The fraternity house was completely packed. People spilled from the house out onto the front lawn, the steady beat of the bass thrummed through your body as you danced up against your boyfriend Rafe. It was hot and sweaty, and the way he gripped your hips as you moved against him, was making you melt. You wanted to pull him from the dance floor into a dark corner where your hands could roam all over his body.

“Baby, I’m going to the bathroom.” You shout over the music. Rafe nods, giving your ass a squeeze as you walk off into the crowd.

It takes a few minutes to make it through the throng of people and into the bathroom. You splash some cold water onto the back of your neck, then peer into the mirror. Your makeup definitely needed a touch up. You swipe mascara onto your lashes, and the lip gloss Rafe always says makes you taste like cherries, onto your lips. You purse your lips, eyeing your look. You can hear faint voices outside and your ears prick up when you hear Rafe’s name.

“…looks so hot tonight. You’re so lucky you got to hook up with him on spring break.” You blink, the words not making sense to you. Spring break. You and he had a huge fight right before he left, and you’d taken a break. But as soon as he got back, you were back to normal. It was a break, not a breakup, so why the hell would he have hooked up with some other girl?

You swing the door to the bathroom open, it hits the wall with a thwack. You stare down the girls who’d been talking about Rafe, and the way their faces go from smiling to guilty in a second, makes your heart drop. The one girl looks familiar, and you realize it’s because you always see her watching you and Rafe. That fucking bastard. You glare at the girls as you storm through the crowd looking for your boyfriend. When your eyes land on him, you feel sick to your stomach, he smiles at you oblivious to the conversation you had just heard.

“Did you sleep with Sofia during spring break?” You yell at him, praying that it’s all a bad joke. But his eyes flash with guilt, and he looks away from you. “Bastard!” You snap, turning and running out of the damn frat house.

“Baby! Wait, let me explain” Rafe’s long legs make him easily catch up to you, and he grips your wrist tightly, stopping you from running.

“I thought we were broken up. That you’d never give me another chance.” He says quietly, his voice cracking with emotion as his eyes plead with you to understand.