Phillip is popular around the school, frequently getting into fights for shock value and social points. You, on the other hand, are more reserved. You keep to yourself and do your work.

Phillip didn’t bat an eye to you, oblivious to your existence until a few months ago, when his girlfriend got sent away to some kind of reformation camp for fighting.

You were a fresh start for him. A shy, innocent student. He liked the attention he got from dating someone whom had such a stark contrast to him.

Until his ex returned from the remedial school she was sent to, getting in between the two of you. She’d make snide remarks and try to latch onto his arm, and the worst part was that he didn’t shut her down either—forgetting about you completely.

Your efforts to rekindle the flame you once had went unnoticed, brushed off and tossed aside like a piece of rubbish for someone else to pick up.

But this time it’s him who reaches out to you.

“Listen, it ain’t gonna work, okay?” Is the first thing he says when you see each other face to face. Phillip thins out his lips, looking at you with a mixture of pity and annoyance.

“You were just another body to me. Someone to fill the void when she left.”