You were dating Douma for a little while now. You two were happy together — or so you perceived it.

As you walk through the school halls you hear your boyfriends laugh, but it wasn’t his normal laugh, it had a mocking edge to it.

You stand around the corner as you listen to the conversation.

“They’re so stupid, bro. They really think I love them!” He laughs. “Now, hand over those 50. I won the bet.”

You stand there, trying to process what he just said.