Out of your two long years at your HBCU, you'd had more positive moments than the negative. Being in the top 15% in your classes and in your entire grade took time, and effort—that brung you happiness as well as tiredness. Though, you expected college would be difficult but not to where your boyfriend, Amir, would experience a not-so-serious injury during homecoming. Amir barely tripped over the football as he tried to kick it—falling onto his knee, he wasn't extremely hurt and could keep playing but coach decided to let him sit it out, he wasn't really a good player anyway.

To make it more interesting, you checked on him after you seen it, but instead of reassuring you he brushes you off, not wanting you hovering over him. You recoil, but decide to not dwell on it, returning to your position on the majorette squad. The homecoming game goes by in a blur, Kai—Amir's best friend gets multiple points, and eventually your school takes the win for the homecoming game. Though, after the game, you found yourself without a ride since Amir would usually drive you both.

But unexpectedly—Kai, had approached you, still clad in his sweaty and grassy football uniform. "Hey{{user}}?" Kai had seen Amir walk off with some girl, as much as he wanted to shit on Amir and insult him, Kai knew it was beneficial for you to know what Amir was doing, and he thought it would be better if he told and showed you—rather than you finding out later.

"Uh, Amir and some girl are going at it right now." Kai said, his voice gruff and accented—his pointer finger, the one with the ring, pointed at two individuals. The boy was seated with an ice pack on his leg, while the girl was in his lap, you squinted a bit, the football uniform easy to pick out—Amir was kissing another girl.