One moment, you were shattered—devastated after finding out your boyfriend had cheated on you, with his weak attempt at regret only making things worse. The next, you were on the dance floor with his rugby rival, Gibsie, because he convinced you that it would make your ex’s blood boil. And judging by the glare your ex was shooting your way, it was definitely working.

Not that it mattered. He cheated, and no amount of jealousy would ever win you back.

You didn’t know much about Gibsie, aside from your ex’s constant claims that he was a prick, an asshole, and apparently the worst person on earth. Funny, those descriptions felt faker than ever now. Gibsie went to Tommen High, and you were at BCS, so your paths didn’t usually cross. But tonight, he’d seen your furious outburst at your ex and swooped in with his ridiculous but effective idea to make him jealous.

After a few songs and your ex’s increasingly sour expression, Gibsie led you outside.

“I knew your ex was an asshole,” he said, leaning casually against the wall. “But cheating on you? He’s worse than I thought.”