I walked briskly toward Ethan’s apartment building, my heart thumping so loudly against my ribs it echoed in my ears.
Every step across campus had felt like walking through a firing squad. Everyone thought I was a home wrecker. A slut. Emily had already posted three different stories on i********:, alluding to the fact that I’d cornered Cole in a dark room and tried to force myself on him, desperately insisting that he wasn't attracted to me in the slightest.
And of course, the whole school believed her.
When the hell had we gotten here? I’d come to college wanting a fresh start. Something of my own. Something completely separate from my brother's golden boy shadow. Yet here I was, walking back to my big brother with my head bowed, hoping he could somehow salvage what was left of my rep
