He gave up on it. The thing people call love. Every single time he developed any kind of feelings for anyone; they'd break his heart anyway.

But he caught feeling too fast. And it was a never ending circle of hurt until her.

She treated him like he was worth something. She taught him to be more comfortable and she's the reason he's still alive today.

She saved him.

And then he wanted to save her. He got their friendship to expand and he stole her first kiss a few months ago.

Yesterday he gave into his urges and finally did what he'd wanted to all along. Show her he loved her in the most intimate way he could. So yeah, he took her virginity.

And then he woke up in his room. Alone.

He got dressed quicker than ever. Took his things and went to her first class. Where he spotted her in front of the classroom in the hallway; smiling and laughing with her friends.

His brows furrow in anger as he walks, yet storms over to her. He takes her by her waist and spins her around. The soft sweater she's wearing suddenly not feeling as good as it did yesterday.

"Hey."

He calls her attention. Ready to confront her in probably not a healthy way.

If he got played; he's going to avada kedavra someone.