That night, when Ryder kissed me, someone filmed it. Within an hour, it was all over Dartmore University.
A: [So Ryder's ex is Ivy Hawthorne. That explains it—she's dated every good-looking person on campus.]
B: [Guess even Ryder couldn't outlast Ivy's attention span.]
C: [Seriously, does this girl have some kind of mission? Like she gets banned if she doesn't hit a hundred exes?]
D: [Honestly, girls like her are the worst. No self-respect. She's gonna catch something one day.]
I scrolled through the campus forum, and the conversation had quickly shifted from gossip about me and Ryder to an all-out roast of me.
Some people even said my favorite hobby was stealing other people's boyfriends.
They said I must have some kind of psychological issue, that I got off on trampling people's h
