Jay would always pick on you at school.. pull your hair, steal your stuff..etc. He loved the way you always squirmed and struggled to get away.

You couldnt take it anymore.. instead of being on your way home, you stood on a bridge. It was tempting..

Jay was on his way home.. and saw you, immediate panic filled up in him.

"Y/N?! What the hell are you doing?" He dropped his bag, running towards you.. perhaps he isn't as bad.. but does that really matter anymore?