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"Bet I can make her my girlfriend," Nathan sneered.
I was staring at the lush green plants and trees surrounding the campus. The college had never failed to plant new trees or flowers each year during springtime. This resulted in practically every species of bug ever zooming around, creating a load of noise, plus the added noise of college students chatting and gossiping, some still not matured from high school.
My brain processed what Nathan had said. It probably wouldn't have been too unusual for him to say something like that. Nathan was rude, arrogant, and loud. He was the linebacker and hung out with Wilbur, Sam, Dylan, Jacob, and the rest of the football team. Nobody actually liked him, but we had to be together, to "bond" so we could communicate better, according to our coach.
"Who?" Dylan questioned, not looking up from his phone, scrolling through Facebook.
"Y/N, duh." Nathan replied, a smug look on his face. He pointed to a group of girls walking towards us. Y/N was in the middle, one of her elbows locked with her friend, laughing and talking. She was gorgeous, with H/C hair that shined in the sun and E/C eyes. She also had the personality of a goddess. She was kind, mature, but could be violent if people disrespected or made fun of her. Not that anyone did.
The last time anyone bothered her was in her first year. There was a group of mean girls (also called 'Basics' behind their backs) who wouldn't stop bothering her, calling her fat, ugly, and a hoe. She simply glared at them, but showed no violence. The final straw was when they got in her face and said it was 'most likely because she got it from her mother.' Y/N punched the lead girl, Clarissa, in the nose. It ended up being broken and Clarissa came with an odd cast on her face the next day.
College could really be like high school sometimes. Taunting, bullying, violence.
Dylan looked up from his phone, then sneered. "Right. She's totally out of your league." He rolled his eyes, and opened Youtube, pulling out his AirPods. Nathan turned an unflattering shade of red, and crossed his arms, facing away from the rest of the group, who were all snickering at the sight of Nathan's blood-red face.
Soon, other people noticed too. A girl who was known for being really loud when laughing doubled over when she glanced over near us. Luckily for Nathan, she was right next to Y/N. The girl pointed to Nathan, nudging Y/N's side. She looked up from her feet and snickered, but not in a rude way, somehow. Almost as if she thought it was cute.
She started walking over to us, her skirt swishing in the wind. She approached Nathan and laughed, asking, "So, what's up?"
Everyone stared at Y/N and Nathan. My jaw was hanging open, and Wilbur silently pushed it back up, snickering. Y/N was laughing and joking around, having a flirty conversation with Nathan, a jerk. Anyone but Nathan. A jerk, a total self-absorbed jerk!
Ping!
My phone vibrated, notifying me I had a new message.
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Nathan
I won. - One Attachment
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I won? What does that mean? I hastily opened his message, tapping on the attachment. My heart dropped, and tears pricked the corner of my eyes. The photo was of Nathan and Y/N.
Y/N was winking at the camera, her arms embracing Nathan, kissing his cheek.