Seventeen years ago.
She decided to swing by Greg's dorm room and surprise him. She put her key in the slot and turned it, she was surprised by what she saw. He was in jeans and a tee-shirt, her best friend, Jessica, was halfway undressed. They were kissing. She inhaled sharply, which caused them to break up, he looked hurt. Not crying hurt, but he looked sad that she had to see that.
She shook her head, anger streaming down her limbs reaching even her fingertips. She took off walking, god her heels were killing her. She couldn't even fast walk and she was in pain. She stopped and slipped off her shoes. She knew he was following her, she could hear him shout her name. Once her shoes were off, she ran, her feet hiting the ground. Right, left, right left. It felt good to run, she hadn't ran in years. She was rusty and he ran every other day. But she stayed a few steps ahead of him. She ran all the way to her dorm building. She quickly made it in before some guys were bringing out a couch. So she knew the way was blocked for at least a few minutes. As she ran she whipped out her key and once at her door slipped it in and turned. She was in, locking it quickly.
"Lise," He pounded on her door. "Come on Lise."
The tears began running. She couldn't talk to him now, she couldn't deal with it.
A week went by. She avoided him, which was nearly impossible since they were in most classes together, she came in late, sat in the back. Since the two usually sat in the middle together. She had always sat in front, pre-House. He had sat in back. Then when they started dating, they sat in the middle. A compromise. She watched him throughout the classes, searching for her. But she knew he would never recognize him. A hoodie on, the hood on her head. She normally would have wore low cut tops, he liked it. And she had liked that he had liked it.
Eventually he caught on, and he had cornered her. He grabbed her elbow and pulled her to her dorm room so she couldn't get away. He grabbed her key and put it in, turning the key and opening the door.
She shook him off, but knew he let go. He shut the door behind her. The two of them in the room together. She went to a corner, and stood there. Her arms crossed. She was actually in a turtleneck today, she ran out of sweatshirts. "Why did you do it?"
"I don't know." He said, putting his hands in his pockets and leaning against the door.
"My best friend?" She asked.
"I thought I was your best friend."He whined.
"Dammit Greg. Be serious." She yelled.
"Sorry, your the longest relationship I ever had. Triple as long as I ever had. I got...i don't know. I got nervous. I felt like I was being sufficated. I needed to do something that I was in control of." He said.
"Then buy a dog, go gamble, stand me up. But seriously, sleep with my best friend? Dammit Greg." She said, feeling tears appear in her eyes.
"It didn't mean anything," He said, honestly. It didn't. He thought of her the whole time and was about to pull away when she opened the door.
"Whatever." She said, feeling the first tear break apart from the pack and roll down her cheek.
"I swear it didn't mean anything."
"Nothing means anything to you, does it?" She mumbled. Suddenly he was in front of her, his arms around her, she fought against him but suddenly stopped fighting and was kissing him. Hard. Her hands were pulling his hair. He was gentle at first, like they use to be. But then his hands were grabbing her waist, he pushed her up against the wall.