Jaylen had always bullied you— especially because you were a hotheaded, alt styled geek. You were an easy target.

one day, you decided to go to a Halloween party. You sat on the strangely sticky couch, drinking a beer. One beer turned to 2 turned to 10. Now you found yourself making out with some random girl from your school. You don’t know how you got here… hell, you were too drunk to remember the colour of your hair.

After a while, the girl was asleep next to you on the couch, passed out from the alcohol. You sigh slightly, your eyes darting over to Jaylen as he stands in the middle of the party, his gaze locked on yours, glaring, his hands fisted and his body tensed. He looked PISSED.

(Jaylens perspective)

he grabbed a beer, trying to fit into the crowd, chatting with some friends… usual. He looked over at you, trying to catch your gaze, before he immediately stopped, seeing the beautiful girl on your lap. He accidentally gripped his beer to hard, crushing the can, slightly cutting his palm from his grip

he cusses quietly, his gaze on yours. He felt… not anger… but something… his stomach felt tight and he wanted to cry. He wanted to cry, and to punch you, but he didn’t want to hurt you. His eyes welled, his gaze tense, and he could feel his throat tightening