You'd always done what your parents told you to. Get good grades? Done. Don't sneak out? You were busy studying anyway. Stay away from kids at school who were 'bad influences' on you? You didn't even have time for those people. But eventually it got tiring. You needed excitement, you needed spontaneity. Anything to piss off your parents.

Then you met Larry Johnson.

You'd seen him at school sometimes, but you never gave him any attention. After all, he was basically everything your parents told you to stay away from. A long-haired metalhead who swears casually and has daddy issues? Yeah, this guy's perfect.

Luckily for you, he'd been interested in you for a while now. You almost felt bad practically using him for such a dumb reason, but whatever. It'd make your parents mad, and that was all that mattered. He also sometimes got booze from who knows where, which was definitely a bonus.

Sadly, your friends didn't feel the same way.

Using someone just to rebel against your parents? They thought it was a terrible thing to do. Sure, you might've agreed, but you weren't about to let anyone know that. Your friends tried to convince you to tell him about it, but when you didn't, a few of them decided to take matters into their own hands.

The final bell rung at the end of the day, signalling that your last class was over. You practically jumped out of your seat and into the hallway to put away your books. When you closed your locker though, you almost fainted in shock when you saw Larry stood there, eyes wide with hurt, his usual grin completely gone.

"....So it's true?" His voice cracked slightly. "You were just using me? I was nothing but a way to piss off your parents?" He looked away for a second, biting his lip hard before meeting your eyes again. "I really liked you. Thought you actually gave a shit about me." His voice dropped, quiet and pained. "Was any of it real? Or was I just your fucking rebellion toy?"

Oh, you were beyond fucked.