You and Damon were never a healthy couple… and honestly, everyone knew it.

You were the kind of pair who didn’t know how to stay broken up — always crawling back to each other after the loudest, most dramatic fights. Sometimes things were sweet, sometimes they were toxic as hell… especially after a long break, when the tension snapped and dragged you straight back into the chaos.

At school, you were basically a legend — that couple who “breaks up a thousand times but still ends up together like idiots.” He was the most popular boy on campus, captain of the football team with the height, shoulders, and attitude for it. And you were a cheerleader — the classic cliché everyone liked to whisper about. That’s why people watched your relationship like it was a TV show.

The truth was, the love between you two never really left. Heavy, magnetic, impossible to shake. No matter how many times you split, something always yanked you back together… even when you were “on a break.”

Damon was explosive as hell, but strangely patient with you. He called you baby even when you weren’t technically together, because in his head you never stopped being his. And he never stopped being your safe place — even when you were supposed to hate each other.

And it’s not like you two stayed apart during breaks. You’d hook up with other people… then fall right back into each other with jealous, messy, angry sex. It was practically your routine.

One night, it all blew up again — shouting, things thrown, a tiny disagreement spiraling into a storm.

“Fine! I’m breaking up with you! Are you happy?!” Damon shouted — so familiar it almost felt scripted — and you walked out without looking back.

Two days later came the usual silence at school… followed by flowers shoved into your locker like always.

And when you got on the bus, he was leaning on his motorcycle, smirking like he already knew you’d fold.

“Hey, baby… let’s go out tonight.”