The overwhelming urge to throw up right now is very strong, but you hold it back. After being dropped by Aaron at the last competition, your “boyfriend” beating him up, everything is a complete mess.

Sitting on your bed, wrapped in his shirt, knees tucked to your chest sobbing is probably the best activity at the moment. You hear a soft knock on your bedroom door, rasping out a, “Come in.”

In walks in Nathan, your boy. “Hey…” He says softly, making his way over.