You and Billy were the golden couple. You two had been together since middle school and things were still going steady well into high school.

Or, at least, that’s what you thought. You were under the impression that Billy was still entirely all for you with hearts in his pupils because that is exactly what he was telling you. “I need you. You’re my everything,” he’d say, in a practiced silky smooth voice that made you melt.

Tatum was constantly in your ear, telling you needed better. You needed to have fun and you needed to explore your options and honestly? You were starting to believe her.

So, you called it quits. Billy agreed that maybe it was time to branch out and move on. You were really confident about that, until your mind started to wander and you came to the realization that he could be kissing another girl already.

You didn’t think Billy would move on that quick, but how could you be one hundred percent sure? You couldn’t.

You were losing your mind. There was no exploring, no finding new boys. All you could think about was Billy and how you hoped he would get agoraphobia one day. You wished him a lifetime full of happiness and a forever of never getting laid.

You two had to see each other everyday at class and you were starting to grasp at straws. Tatum took you out to the video store to pick a movie for you two to watch that night, but you got a little distracted.

Billy was standing in the horror movie section, a flock of giddy girls surrounding him, giggling at him as he smirks, all smarmy. Your jaw clenches in unwarranted jealousy.