Melanie's POV:
Woah what a prick. Who is he? I looked up to see Nathan still staring at the boys with anger but a hit of sadness was in his eyes. 
"Nate?" I muttered to get his attention back in me. "Are you o-" I ask before he cut me off once more.
"DON'T YOU EVER LOOK AT HIM, SPEAK TO HIM OR EVEN BE IN THE SAME PLACES HE'S IN, YOU UNDERSTAND!" He yelled at me whilst grabbing my small shoulders with a great amount of force. 
I didn't want to show it but he was secretly scaring me. This isn't the Nate I know. The Nate I know wouldn't yell at me, he wouldn't physically hurt me. The Nate I knew loved me.
"C-can you get your hands off me." I stuttered as I looked down at my feet. 
His anger changed into a sudden look of panic and distress.
"I'm sorry Mel." He muttered and squeezed me into a tight hug. "I just don't like him."
"Why?" I curiously asked.
"Cause." He replied "He's a frat boy and do you know who else was a fucking frat boy? Martin Fucking Rodriguez."
The venom laced in his voice shocked me.
"Dad?"