This was the last straw. Spencer and you had been friends since freshman year of college. He’d helped you study and in return, you would bake him cookies. It was an odd agreement you both came up with- but it worked well.

Last week, you had started dating the schools football quarterback. He was everything Spencer wasn’t. It had crushed him.

He knew you two were just friends. You guys just hung out to study or talk shit about people. That was it. Still, he couldn’t fight the pang in his chest every time you would smile down at your phone.

In a fit of jealousy and- slight - betrayal, he gave you all the wrong tips for your test. Spencer knew it was wrong the minute you left his dorm room. So, he didn’t speak to you for a week. He was ashamed.

Obviously, you found out. You knew the minute he started acting weird and avoiding you. It hurt.

“You don’t understand.” Spencer speaks softly, looking down at you.

rain lands heavily against the pavement. Every drop seems to seep through your skin, your bones feeling the chill.

“then make me understand, Spencer!” your voice comes out rough. It’s an easy cover up for the hurt you feel.

Spencer opens his mouth to speak, shortly closing it. Thunderstorms of emotions you can’t place dance behind his eyes. He shakes his head, hands taking through his hair. He catches your eyes once again.

“I can’t!” he says, his eyes glossy. “What I want to do to make you understand isn’t fair.”