I definitely needed the run, and I really needed the time that I spent with Kyle. I hadn't realized how much stress I had built up in the past twenty-four hours until I was able to run it all off. It was fun to be able to talk to someone new and to get to know them on a friendlier level. It was even more amazing to finally have a guy that I can call a friend without any strings attached. I mean sure he is drop dead gorgeous, but really, the last thing I need right now is to get out of a relationship and jump into the arms of another guy.

We had gone on a fairly easy five mile run around campus. He showed me the various buildings that would house my classes for the next four years, and even showed me the Intro to Psychology class that we had together the next semester. I was having a really good time for the first time in a long time.

I hadn't realized what it would feel like to be carefree and by myself for once, especially since my life back home consisted of Becca and Noah.

I hadn't even realized I was daydreaming until Kyle started laughing at me. We were sitting down at a smoothie place just off of campus and I couldn't even recall how I had gotten here.

"Dang Phoebs, I know I'm hot, but really there is no need to stare…" Kyle blurted out jokingly, giving me a little wink. I shook it off and brought myself back to reality before I spoke

"I'm so sorry, sometimes I just space, and there has been quite a bit on my mind since the last time that you saw me, so it felt amazing to be able to get out and just run." I admitted blushing bright red as he gave me a quizzical look.

"Aw… so you weren't staring at my fine body," he laughed.

"As hot as you look all glistening and such with your nice six-pack, I have to admit I was not checking you out." I look him straight in the eye and smile.

"Well what on earth could draw your attention away from me?"

"Like I said, there is just a lot on my mind, and I'm sure when I get back to my dorm there will be a shit storm headed my way." I liked flirting with Kyle. It was so easy, and I don't know what it is about him, but I can really just tell him anything.

"What's on your mind? Maybe I can help, you know, a fresh perspective is always helpful." I was stunned by how truly interested he was in hearing about my screwed up life. It took me a minute to gather my thoughts and then like word vomit it just came spilling out of my mouth.

"I'm almost positive that my boyfriend is and has been cheating on me with my roommate/ best friend." As soon as it was out it was like this huge wave of relief came crashing over me. I could finally breathe. My emotions went haywire and before I knew it I was sobbing uncontrollably. Everything felt so real now that it was all out in the open.

What was I going to do? This was a question I had not yet asked myself. The two people I felt like I could trust most in this world have betrayed me. This was new to me. My dad being the usual overprotective Christian Grey, always surrounded me with only the most trustworthy people in his life, and in doing that taught me who I should surround myself with when I am out on my own. So how could I have been so easily deceived? All these questions kept stirring up my uncontrollable emotions. I couldn't handle it anymore and I felt like I was broken.

I had never felt so alone and cold, and in a single instant that feeling was gone. Warm arms engulfed me and held me close as an inviting voice told me everything will be ok. Words that if said by anyone else would have been rejected by my own mind, but hearing from him somehow made it ok and somehow made me feel better. I clung onto him like my life depended on it, and then I felt myself being lifted from my seat, strong arms holding me close to a bare chest. It felt like home; and then, I let myself go.

The next thing I remember is waking up in an unknown bed. Freaking out a little I jump up and started to take in my surroundings. This is definitely a dorm here on campus, but it is very different from mine. It's a little more cramped and a little less tidy. There was only one bed instead of two, and there were posters cluttering the walls. I tried think of the last thing I could remember and kept going back to the smoothie shop. The arms, the chest. Shit did I sleep with Kyle? That was the last thing I could handle right now.

All of a sudden the door opens and Kyle walks in carrying a big platter of pancakes. I jump in surprise at his entrance and hurriedly try to make my way out of the dorm, all the while mumbling something about a mistake and how it shouldn't have happened. Realization quickly washes away the confusion that was previously evident on Kyle's face, and he quickly moves to block the door.

"Hey Phoebs calm down." Calm down? How the hell was I supposed to calm down? I try to get around him but he very swiftly grabs me and sets me down on the bed. "Phoebe! Get a hold of yourself!" I snap out of my daze and look up at him. After realizing he had my attention he began to speak. "Hey calm down, nothing happened. You freaked out at the smoothie bar and passed out. I brought you back here so you could rest, and I made you pancakes, because they always make me feel better." He says the last part with a smirk. Relief washes over my body and all I can do is melt into his light embrace which quickly tightens around me. "Everything will be ok Phoebs. You will get through this."

I look up directly into his ocean blue eyes. "How do you know? I have never been through this before. I don't know what to do!" Tears start to fall. "It would have been one thing for Noah to do something like this. I have only known him for a little over six months, but Becca! She is my best friend. My rock, now I have no one." I said the last part mostly to myself but I could have sworn I heard Kyle answer under his breath, "you have me"

I lean in closer to him. "Why are you being so good to me?" I ask not wanting to look up.

