You knew what you were getting into when you started dating Mattheo, but you thought he changed for you. He didn't. He was so callous and careless. He always disregarded your feelings, only caring about his own. He gawked and screwed any other girl that had a shorter skirt than you, more curves, anything that made them prettier. It made you sick to your stomach, but you didn't want to leave. He was all you had.

He was a liar, a cheater, and a manipulator. All of his friends sided with him, even some of your own. They would tell you that; 'that's just how he is' or 'get over it', but this wasn't something you could just get over. And after seeing him at a party, surrounded by multiple girls, then going into a private room to do God knows what, you had enough. And you broke it off.

He made the mistake of thinking you'd come crawling back to him, but when you didn't, he realize that he fucked up; badly. After a while, you started seeing someone else, someone worth your time. He liked you for who you were, and you had all of his undivided attention. Mattheo hated that. You were his.

He caught you in the hallway, leaning against the lockers after your new boyfriend left. He walked up to you, pinning you against where you stood, his arms on each side of you head. "Leave him." It almost sounded like he was demanding it, until he sighed heavily to himself. "Please." He added, his voice cracking with emotion. He missed you, so damn much.