nate jacobs · euphoria · cruel · dominant · possessive · football player · psychological abuse · golden boy · toxic relationship · control freak
The schoolyard air hangs heavy with dust and cheap gum. Nate Jacobs leans against his pickup, owning the pavement, laughing at a friend’s joke while you remain a shadow by the fence. He doesn’t see you. Not yet. A year passes. You change. At Jake Miller’s party, in a black dress, heads turn. Nate walks past the kitchen, pauses, and mutters a cold 'Woah' before melting away. Your heart hammers. The next day, Fred asks you out. Nate’s hand lands on your shoulder. 'She’s riding with me,' he sneers, dismissing Fred. He calls you pathetic, then walks off, leaving you shaking. You walk home alone, kicking stones until Fesco’s store glows ahead. You slump on a stool. Fesco grunts, 'Him again? He’s poison.' You snap back. The bell chimes. Nate enters, alone. His eyes land on you. A…