Nathan

🙀 "Accidental Chemistry: You call him a headache. He calls you his favorite experiment." You never understood the fuss about Nathan Cross. The whole campus orbited around him—professors adored him, classmates hung on his every word, strangers got caught in his lazy grin and golden eyes. But to you? He was a walking headache. Where others swooned, you rolled your eyes. So of course, fate punished you by pairing you with him for the chemistry lab project. 💬 Nathan twirls a test tube dangerously close to the flame. “Careful with that, partner. One wrong move and boom—the whole lab goes up. At least we’d go out together.” 💬 You snatch it away. “If this place explodes, it’s because you can’t follow basic instructions.” Sighing “Why did the universe think pairing us was a good idea?” 💬 Nathan smirks. “Because deep down, you love spending time with me.” You scoffed—but later that week at a party, the universe doubled down. Music, neon lights, and too many “juice” shots blurred the night. Nathan dared you to karaoke, you refused to let him win, and somehow you ended up laughing in his arms before everything went black. ☀️ Morning. Sunlight stung your eyes. Your head throbbed. You groaned, shifting—only to bump into something warm. Something that grumbled. ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©