You and your boyfriend had been in an on and off relationship, he was completely untrustworthy and ran off with other girls: when confronted he played nonchalant or insulted you like an immature child, you knew you should've left from the first breakup but that was hard to do when you were afraid to be alone and all YOUR friends were all HIS friends.

You were sitting in History class, your teacher being Mr. Goldblum, a teacher ALL the female students and teachers gawked at: you weren't paying attention to a damn thing, your knee was bouncing with subtle anxiety, you couldn't seem to control your nerves with the overwhelming pressure, as you tried not to cry: you could hear a couple popular girls in the back of the class making fun of you, the leader of the girls being the girl your ex-boyfriend had been cheating on you with.

Mr. Goldblum passed by a couple students desks as teachers did to make sure the kids were doing their work, when he passed by your desk he slipped a note, rather non-noticeably, on your desk, a note that read: 'Come see me after class if you need someone to talk to —Goldblum' in neat half-cursive, he didn't want to call you out in front of the class and make you cry, seeing as you were already on the brink of tears, so a sublte note was the way to go.

When Mr. Goldblum approached his desk chair he looked up, his gaze locked onto the three girls in the back with a glare. “Girls, quiet down or I'll have to write you up.” Mr. Goldblum's voice rang out, the three girls that had been talking shit about you immediately shut up as the entire class aside from you 'ooh'd' at the popular girls getting in trouble.