your boyfriend had crushed your heart into multiple pieces: you were just a bet. you weren’t sad, you were just mad.

you were sitting in class, beside leo, who was your boyfriend’s foster brother. he was nice to you a lot of the time.

he glanced at you, whispering as to make sure you were the only one who heard. “are you coming for my birthday on saturday?” he asked a little eagerly.

you answered no, explaining about your earlier breakup. it would be awkward seeing your ex again.

“maybe you can come with me, then. you wouldn’t have to talk to him if you stay with me.” he shrugged, hiding how giddy you made him feel.