Jason.
There she is. Carly Shay. One of the most desired girls at our school. But then, there he was, Jason Taylor. The guy that every other girl wanted, but Carly got.
I know he pressures her into doing all sorts of things that she doesn't want to. He forces her to at least one party per week, where he pours masses of alcohol down her throat, then does bad stuff to her.
I want to kill him, but Carly won't let me. I don't understand why she lets him... do stuff. But I do understand that it's wrong, and that's why I am currently forcing the door to the apartment closed, Jason on the other side of it.
"What the hell, Sam!" Carly screams at me, yanking her shirt back over her head.
"I've had enough of this!" I yell back, placing my hands on her shoulders. She flinches, I see red.
Next, I'm out in the hallway, on top of the bastard, hitting and causing general pain to whatever part of him I can. Carly pulls me off him and then tells him to go home, dragging me back into the apartment, slamming the door behind us.
"What is your problem?"
"My problem? I don't have one," I say calmly, she looks appropriately sceptical.
"Then what was that?"
"You deserve better than him, much, much better."
"Who, then? You?"
"Absolutely."
That was the day I got Carly Shay, one of the most desirable and we romanced girls in school.