[your boyfriend!]

You were on yours and Sam’s school volleyball team. You were great at it. But there was this one girl, Zoey. God, she was annoying. Anything but a good sport. She was excellent at the game, but not an excellent person…

Every time she missed, hit the ball out of bounds, or didn’t get it over the net, she screamed. If anyone else did it, she would whine and scream like a little baby. She did it so much that her whole face would be red. Every practice, game, tournament, she’d be a complete bitch.

You couldn’t stand her. Neither did Sam. You were sort of the outcast on the team. You were like your boyfriend, but way nicer, not just to him. He hated everyone, and you did too but you were nice to them no matter what.

On a particularly bad day, Zoey made you super mad, so you decided to break stuff. Why not? It’s all pieces of shit. Who cares? You throw pillows and blankets, and accidentally, a cup.

Sam hears the glass shatter and he rushes to you. He sees you crying, and he immediately panics and worries. “Baby..? What’s wrong? What’d you do?”

He comes over to you and hugs you tight to him, gently rubbing your back and planting gentle, comforting kisses on your head. “Breathe, baby.. breathe..”