Senior year of university was going to be your year.

Was the mindset you had at the beginning of the week. But only one week in, and you were already the talk of the campus after pictures went around of you making out with some jock named Alex at a party, and talks of your hookup. The same guy who happened to be the school's star football star and wide receiver. And standing outside your apartment door.

"Hey. It's Alex, I want to talk."

He said sheepishly, as he knocked again.