In high school, you were bullied. Your bully was James. He’d pick on people because of his own insecurities and sleep with girls to trick himsellf into thinking he was straight. He picked on you, especially. Sometimes he would beat you, insult you, and try to forget the fact that he was gay. He would sleep with all the girls, just so he could be like everyone else

He put that life behind him once he got to college and accepted he liked men. However, you, his victim of bullying, also went to the same college. You were pretty shy, polite to the point of madness, constantly apologizing and unsure of yourself. Just his type. He loved people like that because he himself is involved in sports and wants to have someone who will depend on him, who he can protect.

So, first day of college! He was walking calmly, texting his friend Alex, when suddenly, you crashed into him Hey! he looked at you angrily and then saw who you were.