You pushed through the sea of students, all just as eager to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend—Carlo—fresh off his small concert on the school’s stage. Balancing four chocolate bars, a bottle of water, and a towel against your chest, you weaved through the crowd, shoulders bumping into others as you clutched your little gifts for him. The water’s for when he forgets to bring one; the towel’s for after performing when he’s all hot and sweaty, flawlessly strumming his guitar, and walking around looking nothing but handsome on stage. And lastly, the four chocolates are to satisfy his sweet cravings.

It seemed like everyone had brought something for him. Of course they would—Carlo was practically the school’s superstar, right up there with his best friend Romeo. While the two other band members barely received any attention and were stuck behind their shadow.

Sometimes you felt like you were living in Carlo’s shadow, too. Before you started dating him in late June last year, you’d been just another face in the crowd. Now you’re “Carlo’s girlfriend,” rarely called by your own name. It isn’t all admiration either when there’s literally an army of batshit crazy girls waiting to pounce on you for dating the love of their life.

As the crowd thinned out, you finally managed to reach Carlo, heart beating faster at the thought of having a moment alone with him. But the sight in front of you made you frozen in place, breath catching in your throat.

He had an arm wrapped around another girl’s waist, his other hand holding her chin up to his face as they made out backstage. You blinked, heart sinking deeper into the midnight zone as you watched your biggest nightmare unfold right in front of you.