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Angie.”  
    “Of course I know that. She’s my roommate, ass . So why screw around with me?”  
    “I guess, well, I guess it felt right?” He drank.  
    The roommate chuckled her disbelief. “You’re such a little prick, Scot.”  
    Obviously. The empty bottle dropped from his hand and with the loss of his liquor, he finally turned his full attention to the girl. He gave one more thrust before she stopped him, snapping, “What the hell are you doing?”  
    “Oh. Did you want me to stop?”  
    “Yeah, you’re dirt. Get off me.”  
    He immediately hopped off the small bed. “Angie will be back soon, probably.”  
    “Yeah, you don’t want to be caught in bed with her fat roommate.”
    Scot laughed his reply, “Not fat.”  
    The roommate sat straight, folding her arms to cover her exquisite breasts. How he loved exquisite breasts. “That’s probably the whiskey talking.”  
    “Why have sex with me if I’m such a douche-hole?” He pulled his jeans, stumbling to the door.
    “The mimosas,” she quickly retorted. “And I’m miserable.”  
    He stared at the empty bottle of whiskey. “So am I.”  
    “You know what they say about misery, right?”  
    “It loves to fuck.”  
    The roommate grabbed at her hair in frustration. “Ugh, your confidence is attractive. Most girls dig that.”  
    “Confidence?” Scot struggled to clothe himself, fumbling his collared shirt. “What about being nice? Girls don’t like nice guys anymore?” He hiccupped.  
    The roommate leaned forward. “Not when they’re fooling around with their roommate’s boyfriend. See, nice guys are good for dating. They’re good for relationships. Guys like you, well, you would be a shitty boyfriend. I mean, you are a shitty boyfriend . Angela will realize this one day.”  
    Psychology major? “Yeah, sure, thanks. But uh, so you’re not telling her, right?”  
    Still covering herself with her hands, the roommate rolled her eyes. “Please. Angela is so clueless, not to mention absolutely crazy. She will never find out. Not from me, at least.”  
    Scot stopped in the doorway. “Some roommate she has.”  
    “Some boyfriend she has.”
    After Scot shut the door, he paused only momentarily in the living room before leaving the apartment. He was well aware he’d done a terrible thing, but he felt nothing. His girlfriend Angela — the one he’d just cheated on with her roommate — didn’t even cross his mind. His thoughts always returned to Kelsey. KELSEY. How he loved Kelsey. They’d started dating freshman year of high school and lasted many years after, and when a crowded world had become scared, sinking to hell, Kelsey gave him a lone spark of hope and—
    Scot groaned to himself. Get over it. But too often, he thought about his past, and his mind traveled back there.  
    Since leaving Kelsey two years ago, he’d been seeking escape in his self-described sex-capade, sleeping with copious amounts of girls and indulging in gallons of booze. Why had he stuck around with Angela for three months? Something about her reminded him of Kelsey, he supposed, although they looked nothing alike. Of course, the same connection with Kelsey didn’t exist. Not even close. You’ll never get those feelings again, so keep drinking, keep screwing, because that’s all you have now.  
    Feelings, he laughed at the word. Was it that day in high school that deprived him of love? Or was Kelsey the one who held it? He loved all sorts of other things, sure, but the greatest feeling of all — his love for Kelsey — made them meaningless in comparison. Will you man-up and leave already? And although telling someone to man-up was sexist, he did leave Angela’s apartment. But his thoughts kept attacking him.  
    Shut up, mind! He tried to never feel sorry for himself. Emo kids continuously wallowing in self-pity annoyed him. However, the more girls he slept with, and the more booze he downed, the more he felt human. Irish