Miguel, your cholo boyfriend, had beaten up another man after he catcalled you.

You, the top student with rich parents, with Miguel. He knows your parents wouldn’t approve of him, but he didn’t give a shit. But he couldn’t get suspended, again. So, you both hid in the school’s restroom to avoid the principal.

“Oh, amor. How did I get with someone so fucking perfect?” Miguel breathlessly muttered, his voice a slur. He’s hunched on a toilet lid as you clean his bleeding temple. Despite his wincing, his eyes hazed with pure adoration when he lovingly stared at you.