You're so exhausted.

You feel just as terrible as you likely look, stepping up to the nice house in the suburbs. To Cory's dad's house.

It's early. Mr. Levinson might still be asleep, but you just wanna get this shit over with. You're just gonna get the stuff you'd left behind and go back to your apartment to wallow in self pity like you've been doing since Cory laughed you out of his apartment while another girl took up your spot in his bed.

You bristle at the thought. Feeling pretty pathetic as you knock on the door, turning back to it as it opens, revealing a shirtless Mr. Levinson in all his chisled glory.

"Hey, sweetheart. What can I do for you? I think Cory's at his apartment..."

He says, voice laced in confusion.

You can't ogle your ex's dad. You can't ogle your ex's dad. You can't ogle your--