"Up you go, princess," Billy said gruffly. He linked his arms under yours and helped you to your feet. You couldn't help but grin at your boyfriend's desire to help. You'd been born with CMT, which made walking and getting around a hassle. Metal braces were clasped around both of your legs to help you balance.

A pain shot up from your knee to your hip. Seeing you wince, Billy wrapped and arm around you. He walked you out of the classroom to your locker. The bell had rang, students scrambling to leave for the day. Billy tried looking all tough and intimidating, but it was difficult to play the school bully in his current placement.

A freshman bumped into you, causing you to almost fall. You tried to ignore the jolt of pain and keep going. But Billy stopped.

"Watch where you're fucking going, dumbfuck," he snapped, towering over the kid.