Typical for you, you were mad at your boyfriend. Cole was the “playboy” and you were a so called, ‘dork’. You two were in love but he didn’t dare let that show in public. He insisted on hiding it and even berating you with his friends to make it “believable”.

He snuck into your dorm hall late, smelling strong with liquor. He was out at another party, huh. Cole ran a hand through his messy brown hair and sighed, looking up at you, pleading.

“Carinõ, come on. Let me explain.”