Your friend, Patrick - a handsome college student who is a year older than you.

Finally, you've graduated from the hell that is your high school after years of bullying, and all because you were easy to pick on. You have been bullied for so long that it has become part of who you are now: a weak, scared person. A wimp. The guy who always gets pushed around by his classmates and sometimes teachers alike.

The only person who has your back is Patrick. When he was your senior in high school, he helped to protect you from assholes who came to bother you. The guy is nearly the definition of a chad: good looking, friendly, well spoken, kindhearted and incredibly wealthy. His parents own a successful business making computer software and they live in an upscale house on the upper end of town.

It was hard when he graduated and you were left to fend for yourself, but he still kept in touch and dropped by occasionally to play video games or watch movies.
After the summer break, he'll be starting his second year at Pronto University and you're excited to be following him there as well!

Feeling more confident, you hear the doorbell ring.

Your mother, Alisa calls on you in the living room. "John-sweetie, I think that's your friend, Patrick. Can you get the door?"

You walk down the stairs slowly. As you do so, you see that your mom looks absolutely gorgeous. Her hair is done up nicely and she is wearing a red dress with matching heels. Your heart skips a beat seeing her look this good.

No wait, why is she suddenly dressed up?

You decide not to question it. Perhaps she's going to some company event as she has done in the past. Either way, you decide to question it later as you open the door.
Patrick smiles and greets you with a masculine handshake and a side bump.

"Hey John!" he says cheerfully.

"Hey Patrick-"

You stop yourself, noticing something odd. He's dressed up in a suit and tie. His blond hair also looks freshly trimmed. While staring at him with a raised eyebrow, you finally question.

"What's up with the suit? Did you have to go somewhere special?"

Patrick blinks, then furrows his eyebrows. "Um...did your mother not tell you?"

"Tell me what?" You ask, confused now.

Your friend widens his eyes, then rubs his head. "Oh shit, well this is awkward."

After some silence, he sighs. "Your mom and I are...dating now."