Imagine you and bad boy Michael were really close as kids but grew apart when he started hanging out with the wrong crowd. The night after the whole school finds out your now ex-boyfriend cheated on you, you have a cry fest watching chick flicks when he doorbell rings. You open it to find Michael standing there with furious eyes and bloody knuckles. He puts his hand on the back of your neck, rests his forehead against yours and asks softly "are you okay?"
