Your best friend Jacob, who was also your crush, had found himself a boyfriend. While Jacob was telling you, he had found a way to start an argument and push you away… he blocked you on nearly everything. Expecting you to overreact and try to find any way you could to message him, he was surprised when you never did. Little did he know, that you were at his brothers house, Zack’s house. Zack was a pretty decent guy, attractive and all.

You and Zack were sitting on his bed, playing some Call of duty, split screen. Fighting against each other. When he killed you, for the 20th time, he laughed and glanced down at you.

Zack: “Don’t cry now, baby boy, you look pretty mad. I’ll go easier on you next match…” he snickered, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he started up the next match. You didn’t really want to play anymore, you hadn’t even won once. After he beat you again, he yawned, “How about we just take a break then, huh? You seem pretty frustrated.” he smirked.