Jimmy's Perspective-

Jay walked into Jimmy's dorm.

"Well that happened." Jay said.

"What happened?" Jimmy asked, looking up from his homework.

Jay looked over to the door, "Scott."

Jimmy looked confused.

"You seriously didn't hear any of that?" Jay asked

"I was using the noise cancelation headphones."

Jay sighed and rolled his eyes.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Here, I'll be right back." Jay said.

Jay then got up and walked out, closing the door behind him, leaving Jimmy alone.

After a couple minutes, Jay peeked in.

"Scott wants to talk to you." He said.

Jimmy tilted his head.

"I know. I don't know why."

Jimmy got up and walked out.

He saw Scott on the couch.

Jay folded his arms and put on a stern look.

"J-Jimmy!" Scott said, blushing, "Er- are you okay?"

Jimmy nodded, "Yeah, I've been fine."

"Scott, what do you want?" Jay asked, making Scott shoot him a look.

Scott then took a deep breath and looked at Jimmy.

"I really like you, Jimmy." He said, blushing, "And I understand- "

"Shut the fuck up." Jay said, interrupting Scott.

"Er- pardon?"

Jay laughed sickly, "You're acting like what just happened never did. Like you're the good guy. Like you don't know why Leslie was so mad at you."

"I- what do you mean?"

"Don't act dumb, Scott. I know what you're doing. You're abusing and manipulating these people for money. You don't love them. You never did."

Scott's eyes widened.

"Yeah, that's right! I know your true intentions! Do you even know what you make people go through? How they feel? ANYTHING?!"

"I- "

"And don't lie either." Jay said, folding his arms, "Tell the truth."

"I- I'm not- I didn't mean- it's not like- "

Jay scoffed as he turned and walked to his room.

"You're a selfish playboy who breaks guys' hearts. You don't deserve Jimmy."

And he slammed his door shut.

Jimmy and Scott stood in an awkward silence.

Tears formed in Scott's eyes as his breath picked up.

"I- I'm sorry!" He sobbed, running into his dorm.

Jimmy stood there, confused.

But it didn't matter whether Scott liked him or not.

His heart belonged to Tango.

But still...he started to feel a bit sad and...broken?

Scott's Perspective-

One Hour Later-

I laid in my bed, sobbing and hiccupping alone in the dark.

I couldn't do this.

I hated myself.

I hated my life.

Who was I turning into?

I was never like this.

I then heard someone knock on my door.

"What the fuck do you want?" I snapped, but the shakiness of my voice took away the fury I was trying to put into it.

Jay opened the door.

He leaned on the doorframe, his arms folded.

"I told you Scott." He said.

"I don't fucking- "

"And this was the point I was waiting for. I just wish it came sooner."

"What do you mean?"

"This is the part where you realized all of the things you've been doing. This is the part when you start to hate yourself."

He walked over to me and sat on my bed.

"But I can help you."

I scoffed, "I don't want your help."

Jay raised an eyebrow.

"You've hated me this entire year. Why do I want your help?" I snapped.

"I hated the person you were. A playboy and liar. But now I think you're who you used to be. Nice."

"I don't give a crap. I don't want your fucking help. You've ruined my life."

Jay looked as though he had something he wanted to shout at me, but instead he stood up.

"Fine." He said, shrugging, "Fine."

"I try and help but no, why would you want to listen to me?" He asked.

I watched as Jay left.

"If you ever want to talk, let me know." He said over his shoulder.

My eyes widened before he closed the door.

He actually sounded sincere.