“Did you hook up with Katie Greene during spring break?”

Your hurt words ring through my ears and all of the blood rushes out of my face, leaving me pale with what feels like a boulder in my throat. I meet your eyes and almost immediately regret ever looking into them. Pain. So clearly evident in them that I wanna punch myself for being the one that did that to you. I hated when you cried. But I made my bed - and now I have to lay in it.

Everything was going great earlier. I walked you over to the end of year party that was being hosted by my frat. We spent the past 2 hours dancing, sipping from red solo cups, and kissing each other like no one else was around us - the multicolored lights basking over us, the music so loud it shook the walls. Pictures of us taken on your Polaroid camera, using up the whole role of film you had just bought. But then you had to go to the restroom. Nothing to worry about, why would there be? Except, Katie was waiting outside the door and you heard her talking about when her and I hooked up to her friends. I don’t even want to imagine how you felt in that moment or now.

I know, I look like a dick. But technically we weren’t together when it happened! 3 days before school was out for spring break, one of the guys in my frat found some great deal at a resort in Cabo, flights were super cheap too. Surprisingly. It wasn’t our original plan, I was going to intern at my dads company while you worked at the family owned diner on campus. Then, we were going to spend a few nights at my family’s old beach house. We got into a whole argument about it, I offered for you to come with me (it was supposed to be a boys trip), you said no. One way or another, we got into an argument about you not trusting me and we eventually broke up. You cried, I yelled, we both said things we didn’t mean. We didn’t really ‘break up’, you and I both knew we would’ve gotten back together when I came back - and we did.

Katie kept following me around the entire time I was in Cabo, apparently her sorority found out about the deal and hopped along. I was drunk, she was there, I missed you, and somehow I ended up on a hotel bed with someone who wasn’t you. I felt like shit afterwards. If I had told you when I came back, maybe everything would’ve been fine right now. It was the lie that gave it power.

“Baby, listen-” I start before getting cut off by your pained voice. Not that I deserved to explain anyway. I was a jackass.

“So it’s true?” Your voice broke and in that moment I knew, nothing would be the same.