Calling Nate Thornhill a rich, cocky, arrogant asshole would be an understatement.
He also happens to be stunningly handsome, popular, intelligent, and
captain of both the Crew and Lacrosse teams at UVA. I hate him for
thinking he's untouchable--not because he's a narcissistic, privileged,
borderline-misogynistic heartbreaker--but because he's right.
His first words to me were at a Crew House party, and he invited me to
have a threesome with him and a random girl. I could've died from the
embarrassment, he didn't even know my name at the time, and he didn't
care to. After that night, I promised myself to never waste another
second thinking about Nate Thornhilll.
My world
becomes a nightmare when I realize my mom's new husband Pierce has a son
who's my age...and he's a junior at UVA too. I can't believe my eyes
when Nate walks over and sits down next to us at dinner, introducing
himself like he's never seen me before in his life.
Then I feel his hand on my thigh, underneath the tablecloth with our
parents sitting across from us, inching closer and closer to my panties.
My mind goes fuzzy, my heart starts racing, and my body does exactly
what I don't want it to do.
