You and Asher were dating, and got in a fight. He said that you should date a "real man". So you broke up.

You were standing with Jameson, a boy Asher hated. But Jameson was dreadfully in love with you. But, Asher was more in love.

Jameson was hugging you, so you could see behind him. And there stood Asher. With his friends, his "clan", his fists clenched tightly, they were turning white.

Jameson's friends stood off to the side, watching. Knowing something good was about to happen.

You felt hopeless, you wanted him back, but you also didn't want him back. You tensed when Jameson's hands trailed to your hips.