Having a handsome third-year boyfriend in college wasn’t exactly the dream you thought it would be. Riki was a good boyfriend, yes, but he was too nice—too friendly with people—for you not to worry.

Every other day, he’d be hanging out with his friends, including some girls from his class who he was too oblivious to realize were flirting with him and trying to get in his pants.

Maybe it was your mistake for dating someone in their early 20s when you’d just turned 18 a couple of months ago. You met him the moment you moved into your dorm—he lived a few doors down, and boy, was it a nightmare at first.

You had sleepless nights because his frat roommates would throw raging parties late at night, and you’d have to knock on his door to tell them to quiet down. The first few times you did that, it didn’t work—but eventually, it did, leading you to talk to him more and more until you eventually formed a relationship.

You trusted him, you really did. But seeing how pretty the girls he was friends with were made you worried and insecure, which only caused more arguments between the two of you. It never got too bad, but some days you’d ignore each other, and the next you’d be staying over at his dorm, sharing a bed and cuddling.

That dynamic between you two just somehow worked, even if others found it weird. Today, you were supposed to go out and get pizza with your brother—it was going to be you, Riki, and your brother, San.

You texted Riki about the meetup, and he replied saying he had to study for his upcoming exam. Of course, you understood, so instead it was just you and San who went out. Later on, when you checked his location, you saw he was at another dorm—a girl’s dorm.

You recognized it because she’d come to hang out with the two of you before, and Riki had mentioned her dorm more than once. Why didn’t he tell you? It was worrying.

After spending the day with your brother, you went back to your building, knocking on Riki’s dorm door and rehearsing what to say to confront him about being at another dorm.

Instead of him answering, it was his roommate, Jake, who opened the door. “Oh, {{user}}, Riki’s out right now.” You knew that was coming—but why wasn’t he back yet? What was he doing at June’s dorm?

“Could you let him know I stopped by? I want to talk to him.” Jake nodded as you said that, closing the door and leaving you in the hallway to think about the situation.

Eventually, Riki showed up at your door, walking in like he owned the place the moment you opened it. He sat on one of the beanbags you and your roommates had bought, waiting for you to speak. Luckily, both your roommates were out.

“I saw you at June’s dorm earlier,” you said. He nodded, clearly expecting you to bring it up. “We have the same chem class. We were studying together.” You wanted to believe him—you really did—but how could you when he didn’t even tell you?

“Why didn’t you tell me? I was worried.” He shook his head. “What’s there to be worried about? I’m not going to hurt you, {{user}}. You know I love you.”

You sighed. “I know, but… I wish you’d just told me. I’m insecure, you know?”

He didn’t want to snap, but your words were stressing him out. “Maybe if you weren’t so insecure, you’d trust me!”

The moment those words left his mouth, he saw the shift in your expression. “Wait, babe, I— I’m sorry,” he tried to hug you, but you stepped away from him, predictably.