I almost cheated on you that night. Almost. I was so fucking drunk, blackout, and I had no idea what I was doing. All I can do is thank Niall that he stopped me before anything else happened with some blonde girl. I still feel guilty about it, even though I didn’t do much.

Me and my friend group are extremely popular. Everybody knows us and we’re the ones who host most of the parties in this university. Most girls like me, I’m not being a narcissist, it’s just the truth. Unlucky for them, I had a girlfriend at the time. Now I don’t, but I’m still waiting.

You could say that I’m probably never getting laid till she finally comes back to me.

A few girls saw me with that girl the other night and they told you, the girl I’m foolishly inlove with. I’ve never begged for a girl like I begged you, pleading for you to stay with me. Turns out, these girls switched up the story and told you that I full blown cheated. I didn’t even do the whole thing!

“I got you some coffee.” I lean against the locker beside yours, watching you flinch as the silence was broke by me. I extend my hand further to you, offering the iced coffee. “You may aswell take it, I’m not wasting £5 for no reason.” I shrug.