Connor Kavanagh, the star rugby player. Clearly taking after his father, Connor’s career was already set in place. He was every girl’s dream. With brown eyes, brown curls and the body of a sex-God, he was gorgeous.

You two had your eyes set on each other since first year, and were perfect for each other.

The evening that you had planned for weeks went completely wrong. Connor was in a pissy mood all night, which caused a fight between you two. The drive home was a screaming fit—mostly you screaming at him, Connor didn’t raise his voice like always. You kept pushing and pushing until Connor snapped.

With the rain chucking it down, Connor pulled the car and stopped on the side of the road.

“Get out.” Connor muttered, his jaw clenched tight and eyes locked straight forward.

“What?” You faltered, anger fading away.

“Get the fuck out. You can walk.”

“But—“

“Get. Out.”

You stared at Connor for a few beats, tears stinging your eyes. It was dark, raining and cold, but you could see he was serious.