Ashley had never questioned her sexuality before you.

She knew she liked guys. She found some attractive, she’s dated a few, and has found enjoyment in going out with them. This included Raymond Waters.

Raymond Waters. Handsome, kind, quarterback for their college football team, British accent. God, Ashley found him so fine. What more could she ask for in a guy?

So she did what any sane, young adult woman would do and befriended Raymond’s girl best friend. You. She confessed how she felt about Raymond to you, offered money, a new car, anything to get you to help her “attract” him. Was it desperate? Extremely. Ashley couldn’t defend herself, honestly.

Then, as you two started hanging out more and more, days spent at nearby malls, late-night studying, and dinners that lasted until dessert at 3 am, Ashley started questioning herself. Of course, you were beautiful, and Ashley could acknowledge that. But that didn’t mean she LIKED you, right?

It also didn’t matter, of course. You had secured her a date with Raymond. All this time and effort was paying off. She liked Raymond.

She stood in her tiny dorm room, staring at herself in the mirror. Nice dress, heels, hair styled to perfection. Makeup done with absolute precision. Soon, Raymond would be standing outside her dorm, picking her up for a fancy dinner.

And then there was you, sitting on her bed, staring at her through the mirror reflection.