Cappie never knew what he did wrong

He had loved Casey, and he had never done anything to betray her. He still loved her. All those other girls were failed replacements. He hadn't been like this before her. Casey had ruined him.

He remembered talking to Ashleigh that night. A few weeks after Casey had used him to get back at Evan. He had felt so bare and alone after she'd left him. He'd even shed a few tears, when he'd reminisced for too long. But Ashleigh had solved the mystery for him.

"They wanted me to break up with my boyfriend," She had said, staring at her drink with a depressed look.

"Who?" He had asked, looking confused.

Ashleigh sighed, "The Zeta Betas." She looked at him and laughed cynically at his expression. "Don't look so shocked. They always force us to break up with the ones they don't like. Or basically anyone who isn't an Omega Chi. I mean you should know since-" Her eyes widened. "You didn't know." It was meant as a question, but sounded like a statement.

"Casey broke up with me because the Zeta Betas wanted her to?" Cappie asked quietly, anger and hurt edging his voice. Ashleigh bit her lip, squinting and finally nodding. Cappie squeezed his eyes shut tightly, wishing the tears to hold until he was somewhere safe. And alone.

Cappie was a sensitive guy. Casey had been his first (and so far only) love. Sure, he'd dated a few girls in high school, but nothing serious. Then came freshman year. Then came Casey Cartwright.

Cappie was pledging at Kappa Tau, it was three weeks in. He was having fun, but he was still doing schoolwork. His parents didn't even expect anything of him. They had both dropped out of high school at sixteen to "find themselves". They always told him that all they cared was that he was "having fun, being true to himself, and that he was happy."

When Cappie looked back on it all now, he realized that the reason he had mentored Rusty was because he was just like him, when he had first started college. He had been hard working; he had even been a Physics major. They had met by chance, she was lost on the way to the Omega Chi's house, and she stopped by Kappa Tau. She was delivering crush baskets.

Cappie had been on the Kappa Tau porch, smiling amused at the fiery blonde who was obviously having issues. She looked up to see him smirking and shrieked in frustration. Then she abruptly broke into tears, and sat down on the curb. He had rushed to her side worriedly.

"Are you okay?" She looked up at him, wiping the tears quickly and jumping up.

"I'm fine, can you just tell me which direction the Omega Chi house is?" Casey stared at the ground, one hand covering her eyes and the other on her hip.

Cappie cocked his head to the side, cracking the gum in his mouth, "I will if you share one of those pies with me."

Her head jerked up and she glared at him, "Fine. Pick your choice." He had grinned, picking up a banana cream pie from some random basket. "Come into the house, we don't bite." She looked hesitant, staring at him. He offered his hand and she took a step forward, grabbing it.

They had sat in the Kappa Tau kitchen, laughing and joking. That began their pie tradition. Those crush baskets never got delivered. Cappie's older Brothers left them alone, sensing this was important.

When Casey finally looked at her watch, she jumped, smiling and apologizing, "I have to go, I'm sorry."

Cappie had walked her to the door, leaning against the frame. "I'm Cappie, by the way."

Casey had grinned, "I'm Casey."

"Do you think we could meet for coffee some time?" He had asked casually, trying desperately to hide his nervousness.

"I'd love that," She had mumbled, barely coherent. A slight blush had spread across her cheeks, and she turned to hurry back to her car.

Cappie made a split second decision. He took a few quick steps forward, gently grabbed her arms, and spun her around. Their lips met in a sweet, short, and perfect kiss. Cappie smiled goofily and Casey beamed, waving as she drove off.

Thus began the relationship that had changed Cappie's life. It was a whirlwind romance, much like the ones portrayed in movies and on TV. At Thanksgiving she'd met his parents, and she witnessed first hand where he got all his quirkiness, and free spirit. He met her parents on Christmas, because his were in Africa. They had loved him, and her mother had made him sample all of her pies. Her father talked football with him the whole three days, debating which teams had a chance at the Super Bowl.

Cappie said it first. She had looked shocked and she had slowly smiled. "I love you too." She had said, burying her head in his shirt.

He pulled the ultimate cliché and gave her his lavaliere on Valentine's Day. She cherished it, often times wearing it wrapped around her wrist, but never taking it off for long. Cappie clung to the memory of their first time. It had been awkward, and terrifying, and perfect. He remembered being as nervous as she was, it wasn't just her first time, it was his too. He stayed up all night watching her sleep, perfectly content to stay awake, just to savor the moment.

He switched majors, switched dorms, and moved in with Evan. Casey thought Evan was stuck up, and that he needed to loosen up. Cappie and Casey fought all the time, though never more than playful loving bickering. They flew across the country eight times during the summer to see each other.

And then came November sixth. Cappie remembered it was like every other day. He had switched majors again, and he had gone to his classes. Casey was in one of them, and she had seemed slightly distant. She had been fiddling with his lavaliere the whole hour, and it worried him.

"Cap, we need to talk," She said, sitting up in his bed.

"What's wrong Case?" Cappie sat up with her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Casey stood up, reaching up to take off the lavaliere and turning to him, "I'm sorry Cappie." Tears were threatened to spill from her eyes. "I can't do this anymore. We're done." She closed his hand around the necklace, and kissed his forehead. "I hope I'll see you around."

He had cried himself to sleep, taken a shower the next morning, and went to classes. He cleaned the entire Kappa Tau house within two weeks, and often studied with Casey. And then she stopped. She stopped talking to him; he stopped seeing her most days. He stopped cleaning a month later, and was able to talk to her without crying or getting drunk later in the night.

Then she started dating Evan, and the whole process started over again. Cappie threw himself into the Kappa Tau lifestyle, stopped going to classes, and started partying heavily.

Then Evan cheated on her, she had come to him for comfort. Cappie thought it was over, and they could finally be together again. She left, and he made a joke to cover his hurt as she walked out the door. Then he cried again. He went to a class when he found out that Evan was giving his letters to her. He tried to stop it.

Casey accepted Evan's lavaliere while staring at Cappie. It killed him.

Now Evan and Casey were broken up, and it was a new semester. Cappie had decided to switch back to Literature as his major; he enjoyed it the most. He had been in a music store when he found a certain CD in the "Brand New" section. It was by one of Casey's favorite bands. He bought it. He had seen her sitting at a café not long after he found out the truth.

Cappie approached her with purpose. He put the bag with the CD in it on the table. She looked up at him, startled.

"Cap-"

He held up his hand, "No Case, just let me get this out." She nodded, anxiously searching his eyes. "Casey, I'm in love with you. I have been since freshman year. You hurt me so bad, I'm still not over it. The worst thing is that you dumped me because of the ZBZ's. It wasn't even you talking to me. It was them. And even though I owe you nothing and this really doesn't even concern you, by doing what I did before break I feel like I betrayed you." He took a deep breath and met the eyes that he had been avoiding. "I had sex with Rebecca."

Cappie turned abruptly walking away; feeling like a weight was lifted from his shoulders, as cliché as that sounded. He also felt broken again, and began to walk faster. He was itching to start cleaning again.

A/N- So? What do you think? This is kind of my "return" to fan fiction. I'm thinking of making a sequel/another chapter that focuses around Casey. Should I? Review with the answer!