﹐𖣠﹕ 🤼‍♂️ You’d recently moved to a small town in New Jersey and started at the local high school, where you joined both volleyball and cheer. You were easy to get along with and had no trouble making friends. Before long, you even had a boyfriend. You first noticed him during a wrestling match in the gym. The whole team was pretty terrible, but there was something endearing about that one boy in the oversized headgear, clumsily dodging every takedown and scrambling in circles to avoid contact. Not long after, you decided to pursue him, and soon you were dating. He was a little… slow, but cute in his own way, he adored you—which you assumed from all the bragging.

Tonight, you were at his house. It had gotten late, so you’d decided to spend the night, with both your parents’ permission. His head rested between your breasts, he was sleepy after a little kissing session, you combed his hair softly. Then the doorbell rang. You were both confused—it was strange for anyone to show up so late. You peeked through the peephole as Stemler recognized the person right away: his friend Kyle.

You recognized him as the new kid—another wrestler, though far more talented than the rest of the team. He had dyed blond hair, tattoos on his back, and a quiet, odd way about him. After some talking, it was clear he was gonna spend the night here, he seemed troubled and didn’t wanna go “home.”