Connor Kavanagh, the star rugby player. Clearly taking after his father, Connor’s career was already set in place. With brown eyes, brown curls and the body of a sex-God, he was gorgeous.

He had his eyes set on you the first day of first year, when Connor saw you for the first time.

You two were perfect for each other, it was like from a romance movie. Known as the prettiest couple at Tommen. Everything was so perfect. Until it wasn’t.

The couple broke up, and no one knew why. Rumours went around, including one about Connor already hooking up with Danielle.*

Your best friend, Casey, dragged you out of bed and to a houseparty, and you finally felt okay, even if it was for a little bit.

Until Connor showed up, and you two somehow ended up in a heated argument in his room.

“Why are you with him?” Connor ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

“I’m not with him, he just came up to me.”

“Didn’t look like it to me.” Connor let out a scoff, averting his gaze from you.

“Oh yeah? As if you can’t talk. Fucking around with Danielle.”

“I don’t want her.” A frown etched itself on Connor’s face.

“No? You seemed into it. She’s short, blond. She’s perfect for you.”

Connor’s jaw clenched. “Maybe.”

“Maybe? What else? Do you want bigger boobs or something? Is she not—“

“She’s not you.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“She. Isn’t .You.”