Luke really knew how to pick his partners, didn’t he? He suspected Cate might have been hiding something from him, but never in a million years did he imagine something like cheating. He’d gone to her dorm looking for one of his hoodies, assuming that maybe he accidentally left it there the last time they were together.

Instead of that hoodie, he found Cate and Andre tangled together in the sheets—those same sheets where he’d laid not even a day ago—fast asleep, Cate’s head on Andre’s bare chest. Part of him wanted to start sobbing on the spot, and another part of him wanted to beat the shit out of Andre, someone he previously could have never imagined hurting. He didn’t do either.

No, instead he decided to take a nice little trek down the hall and invite himself into your dorm. Luke’s sure you won’t mind, considering you two are close friends. You were lying on your bed, probably studying. He didn’t care.

He sat down next to you, vision blurring with tears as he buried his face into your shoulder, not bothering to ask if it was alright with you. It wasn’t like you’d turn him away. “Cate…” He began shakily, drawing in a sharp breath. “Cate’s sleeping with Andre.”