"What do you mean?" There was almost a hint of shock in his voice.

"I mean, why are you being so nice? I mean, you have only known me for what, Twenty-four hours? And yet you are acting as if you have known me for years." I pulled away slightly, and I was waiting for his reaction. To tell me to get out because I was right but it never came. Instead he turned me so I was facing him and looked me straight in my eyes.

"Believe me when I say if it was anyone but you, I would not be this generous. I honestly don't know what it is about you Phoebe Grey, but you have opened up a side in me that I haven't seen in awhile. I don't like to get close to people, especially women, but with you it is different. I can talk to you in ways I can't with anyone else. Sure I have only known you for a day but in that day, you have learned so much more about me than people who have known me for months know. I think I realized it when I first saw you on the ground after you ran into me." He stopped to look at me, probably to gather my reaction to his confession. I honestly don't know what my face said, but I knew he was being genuine.

"Phoebe, honestly you are unlike any girl I have ever met, and it pains me to see what this douche is doing to you. And then I find myself thinking of how I could do so much better." My eyes shoot up to meet his.

"I'm sorry Kyle but I can't. You are such a sweet guy, but this thing with Noah has scared me." A look of understanding spread across his face.

"Of course Phoebe, I understand, but I also know that I need you in my life," I keep eye contact with him, always wondering what he will say next, "and if that means that we have to stay friends for right now, I am willing to do that. But I want you to know that whenever you're ready I will be here; however until then, I will always be here for you as a friend. Someone that you can tell anything to. Someone you can truly trust." I look up and smile at him. Trust, a word thrown around so freely that you have to wonder if it is believable any longer.

The walk back to my dorm was extremely long. I had an idea of what would be awaiting me when I arrived; however, I still wasn't sure how I was going to handle the situation. I mean who really knows how they are going to confront the one person you truly trusted, and the man you have thought about marrying one day, about cheating on you, with each other? Just thinking about it was giving me a headache. Thinking about it now, I should have taken Kyle's offer to stay the night, but that was only going to postpone the inevitable.

I don't know what it was but I had a feeling that I should probably check my phone. It had been shut off since Kyle and I had sat down for smoothies after our run. When it finally turned completely on, the screen quickly filled up with missed calls, text messages, and emails. Most of which were from Noah and Becca, of course.

Unlocking my phone, I go to the text messages. One after the other I read. The texts from Becca coincide with the ones from Noah. They were obviously together, which means she did in fact call him. Although the idea infuriated me, it gave me at least some evidence to be able to finally be able to prove what has been going on between them isn't all in my head.

I simply delete the texts and don't even bother with the voicemail. When I enter my building I take a deep breath and start forward. I know this is going to be extremely difficult, and there is going to be a lot of yelling, but it needs to be done. I can't sit around being naïve Phoebe any longer. With that, I come up to my door. Again I take a deep breath as I turn the knob, and stepping into possibly the worst night of my life.

When I entered the common room, everything was extremely quiet. Chey and Brit were nowhere to be found. I automatically assumed they had just gone out for another night of partying. I reached for the knob that would take me into my bedroom and before I could turn the knob the door swung open. In the doorway stood a very pissed off Noah. It took all I had not to break down and start screaming at him then and there. I needed something from him to confirm my suspicions or else he would simply tell me I was delusional and had no proof.

I pushed past him and into my room to see a very smug Becca trying her hardest to not smile. I turn to Noah realizing I could not contain myself if I had to continue to look at her.

"Hey baby. What are you doing here? And what is the matter?" I decided to play coy and see where that got me.

"What am I doing here? You have got to be fucking kidding me right now Phoebe! You go out with some strange guy without telling me and you expect me to be okay and calm about things?" I just stood there before turning around to address my "best friend."

"I'm guessing you're the one that told him?" She just sat on her bed with the same look. "Okay Becca whatever, just answer me one question. You knew that this was just a run between friends, and you know how jealous Noah gets, so why tell him when you know it would blow up for no reason whatsoever?" Again she just sat there. "Shit Becca, are you a fucking mute or something? I would think our friendship meant more than this." Obviously something snapped, because within 0.5 seconds she was in my face, and she was pissed.

"Our friendship, really Phoebe? When in the last seven months has our friendship meant anything to you?" I could not believe she was turning this around on me.

"I don't know what the fuck you are talking about. I have been more than a loyal friend to you. You were like a sister to me. I loved you!"

"Loved me my ass. Explain to me how dating the guy I was in love with, then blowing me off for him all the time, and then blowing me off for another guy you hardly even know is loving me. Because I really do not see it." Got her.

