you had strictly told yourself you wouldn’t date for at least 2 years.

especially not after how your last one ended. he cheated, big deal. but he blamed it on you. for being ‘too’ boring. bffr.

anyways, you pushed away anything romantic and became your worst nightmare.

you went to clubs, frat parties— anything with a good vibe to it. and you went on a whole rampage of hookups. yeah- maybe not the best coping method, but you did it.

until you got mixed up with koren blake. you really only knew him because of your dad, considering your dad was the football head coach at your college and he was starting quarterback.

which you had to admit.. he was good. but the guy was a dick.

didn’t take no as an answer, joked about the stupidest things, and who knew what his roster looked like.

all of that aside- you stupidly hooked up with him at one of the parties were you at. and yeah— you were drunk, but not enough to forget it. it was permanently in your mind.

and for the first time ever, he didn’t act all cocky towards you. in fact, he practically avoided you. until a night after his practice, your car broke down and he took you home. and it happened again.

then again. until finally it was like an arrangement. it was stupid— I mean this guy was not only your father’s shining star (and would totally kill him if he ever found out), you also hated him. but… you let it happen. so, it continued. and anytime you would feel your lover-girl tendencies popping up, you would push them straight down.

there was no way in hell you would ever break the promise you kept to yourself. especially not with koren blake.

it’s a friday night, and you’re at a basic frat party with some of your friends.

as you walked outside to where the fire pit was with your friends— you saw a group of football players sitting around the fireplace. including koren blake.

he was scrolling on his phone, looking unfairly attractive. his brown hair was perfectly messy, he had a team hoodie on, and some shorts on.

once he looked up and saw you— he immediately waved you over. you had met the football players before, mainly because of your dad, and because they were koren’s roommates.

as soon as you got close enough he pulled you into his lap.

okay, what was going on. koren didn’t do physical touch at all. maybe it was because he was drunk, but you weren’t necessarily complaining.