The slap shouldn't have come with such a surprise as it did, though the star football player had no idea what he had done to the girl which had been ruling his dreams since he first met her. As she turned away from him, he felt his heart ripped apart as he soon came to understand a little bit better why she acted the way she had.<br/><br/>Mike felt something inside his body tremble, though he wasn't quite sure what it was. "Why...?" He let out slowly, "I didn't feel like I was good enough for a girl like you..." His hands dropped to his sides as he tried to gather what he wanted to say. "I didn't think some fatherless jock could ever give you anything..." He looked down at his feet for a moment before looking back in her direction, "It was a selfish decision and I never knew it would hurt you so bad..." He took a breath but paused for a moment, walking around in front of her and finding himself on his knees, taking her hands in his and looking up to her. The occasional tear splashed against his rock hard face, eroding itself back to a form that was much more like his old self. "I don't know if you can forgive me for what I did or how I treated you..." His voice lingered for a second, "I just hope you'll let me attempt to make it up to you somehow..." He cracked a smile finally, "I want to be with you, Olivia Turrow." He took her hand and kissed it gingerly, "I will not make the same mistake again." He put an emphasis on the word 'not' as he squeezed her hands a little tighter, the smile still on his face.