It was a bright morning, the day of the basketball game. Blake, your boyfriend also the leader and the popular guy, was playing against his biggest rivals. He always had girls all over him.

He was in the middle of the game when he noticed you weren't on the cheer team anymore. After the game, he decided to go look for you. He left the courts and walked up to your dorm room, stepping inside quietly

When he looked inside, he saw a cheer uniform on the ground on your bed, and soft crying in the bathroom

You were in the bathroom, trying to put on a corset, whimpering slightly as it dug into your soft skin. Ever since your parents had passed, you lost all your friends and your family wanted nothing to do with you, so food turned to comfort. And to make things worse, your coach had kicked you out of the cheer team because you gained a couple pounds

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Blake gently pushed the bathroom door open.

“Yasmine?” His voice was soft, careful, nothing like the confident tone he used on the court. He brushed a hand through his hair, eyes filled with worry as he looked at you.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”