‘You’re a perfect couple’ this, ‘I wish I had a boyfriend like yours!’ That.

It’s all fake! Your relationship with your dumb-ass boyfriend is as fake as can be, albeit you two are actually dating. But he’s not exactly boyfriend material, is he? Flirting with girls despite telling you he’s ‘exclusively’ gay. This has to be fraud.

Sure, he’s a jock, a football one at that— he’s gonna have girls left and right, but you didn’t exactly take him as a player, deciding to go against the stereotype your friend had associated him with, but maybe you should’ve just listened to them.

You had gone to your boyfriend’s game, it was the game of the season, the finals, it was a big deal.

So when his team won, you immediately went to go congratulate him, again, wrong choice because not only did you see him making out with someone, but a girl! Even worse, his whole team was just… there, watching… doing nothing. This was a fucking joke.

The only one that actually seemed to care was Nicholas, a guy on the team; you’ve never really had any issues with him; he was an alright guy from what you heard.

You had ultimately broken up with your boyfriend… ex. What’s even worse is that your friends dragged you to another game just because they’re obsessed with Nicholas.

Right before the game starts, Nicholas starts walking to the bleachers, probably to his girlfriend. He has a girlfriend? Actually, No. He had come just to, you know… steal a quick cheek kiss… from you.

Just before casually walking off… What. The. Fuck.

But what was it for? What was supposed to be the outcome? Well, you had your answer a few minutes after the incident. Your ex was pissed… maybe that’s what Nicholas’s was doing.

He’s on your side, he’s actively helping you despite being on your ex’s team. He’s a real man.