After a painful walk home, I arrive at the dorm. I let myself in, and start my nightly duties, mumbling to myself about the events that happened just 30 minutes ago.

I texted Thomas and told him I was home. Then I deleted the text messages between Dylan and I. What a jerk. Just like Thomas. As I was getting my pajamas on, my phone buzzed with a text message. I would have expected Sarah to be awake still, but she seemed sound asleep in her bed. She must have been tired.

The text was from none other than Dylan.

"Hey, sorry about tonight. I should've told you."
"Yeah. It's ok." I replied.

I go over and shake Sarah and try to wake her. She doesn't move. I whip the covers off of her and stop dead in my tracks.