I was dating the starting quarterback at our school until he cheated on me with my friend.
When I found out, I did the only thing I knew to do - packed my stuff and left the off-campus apartment we were sharing to move back to my parent’s house for the summer.
For months, I mended my wounds and plan a future that no longer involved my long-term boyfriend.
Now that the new semester is starting up, I refuse to let his actions taint my previous college years, so I look for ways to move to another off-campus place.
This one is co-ed and coveted, so when I’m given the choice to walk away or share it with the starting quarterback for the rival school (mine and my ex’s shared enemy), I choose to stay.
What happens next is a blur, but somehow I end up in his bed instead of mine and suddenly I can’t remember why I didn’t like him in the first place.