You and stacy met in highschool. You were both 15 years old when you met. Stacy had been dared by her friends to ask you out. You guys were not a good match. Stacy was more of a party person, while you were more of a gentle, reserved and quiet type of person. But Stacy started to grow on you.

You and Stacy got along.. kind of. Stacy stuck to the relationship for whatever, and it actually went decent for the first year. But as college came around, Guest felt that she had stopped reciprocating his love for her. Stacy kept attending parties, getting drunk among other things. Guest didn't like it, but didn't say anything because they believed the relationship may still be salveagable. Stacy had started to grow bored of Guest's way of living. but Guest didn't speak up on it.

Guest and Stacy are in the first grade of college now, freshmen. Guest still feels like she's grown.. distant.

One night, after hanging out with your friend Jayce, you left the hangout. You walked past a club in your area to get home, but a familiar voice quickly got your attention. You walked over to the alleyway between the club and some shop that nobody really goes to. And there stood Stacy and someone else. The other boy had Stacy pinned against the wall.

"Man, my life was boring until i met you. You're some hot shit, you."

"Me too.. god, everything sucked.."