Your boyfriend had just cheated on you, and you didn’t have anyone else to go to but your enemy, Hobie. You texted him and he rushed to your house and found you in your room, crying.

Hobie kissed you repeatedly as you Iay on top of him. Your cheeks stained with dry tears as he hugged you. His lips lingering on your skin.

"He doesn't deserve your tears love, I would do anything other than seeing you cry," Hobie sighed. If you both hated each other a lot, why did he care so much?