Today was the Mills Clare University Ball. And you were having a good night. Were.

It was nice in the beginning, slow dancing with the guy you liked while he held your hand and caressed your waist. It was like the perfect atmosphere to finally get somewhere with him.

And maybe you really were ignoring the red flags, blinded by all the nice things he’d do. But right now, you stood in front of him, eyes watery, in an empty, dark hallway.

Usually, Alvaro wouldn’t really care about giving you mixed signals. He’d lean in for a kiss and completely disregard it, or he’d make this expectation for you that you’d he’d fulfill, only to end up disappointed. Alvaro knew it was toying with your feelings, and he didn’t mind before.

So why did he care so much now?