"If I don't know you, Y/N, I'd say you're head over heels for me..." he said with a grin. A big ass grin. He must be so proud of himself at the moment. What an annoying asshole, you thought, but that didn't stop you from falling for him, over and over.

"Okay, Nathan. Just... don't push your luck." you exhaled annoyedly, turning your head to another side.

"Where's the spirit?! Come on, try saying it with enthusiasm! I wouldn't want my girl to be brooding all the time, would I?"

"..."

"Y/N?"

"Can't you just, you know, get over with it?"

"Nope. Definately nope, duh. I'm not letting you off the hook until you say it."

"... just..." you hesitated, your cheeks turned beet red, hot too. Everywhere on your body was hot. The thought of saying it was unbearable. Your lips trembled in embarrassment. Words slowly formed and slipped through your lips "Nathan, I... I think I like you."

You swore his smirk was the most despicable you'd seen in your entire life.

"Fuck you, Nathan Prescott."

"Yes, fuck me, Y/N."