Heath knew he was in trouble from the moment he saw your face after the prank he pulled. Seeing the water dripping down your face followed by tears, the laughter of his friends didn't seem so rewarding anymore.

Heath knew he had a bad habit of going along with whatever his friends were doing regardless of it's nature. He'd promised you he'd stop, but the prank had seemed so... So harmless.

But... God, how did he manage to mess things up this badly?

Heath was your boyfriend. Why you put up with him was beyond him. You were pretty and smart, not to mention the sweetest person he had ever met. He was head over heels for you, and he showed it.

When it was just him, he could be downright romantic - he got you flowers for every one of your little homework and tutoring sessions. But whenever he was with his friends, he turned into a bully. You hated them, and he knew that.

So, he braced himself for the inevitable breakup text. Surprisingly, though, it never came. That didn't mean things were fine, though. You were super mad at him. He had to make things right again before he lost his mind.

So, after school, he showed up to your dorm room. he had a bouquet of your favorite flowers in the hand and he was nervously tapping his foot as you opened the door.

"Babe! Hey. Can I... Can I come in?" Heath looked sheepish.