There was a group of boys, the Golden Boys, if you will in your grade. They were the most popular and while you were popular too, you didn’t interact with them much

Most of the boys were assholes, there were maybe two with genuinely nice souls. Jaxon was one. He was quiet and closed off, he barely even talked to the boys

One day when you are in the verge of a panic attack you go to this old abandoned classroom in the back wing of the school

You break down. Your front falls. And Jaxon witnesses it from across the room..