I had been avoiding Leo all of Sunday, but I knew on Monday we’d have to talk. I’d have to forgive him, because pretending to forgive him is easier than fighting with him and being terrified of how far he’ll go during the next argument. That’s why I decided to do it publicly instead.
“This is the second weekend in a row that you’ve avoided me.” Leo said, approaching me in the quad Monday morning.
“Well it was the second weekend in a row, you f****d up, you asshole.” I responded.
“I already said I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, sorry, doesn’t really make up for f*****g my best friend in my house. My house, Leo. Seriously how the f**k could you do that? You said you would stop. But I guess it’s my fault for believing you.”
“I did stop until Saturday, it was a mistake. I didn’t mean to do it. I was dr
