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CAMPUS GOD
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“Girl, I’m in desperate need of a break,” my bestie says as we hustle our way through the crowd of students traveling across campus like a herd of slow-moving cattle.
“Easton wearing you out already with all that sex?”
Sasha’s eyes widen as she knocks her shoulder into mine. “What? Of course not!”
I grin as her face turns beet red.
Uh-huh, sure…
I knowexactlywhat’s going on in the room across from mine. Those two are so loud it would be impossiblenotto know. Although, I can’t begrudge Sasha for finding her happily ever after and enjoying every moment of it.
That girl deserves it.
She’s been crushing on her best guy friend since they were kids and didn’t think there’d come a time when Easton saw her as anything more than his soccer-playing gal pal. But dreams really do come true, because here we are. They’ve been going strong for about a month now.
And it’s all thanks to yours truly. I’m the one who pushed her into going out with my hockey-playing cousin, Ryder. That was all the prompting Easton needed to see her for the gorgeous woman Sasha has grown into. And the rest is relationship history.
They fit so perfectly that it’s almost like they’ve been together for years. Two pieces of the same puzzle.
Am I a wee bit jealous of what they have?
Of course not.
All right, maybe a little. Who wouldn’t want to be with a guy who looks at you like you hung the moon in the sky especially for him? That’s exactly the way it is with Easton.
My last relationship ended in spectacular disaster. We’re talking flames, plumes of black smoke, and no survivors.
Andrew Hickenlooper.
Football player.
More like all-around player.
We were together for almost a year when I’d learned that he’d been cheating.
A nasty chlamydia diagnosis was the ultimate tip-off. Imagine sitting on a table in a doctor’s office, only to be told you had an STI. And since I wasn’t screwing around on the side, I knew exactly where it had come from.
The only thing worse than that was when he tried to deny it. When that didn’t work, he’d attempted to tell me that I caught it from a toilet seat.
Ummm…no.
It’s not called a sexually transmitted infection for nothing.
The situation jackhammered to an all-new low when I found out that almost everyone at Western knew he was screwing around behind my back, and that it had been going on throughout most of our relationship. I won’t lie, for a few minutes, I’d considered transferring colleges.
But here’s the thing—I didn’t do anything wrong.
Even though it wasn’t easy, I held my head up high and ignored all the ugly gossip until it eventually died down. Now, if Andrew would take a hint and leave me alone, I could finally put the whole nasty mess behind me, where it belongs.
“You might not have noticed, but the walls in our apartment are paper thin.”
“Oh, god,” she groans, cheeks growing more flushed with every step we take.
I can’t resist the chuckle that slips free.
