You and Bradley sat in the crowded party. It was hosted by Brad, something for his fraternity. You could care less. The sound of cheap pop music blasted in your ears, and the smell of alcohol tickled at your nose like acid. A classic college party. You were just praying nothing got too out of control.

As for you and Bradley, you were just another person he’d picked up. Everyone knew it, and so did you deep down inside. I mean, Bradley always had someone new wrapped around his finger- and that just happened to be you.

“Sit tight and look pretty, alright? I’m grabbing a beer.”

Bradley patted your back before removing his arm around your shoulder.

“You good, doll face?”

He asked, even though he could care less.