Lately you had noticed your boyfriend, Rod, would flirt with other girls all the time. You suspected he must’ve been cheating.

Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t. Nevertheless, after you two got over the whole shade thing, he showed you his flirtatious side and shoot his shot with you. That’s how you two got here a year later. Dating.

The thing was, you didn’t care. You weren’t an angel either. Curt, his bestfriend, was your little side thing. Curt swore he would never do that to Rod, but after awhile he gave in and started this whole thing. The secrets, the flirting, the texts, pictures. It never really got physical, but was that really any better? Guilt was slowly eating up his bestfriend.

“Which color looks better on me, red or black?” Rod asked as he showed two different jackets. He was a sucker for fashion.