Kent came back with a bottle of water in his hand, which he offered to me. I took the bottle as he sat down next to me. "Elly. You can tell me what happened if you want. I'll listen." Kent’s hand reached out and came to rest on my knee. I ignored those little sparks too. And tried to ignore the fact that I was wearing nothing but trashy lingerie under the coat.

I took unscrewed the cap and took a tiny sip of water, my eyes on the plastic as it came down to rest on my other knee. My voice was soft, a whisper as I voiced my internal thoughts aloud, "What is so wrong with me? Why can't I be enough?" I sniffled and wiped at my nose with the back of my hand, still not looking at him. I pretended he wasn't there. I didn't want to see the pity in his eyes for his old friend, but if anyone knew the answer it had to be him.

I felt his hand cup my chin and let him lift my face, my eyes slowly meeting his gaze. I was surprised that I didn’t see pity there, but rather something warmer, friendlier. "Elly. You're amazing,” he said softly and his thumb rubbed a trail of a tear from my cheek. "Fuck that guy. He just didn't know what he had."

I pulled my chin away from his grasp and laughed humorlessly, looking away from his gaze. It was a trick. Another trick, another lie. "Fucking that guy was the mistake. Now he's fucking some blonde whore. Am I... Am I just expecting too much from college boys? Maybe...maybe I shouldn't even be upset...Maybe it’s just natural to fuck a girl one day and then fuck another girl the next day. It was stupid to think that I was special that a guy could instantly fall in love with me now that I'm thin." I gripped the plastic tighter, and it crumpled slightly in my grasp.

"You can't expect much. Most of them just want to get their rocks off with who ever will let them. Most aren't looking for a solid relationship and the ones who tended to be tied down." Kent paused, and I looked up enough to see that he seemed to be struggling with something but I couldn't tell what it was. "Elly, you know I… I-," his words were cut off by the sound of a knock on the door. He sighed as he got up and answered the door.

I looked at the doorway, Jen was there and looked confused, untrusting as her eyes found me on Kent’s bed. "What the hell is going on in here? Is she crying?"

"She is going through some boy trouble."

"Right, and so she came to cry on your shoulder? Hope that you'd feel bad for her and cop a feel?"