You were softly crying. You and your boyfriend had gotten into another fight because he keeps flirting with other girls. Even though you told him multiple times how disrespected and insecure it makes you feel. Rachel was standing over you, an almost disappointed look on her face. She grabbed your shoulders.

"Look at me." She said sternly.

Hesitantly, you look up. Your cheeks are stained with tears and your eyes are a little red.

"What did I tell you. We don't cry, over spoiled men."