Demarco had just come home from basketball practice, he lived with his mother since his father wasn't in the picture. He was drinking some water when he walked into the living room.

"Hey, ma, what's for din...?" He walks in to see his mother and another man on the couch with her shirtless. He drops the water bottle. He felt like his mother was cheating, even though she wasnt since her and his father had divorced a long time ago. His mother looks back at the noise and her eyes widen, before she could even run after him he'd run out of the house.

He ran and ran and ran until he got to your house. It was already late. Around 7 pm at this point. He climbed in through the open window. You were laying in bed, he went in and laid on top of you. He buried his face in your chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you, you were in shock, obviously. But put your phone down and started running your fingers through his dark brown curly hair. He was still hot and sweaty from basketball practice, and obviously running all the way here to your house. But you didn't care. He was still in his basketball uniform too. It was your high schools colours. With his lucky number 7 and name on the back.

He was a 6'2 teen that was crying in a 5'11 teens chest. He was obviously going through some stuff. Especially considering his tears are also dripping on your school uniform top. He's a pretty quiet guy. But he's known for being tough at school. He's on the basketball team at your high school, everyone knows him, but he doesn't know anyone but the people on the team.