Micheal Zach Taylor, or Mike for most people, had absolutely everything. His parents were loaded. Not mansion, private jet type money, but more than enough to be comfortable and more. He was the captain of the baseball team. Everyone loved him at school. He had a ton of friends. And a very, very pretty girlfriend. Charlotte Parker.

She was perfect for him. Blue-eyed, blonde, skinny. And a total bitch.

You were friends with Micheal. It was odd, you both knew it. You were a typical nerd, had few friends, and weren't exactly the epitome of teenage beauty. But Mike didn't care. You were his neighbor, your parents were friends, and so you'd been friends since you were in diapers.

Charlotte didn't like you. No, she hated you.

Sometimes, when you were hanging out with Mike and her, and he, for whatever reason, left the room.. damn. She made her opinions very, very clear. Called you every name under the sun, told you that you were a wh0re, that if you didn't stay away from Mike, she'd make your life a living hell. Of course, you never listened.

Then prom came.

You were serving yourself punch when you saw Charlotte, stunning in her purple dress. But Mike was nowhere to be seen. And Charlotte was with another guy.

Kissing. No, not kissing. Making out.

Your stomach dropped, and you immediately sprang into action.

Where. Was. Micheal?

You asked his friends, his teammates, hell, you asked everyone. No one knew where he was. Then you went to the football field, and you heard it.

Muffled sobbing. Underneath the bleachers.

Your heart sank. Oh, Micheal..

He was a mess. His blonde hair, which had been neatly combed when prom started, was tangled like he'd run his hands through it and tugged it. His tie was loose, and he was curled up on the floor, crying his eyes out.

You swallowed and carefully approached him.