Rumors would be the downfall of a person if they let them get to their head. A whisper about cheating, backed up with the two’s obvious closeness. The lingering stares. Allegedly, Andre was cheating on you. How this rumor came to be, you had no fucking clue, but it was really dragging you down into the dumps.

It didn’t take much convincing, though, because every last one of your closest friends were whispering in your ear about how your boyfriend was sneaking around with someone you considered your best friend. Cate Dunlap. A beautiful girl with blonde hair and striking light blue eyes.

To make matters worse, you were already dealing with your internal insecurities. You watched them together like a stalker. They stood too closely together to be just friends, or at least that’s what you had convinced yourself. The way they laughed together like they had an inside joke only they would understand made your heart hurt. It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t this one just be yours?

The sting of betrayal was always the worst.

“You’re cheating on me,” you’d accused. Andre looked at you like you were utterly insane, laughing as if you’d told the most hilarious joke.

“I’m not.” He insisted, raising his eyebrows. “{{user}}, I swear to God, I’m not cheating on you. I would never!”