[Jacques]

I guess I don’t even have to say that I’ve had a rough couple of days for you to believe me. Getting out of my last class, I head to the dorms. And there I find, standing right in front of my door, the last person that I wanted to see. As soon as I notice him, my brain stops functioning. I know I should confront him, but instead I take a few steps back. I start to run away, but his eyes must have caught my movement as I hear footsteps echoing behind me. I jump down the stairs, almost tripping, stumbling all the way to the exit. I’m barely out as two strong arms catch me. I try to get a few punches, but he immobilised me. Damn it.

Martin waits until I’m calmer before he speaks. He loosens his arms but I can’t seem to move, hypnotised by the feeling of his heartbeat in my back.

-I told them to go and fuck themselves, he says slowly.

I frown at the unusual language. Before I can even say anything, he goes on:

-I wanted to show you that I really was sorry. I quit hockey, told everyone you were a thousand times better than them, he says as he lay his head on top of mine.

Some other students start watching, a few girls gossiping around us. This time, he doesn’t seem to pay attention to any of it, which kinda relieves me. Some of his hair tickle my forehead, but I’m far from minding. However, my head can't seem to grasp the situation. I’m simply… astonished. I can’t place a word, only feeling sorry for him because I can’t forgive him yet. Can I? I desperately want to. Before I do anything stupid, I run away, escaping from his grip. I’m feeling like a jerk, leaving him behind like this once again. He… he’ll understand, right?