My eyes darted around the room and landed on the moving lumps under Will's comforter. Will's head popped out, and I caught a glimpse of blonde hair beneath him. I cinched my waistband tighter, the blood leaving my face.

"God, I guess we really are over."

"Elly, baby. This ain't what it looks like."

I laughed and held my hands up, shaking my head. "I'm not an idiot. I'll leave you two to your… philandering, I said loudly.

Will didn't bother to get out of bed, he just lay there, protecting the girl from my view. Maybe he’d cheated on me with her. Maybe that’s why he was trying so hard to keep her from seeing me.

As I left, I felt the sting of yet another rejection. What the hell was wrong with me? Or was it just the boys that I picked? I needed comfort and despite what my head was telling me I knew in my heart that I needed Kent.

I found myself at Kent’s dorm. I knocked on the door and looked around as I waited for an answer, my mascara had been running, and I'm sure I looked every bit as messy as I felt on the inside.

The door opened and there was Kent wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. When he saw me a smile started to form, but it soon faded when he saw the condition I was in. "Elly, what's wrong?"

"I..." I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to look behind him into the dorm. Despite how much I wanted him to hold me I didn't want to have Jen's hatred pointed at me and I didn’t want his roommates to be seeing me in this state either. "Is Jen here? Or your roommates?” My voice was wavering, and I was fighting back more tears.

Kent shook his head slowly. "No, she went out a while ago. Said she had to meet her parents. And my roommates are at the game.”

His hand came out and grasped one of mine, sending slow sizzles up my arm. I pushed it down, tried to ignore it. "Come in here, Elly. It's all right." He pulled me inside even though I hesitated. Once inside he shut the door and lead me to his bed. "Sit down. I'll get you some water."

I sat down on his bed and wiped at my eyes, smearing the mascara sideways on my cheeks. I rubbed my fingers on the trench coat nervously. I stayed quiet, afraid that once I said something the tears would come bursting out right along with the words.