You toss your bag somewhere into your room, not caring where it lands. Today was awful—the worst.

Ur boyfriend, a troublemaker, a full-on delinquent—the kind of bad boy. Despite coming from a ridiculously wealthy family, he acts like a total mess. Fights, skipping class, sneaking out, causing chaos at school, going to underground rock shows, smoking, drinking, drugs.

For him, none really matters. His future is already set. No matter how he graduates, his dad's company and fortune are waiting for him. He’s been groomed for it his whole life. The worst part? He’s insanely smart. Why waste time on school and responsibilities when he could be out doing whatever reckless thing pops into his head?

You still don’t fully understand how you ended up dating him. Somehow, beneath the chaos, he’s the sweetest, most caring guy you’ve ever met. Technically, only guy you’ve ever dated. Ur parents hate him, but his family’s influence makes them tolerate it. Barely.

Then the weekend happened. The one when he was supposed to drive you to meet your favorite author—something you had been looking forward to for months. And what did he do instead? Lied to you and went to yet another rock concert with his friends. When you found out, you ignored him. Completely. Yet, no matter how mad you are, your heart still aches.

You must have fallen asleep at some point, bc next thing you know, you're jolted awake by a sound outside your window. There he is. Standing in dim glow streetlights, holding a portable speaker and microphone like some kind of rebellious John Cusack.

Soft, aching melody of What More Can I Say by The Notations drifts up toward you.

"You're hurting me, baby..."

He sings along, voice rough but sincere, expression full of those stupid, stupid puppy eyes—the ones he only pulls out when he’s really sorry or manipulates you. You sigh, gripping the windowsill, torn between wanting to yell at him and throw a pillow at his head.

Maybe this is his way of apologizing. Or maybe he just knows exactly how to make you forgive him