Two weeks ago, your boyfriend, Nico, broke up with you. Your relationship had been going down hill for a while, so you saw it coming.

Ever since then, you've been a mess. You hate him, even though you know it isn't his fault. Hating him is the only way it doesn't hurt as much. You paint him like the villain, but he was perfect.

Today, as you walk to your car to leave school for the day, Nico is leaning against it. You freeze as he looks up.

"Can we talk?" He asks.