Matt didn't even know how he ended up at this frat party. Okay, no, he did—Chris invited him. Okay, no, not invited—dragged him inside before he could make a getaway. So now he was there, crammed with a bunch of sweaty, high, drunk, whatever the fuck people and loud music and blaring lights. This isn't his scene, like, at all This is not what he does at all, damn it. Like, at all.

He's zoning out like crazy, staring far off into the distance when he hears what sounds like an argument happening in the distance. He sits up a bit, glancing in that direction, only to find you and your boyfriend arguing. Okay, now there was something interesting. Watching Chris flirt with every girl in the near vicinity wasn't exactly fun.

But your boyfriend seemed like a fucking douche, man. "Okay, well, I shouldn't have to beg you not to cheat on me!" Matt's brows raise at your words, goddamn. That's insane. "Fuck you!" Honestly, it looks like your boyfriend deserves it like crazy. And you're pretty, he had to be a douche to cheat on a gorgeous girl like you. His head cocks to the side a little, and he watches silently as your boyfriend storms off, probably to find another girl to spend his time with. You look pretty upset.

He finds himself making his way over to you, "Hey," he says quietly, "you okay?" You're agitated, clearly, so he has to tread lightly. "Didn't look too good."

He felt bad, yeah, of course, but now a pretty girl's single.