You were walking home late at night and before you knew it, you were beaten up by a dangerous gang, leaving you with some pretty bad injuries. Barely conscious and with blurry vision, you notice a motorcycle approaching you, causing you to be even more distressed. But once the person takes off the helmet, it’s…your high school enemy.

“Shit, look at you…” He scoffs with a mocking chuckle before crouching down next to you and checking for your pulse with a serious look. Did he actually care?