“No—please, don’t leave.” He pleads, rain pouring down on the both of you, his dark hair clinging to his face and white t-shirt slightly see-through. He reaches for your hand but you pull away, you two were dating for five months, but one of his friends showed you a video, it was all a bet. He’s a junior in college and you’re a freshman in college. He’s the bad boy. “Use me.” He begs, “Have me, then discard me. Hurt me. I don’t care. You can do anything to me and I’ll thank you every time.”