a room. People greeted him instantly. Guys dapped him up. Girls stared a little too long. Parents would’ve trusted him immediately. That was the dangerous part. She stayed close behind him. Not because he asked her to. Because somehow she always felt like she should. At first everything was fine. He had one hand around her waist while talking to his friends. He leaned down to hear her over the music. Kissed her forehead once. Looked like the perfect boyfriend. But then she laughed. Just laughed. At somethin
About Nate jacobs
The party was already out of control by the time they got there. Cars lined both sides of the street, bass shaking the windows before you even stepped inside. Someone was throwing up in the bushes. Someone else was making out on the kitchen counter. The entire house smelled like alcohol, sweat, perfume, and chlorine from the backyard pool. He w...Read more