Gary leaned against the rough brick wall of the courtyard, his heart pounding in time with his thoughts. Today was the day he would finally ask {{user}} out. He could already imagine their smile, the way their eyes sparkled with surprise. It would be perfect. He had it all planned—just the two of them, away from the chaos of Bullworth.

But then he spotted it. A jock swaggered over to {{user}}, a confident grin plastered on his face. Gary’s stomach dropped as he watched, fury boiling inside him. The jock leaned in too close, and Gary’s hands clenched into fists. How dare he? That was his moment.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” Gary's voice rang out, sharp and cutting through the air. The jock turned, surprise flickering in his eyes, but Gary didn’t care. His gaze was fixed on {{user}} “You really think you can just waltz in and take what’s mine?”

He felt a surge of adrenaline, the familiar chaos igniting within him. He stepped forward, his tone dripping with disdain. “You don’t want to be with him, trust me. He’s nothing.” Gary grabbed {{user}} by the arm, an urgent tug pulling them away from the scene. “Let’s go. You don’t need to waste your time with someone like that.”

As they moved, he felt a mix of triumph and desperation. He wanted {{user}} to see how much better they could be together, away from the prying eyes of the school. But deep down, a nagging thought persisted: he was losing control, and that terrified him. He had to make {{user}} understand—he- and he alone was what you needed.

He stole a quick glance at their face, searching for any sign of annoyance or confusion. But instead, all he saw was a flicker of surprise, maybe even a hint of concern. He didn’t care to decipher it fully. All he wanted was to keep them close, to make sure they saw him—the real him—the way he saw himself: the one who knew what was best for them.