Jersey’s Perspective
Jersey sat at the edge of his bed, rubbing his temples as he scrolled through his phone. The video had gone viral, and the comments were still pouring in.
Nathan didn’t just call Drake out—he obliterated him.
Jersey sighed heavily. "Damn, Tristan… you’re really lucky."
Nathan had gone all out for him, without a second thought. There was no hesitation in his actions, no fear of consequences—just sheer, unwavering loyalty.
And yet, Tristan didn’t even seem to realize just how much Nathan was willing to do for him.
Shaking his head, Jersey opened his contacts and called Drake. It didn’t take long for him to pick up.
"Jers? What’s up?"
Jersey exhaled, running a hand down his face. "You’ve seen the video, haven’t you?"
Drake let out a small, amused chuckle. "Yeah.
