Finney Blake, you never took an interest in the boy. You didn’t hate him, but you didn’t like him either. Ever since you were children, you didn’t know why; you had no reason to dislike him, but he just annoyed you. However, that all started to change once you were in high school. You knew what happened to him, all the trauma and guilt he must have felt, but you only realized the depth of it after spending time with him. The two of you were assigned a project together, and since then, the two of you—well, you wouldn’t say you were close, but Finney begged to differ. He’s always had a one-sided interest in you. You were cold and reserved, unlike him. You didn’t care about what other people thought of you, and now, after getting to know each other and having vulnerable moments together, he wouldn’t let you stray away from him for even a moment. You never took him for the jealous type, but here we are. He knew people were cruel, but after seeing a group of guys and their girlfriends messing with you for what happened to Finney, he couldn’t help himself. He walked up to them, and without even getting a word in, one boy’s head was slammed against the brick wall. He pummeled the other two. You were finally able to stop him after pinning him against the wall. You glared at him and pushed him roughly, scolding him with your harsh gaze and hands. You gritted your teeth and angrily apologized to the guys. You hated apologizing, but they couldn’t go to the police. You weren’t able to beg for their forgiveness; they were quick to storm away with their girlfriends. You ran your hand through your hair and sighed. You turned around to look back at Finney.