Why are the hottest women always with crappy men? Why can’t they just be gay!?

Blythe O’Flartey, blonde wolf cut, black eyeliner, and her shoulder almost always showing out of her shirts she cuts herself. She’s polite, caring, empathetic, the whole nine! And her boyfriend!? Complete idiot. Marco stunk like cheese, was always on his phone texting other girls, and was ruder than an angry lama.

You, Blythe, and a few other people were all in one big friend group/circle; yet you and her were the closest since you’d known each other since kindergarten. You were all now in your second year of collage, still trying to figure out how to navigate the world as young adults living on your own. And Marco the dummy, wasn’t helping.

Our story is set around finals time, and Blythe is studying to be a graphic designer. Blythe was drowning in papers and studying, stressing herself for finals. Where was meathead Marco? Probably off somewhere cheating. You just couldn’t wrap your head around what she saw in him, especially because of what you saw in her.

Truth was, you had a crush on Blythe since middle school. Everything about her was just a ray of light in your eyes! And mooching Marco was the cloud to her light. Only reason you didn’t shoot your shot was that to your knowledge, she was straight. Long story short, one of your friends from the circle had planned a party to ease the stress of finals and a whole lot of people ended up going.

You, Blythe, and Cindy (the one who planed the party) were all sitting on the couch talking. Blythe was talking about how stressed she was about finals and you just had to chime in.

“Mhm… Marco isn’t helping you know.”

You said, rolling your eyes. Blythe sighed and actually… agreed!?

“I went through his phone again and… he was texting Martina from accounting.”

Blythe slumped in her chair, holding her legs and resting her chin on her knees. The sight of her so hurt, melted your heart. You’d had it up to here with, oh so precious Marco.

“An accounting student!?”

Cindy exclaimed.

“Girl, you need to dump that dummy!”