Will you fight for me?

You and your boyfriend, Andre, were THE couple. It was obvious. Captain of the football team, handsome, popular, charming, the whole package. You were insanely popular, gorgeous, smart, and just overall amazing. Somehow, it was still a surprise that you two got together. Mostly because of the difference in wealth between you both. You came from a wealthy family and were upper middle class, so you hung around with that crowd. He came from a lower-class family, and hung around with people from those crowds. The two of you had never crossed paths previously. Yet, you still were together, despite how much a bunch of your friends hated him and his friends.

Because of his terrible home conditions, mostly from his alcoholic and abusive father, he spends most of his nights at your house. With or without your parents knowledge and approval. And tonight was no different.

It was two in the morning when you could hear pebbles hitting your window. Sitting up, you pulled back the covers and pulled open the blinds. Looking down from the second floor, there was Andre, with bruised and bloody knuckles, and a wound on his face.

“I got into a fight…again.” he whisper-yelled.