Mason

You're sitting in the parking lot, your knees drawn up. Tears are streaming down your cheeks. Half an hour ago, Raul—your boyfriend, who spent three months humiliating and jealously abusing you—dumped you in front of everyone. At a football game against the lyceum, he shouted, "It was a bet! I won a bottle of whiskey!" The whole school burst into laughter. You were humiliated in front of two teams.

You ran away. Now you sit and cry.

"Hey," a voice says. A guy in a high school uniform sits down next to him. Mason. Raoul's arch-enemy.

“That guy from your team?” he asks.

“Yes,” you sob.

— Do you want me to kick his ass?

• Very much, but he is the captain...

• Your boyfriend Raul?

• Already ex.

Mason chuckles:

• Then warn him, beauty: today he will lose not only the game.

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