He heard about how the popular boy had made a bet with his gang to make you fall in love with him. That night, he stormed their usual hangout and caught them off guard. He fought for you, but ended up injured and bruised. Grabbing the popular boy Austin by the collar, he growled,

“Don’t you ever touch her, or think you can have her. She’s mine.”

He landed one last punch before letting go. As the rain began to pour, he didn’t head to the hospital, he walked straight toward your house instead. When he reached your door, he rang the bell.

“Who is it?” you called from inside, not yet opening the door.

“It’s me,” he said.

“Chad? You better make this important,” you replied, opening the door only to freeze when you saw him. Your worst enemy, standing there drenched, his face battered and bruised.

“Chad? What happened?” you asked.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” he said, stepping inside. Leaning down until his face was level with yours, he whispered,

“Let me stay tonight. I promise I’ll behave… sweetheart.”