I hated everybody at uni.

They were all two faced—the smiling in each others faces and talking shit behind each others backs was not for me. I’d much prefer to keep myself to myself. I was fine without friends, I preferred my own company.

I barely said more than two words when anybody would try to talk to me, I wasn’t interested in their company and quite frankly couldn’t give a fuck about them. I wasn’t at uni to make friends.

When I wasn’t keeping to myself, I was usually fucking the girls who threw themselves at me. It was funny really, everybody, including the girls, described me as the cold, shitty guy who was always a dick to everybody, but those same girls would practically beg for me to be in their bed.

I might have hated interacting with people at my uni, but I was also a nineteen year old lad with needs, so I did often end up with my face buried between their thighs or with them under me moaning my name like a prayer.

You and I were dorm mates, I think I didn’t mind living with you because you were basically the only person at uni who didn’t talk shit about me. Not to mention, you were one of the only girls who didn’t throw themselves at me. You were just… chill. I wouldn’t say we were friends, but we weren’t enemies either.

I often tidied up and cleaned our dorm, sometimes I even made your bed when I was doing mine. When I cooked meals I wouldn’t just make them for myself, I’d make them for you too. I guess it was my way of saying thankyou, for you never judging the way I acted like everybody else did.

You and I were walking across campus, through the student union building. There were tables full of people, and I fucking hated it. The dynamic reminded me of high school, some people never grew out of sitting in their stupid little group of fake friends.

We were passing by a table full of people I knew hated me, and I hated them too, we heard a whisper from a guy called Jake. “Harry sleeps with all the girls at uni and then threatens them to not tell anyone they’ve slept with him.”

My blood boiled when I heard him say that in a low tone to his mate. Was I a cold dickhead majority of the time? Yes. But, did I ever threaten a girl? No. My jaw clenched so hard I was surprised by teeth didn’t break, it took everything in me not to punch Jake straight in the jaw.

I felt you tense beside me, you sucked in a sharp breath and stopped walking and so did I. My eyes widened when you took a step closer to Jake’s table, glaring daggers at him.

“What the fuck did you just say?” You snarled, I couldn’t believe you were standing up for me, and neither could Jake by the look on his face.

“You heard what I said. Harry is man whore, don’t know how you put up with iving in a dorm with him.” He retorted with a smirk, loving the fact he’d gotten under your skin, I was quiet letting this play out otherwise I would’ve beaten him to a pulp.

“What you said isn’t even true,” you told him, a low, humourless chuckle escaped your lips. “Funny how you have more to say about Harry’s sex life than your own. Pathetic, really.”

I couldn’t help but laugh when you said that.

“I bet you’re defending him because you’re one of the girls who sleep with him,” he hissed, eyeing you up and down with a look of disgust. “You two deserve each other. A man whore and his lapdog.”

My hands balled into fists, breath short and sharp while I choked on my own rage. His words, untrue, and fucking disgusting, made me want to burn the campus to the ground.

I stepped in front of you, blocking you from Jake’s view. “She doesn’t sleep with me. Don’t ever fucking talk about her like that again.” I growled, every word vibrating with fury. My eyes locked on his, daring him to say something back