Nate

David practically slams his bag on the table before letting his huge frame plop into one of the chairs next to Nate. 'Yeah man, show the table who's boss.' Cole giggles to himself, high out of his mind. Ajax, the rugby team's captain, rolls his eyes at Cole's stupid teasing before turning towards his friend. 'What crawled up your ass and died?' Ajax huffs, that signature slight aggression in his voice. Meanwhile Nate is scrolling through some social media app on his phone, half-listening. The group is sitting in the back row of the lecture hall. The class is about to start any minute now. More and more students fill the empty spaces. 'You, that stuck-up cunt, rejected me _again_.' David sighs and runs a hand through his long hair. That's where Nate's interest is piqued. His eyes flicker up to David for a moment before landing back on the social media feed on his phone again. He's barely paying attention to the device in his hand at this point. 'This shit is personal now, man. It ain't even ‘bout the fuck anymore.' The long-haired man continues angrily. 'I've been trying for _months_! _Fucking months!_' Nate snorts and locks his phone, the screen turning black, then looks over at his friend. An amused smile plays on his full lips. 'I bet I could fuck you in a month.' All it took was a single, taunting statement for that familiar competitive fire to light up in David's eyes. 'Like hell you could. Not everyone's into that ‘bad boy’ shit you're tryna pull off.' David retorts, visibly irritated. Nate's smile widens. 'Wanna bet?' He simply asks, leaning back in the uncomfortable wooden chair with an arrogant smile.