"You were in love with? Don't you mean are?" I look at them both and a look of shock crosses their faces, before realization sets in. "Yeah, I know about all the shit that has been going on between you two. You really should learn that maybe texting each other is not the best way to hide a secret relationship. Especially when the girl you are cheating on is best friends with the girl you are cheating with." I say the last part directly at Noah. Everyone stays completely silent, and it is too much. I break and the tears begin to stream down my face. "How could you? I loved you. I gave myself to you completely, and you told me you loved me and only me. You were suppose to be it. You were it for me, and then you go and do this shit!"

"Baby I-" I stopped him before he could say anymore.

"I deserve an answer. How long?" He looked down and then right into my eyes as tears fell down his cheek. It was Becca who finally spoke.

"Four months Phoebe. Is that what you want to know? You thought you had it all didn't you. You thought that everyone would just fall at your feet and be yours. Well guess what? You're not perfect. You lost this time. He chose me over you and the only reason he stayed with you is because he felt sorry for you." Before I knew what I was doing a I heard a loud smack and then felt a stinging in my palm.

"You need to get the fuck out. Right now. Both of you!" When no one moved I all but screamed. "Get the hell out!"

"Phoebs, please baby can we just talk about this?" His face told me he was devastated, and he was paying no attention to my former best friend. "Please baby I do love you. Maybe I screwed up but just let me make it up to you. Please baby." I look at Becca who has shock plastered on her face and then turn back to Noah.

"I really don't have anymore to say to you. You really need to leave. We are through and I want nothing more to do with you right now. Maybe in the future I can learn to forgive, but right now I want nothing to do with you." Defeated he finally turns and leaves. I finally turn my complete attention to Becca. "You need to leave as well." She looks up at me and gives me another smug look.

"You cannot tell me to leave. This is my room too, or have you forgotten that fact being completely absorbed in yourself?"

"Becca I'm really not in the mood to go there right now. And must I remind you that it is my father who is funding your college right now, as well as paying for this room so now if you will please leave, because in about two minutes this will no longer be your room after I talk to my father and let him know what is going on." She was speechless, which was something new. And then she just got up and headed towards the door.

"You know what Phoebe, I hope you realize that daddy is not always going to be there to bail you out and that one day you will fall off that pedestal you so love to stand on and look down on all of us lower people." With that she left and I collapsed on the floor.

After a few minutes of a pity party, I finally reached for my phone and dialed my father's number. After only two rings he picked up,

"Baby, I don't know how I'm going to be able to stand being away from you if you call every twelve hours."

"Daddy?" He could tell by the tone in my voice that something was wrong.

"Phoebe what happened?" I couldn't help but break down and cry. My dad was always my rock and I know he would always be there for me.

"Daddy it's about Noah… and Becca."

"I'm not really following right now. Did he breakup with you?"

"Not really."

"Then what happened?"

I spent the next forty-five minutes attempting to tell him everything that happened through all the tears. When I was done I felt a lot better, like most talks with my dad. After a spew of curse words and castration being mentioned, he let me know that Becca would be relocated to a different room by the morning. After I got off the phone with my dad I needed to hear a friendly voice. After a few rings his velvety voice came over the phone.

"Phoebe, is everything okay?"

"Hi Kyle. I just needed to hear a friendly voice right now. I'm sorry I know it's kind of late so I will let you go if you need to."

"No, no it's fine. What's going on? Did you talk to Becca and Noah?" Just hearing their names choked me up a little.

"Yes, I did." The sadness was evident in my voice.

"Phoebe, don't cry. I'll be right there!" And then the line went dead.

I just broke down and in what felt like seconds I felt strong arms wrap around me. I cried into his shoulder until there were no tears, and then I finally looked into the sea of blue that were his eyes.

It's weird to think that I had only known him for a couple of days, and already I felt more comfortable in his arms than I had ever felt in any of my past relationships, and we were just friends. When I looked into his eyes I saw a kindness that touched my heart. I knew in that moment that I could tell him anything.

"Why are you so perfect?" The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. His laugh echoed throughout the room and I swear I could listen to that sound forever. The best part was he didn't even respond to my little comment. Instead he looked deep into my eyes, and I saw how much he cared.

"Are you ok?" The sincerity of the question rang in my ears. I looked away.

"No." I answered honestly. "However, I feel much better now that you are here."

"Is there anything I can do to help get your mind off of the situation?" His voice seemed flirtatious.

This sentence shocked me. Did he really think I was that easy? I just wasn't ready for anything to happen at that point, and I had already told him that.

"Look Kyle, I literally just broke up with my boyfriend. I'm not the kind of person that goes looking for a rebound." I looked at him mustering all the strength I could to back my words.

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