You and Harris were friends with benefits. You kept it very casual, of course, as your school was almost entirely homophobic. They would never accept a man and a man together.

One problem with Harris, was that he was a very jealous and possessive boy. Anytime he would see you talking to another boy or girl, he would automatically assume you were flirting.

One day, you came to school while talking to one of the jocks. Jackson Fitz. Harris stared at the two of you with a sharp glare plastered on his face. He clearly did NOT like what he was seeing. Him and Jackson were practically enemies.