Cassie
Apparently, dating Brett Matthews came with a strange new problem.
People had opinions.
Not about us exactly. Most of our friends had spent so long waiting for Brett to pull his head out of his ass that they were treating our relationship—or whatever we were calling it—as a public service announcement.
It was everyone else.
I was leaving my fundraiser meeting Tuesday afternoon when two girls from one of my business classes walked out behind me.
“I didn’t know you and Matthews were together.”
I turned. “We’re… figuring things out.”
That had become my favorite answer.
Megan smiled. “I saw him kiss you after the game.”
Of course she did.
The entire campus probably had.
Her friend, Ashley, tilted her head. “I just never pictured you as his type.”
There it was.
Five months
