I've just finished tying my hair up on top of my head when a soft knock sounds from the door of my room. I immediately groan, having tucked myself up in my blankets, dragging myself out of them and over towards the door. I swear, if it's Elena forgetting her keys again I'll kill her. We've only been here for two weeks and she's already lost them eighteen times and fifteen lectures from me just doesn't seem to do the trick.

I turn the handle, pulling it open swiftly, eyes narrowed as I ready myself to scold her. I stop with a start when I realize that Devil Winters stands at the door, a small smile on his lips. Without hesitation I roll my eyes and begin to shut the door in his face, desperate to avoid any impending conversation. I have nothing to say to him.

"No wait!" He objects, putting his foot in the doorway, effectively stopping me. I glare at him, impatient. "Please."

"What do you want?" I snap, crossing my arms.

"I wanted to come and see you. I need to apologize."

"Goodbye." I scoff, grabbing hold of the door, ready to shut it once more. He's hilarious.

"No Savannah!" He exclaims, holding his arms up in surrender. I shake my head, scowling as I tap my foot on the floor impatiently. He lowers his hands, his expression becoming sheepish as he shifts on his feet. "I'm sorry." He says softly and I feel my eyebrows rise in surprise. "For what I said the other night."

"I'm not going to apologize to you." I retort, "If that's what you think will happen."

"I wouldn't expect you to." He assures, shooting me a small smile. "How have you been?"

"I'm not doing this with you Brett."

"Come on." He urges, leaning against the doorframe. "Tell me you haven't wondered about how I've been this last year."

"I haven't." I snort, "Didn't let you cross my mind once this last year."

"That I don't believe."

"Believe what you want."

"Well I've thought about you." He replies, his expression cautious.

"Yeah, and laughed about it with your mates. I get it."

"No Savannah!" He objects, his eyes filling with an emotion that I can't quite recognize. "I've always regretted what happened and I'm so sorry..."

"Brett, I don't want to hear it." I snap, cutting him off. "You never would have done it if you were going to regret it as much as you say."

"I'm sorry." He bows his head, his eyes dropping, his face falling with defeat.

"I'm really busy." I retort, gesturing behind me at the stack of library books strewn across the bed.

"You're going to major in English?"

"Yeah." I answer, crossing my arms across my chest. "I thought about History for a long time. But English seemed like it would give me more skills going forward." I shrug. "Especially not knowing what I want to do when I leave."

"You always liked English." He smiles slightly and I shift on my feet.

"Yeah." I reply curtly, "Why are you here Brett? You were going to Stanford."

"I changed my mind." He explains, looking sheepish once more. "Stanford wasn't my dream. It was yours. And I knew you didn't want to see me again." He finishes with a shrug.

"I didn't get in." I say quietly.

"What?"

"I didn't get into Stanford."

"Sav..."

"Don't." I cut him off, holding my hand up.

"I'm sorry." He says softly, his eyes apologetic. The look he gives me makes me take a small step back, swallowing the lump in my throat as I glance down at the wooden floor. Why is he sorry? It's not his fault that he was smart enough to get into Stanford but I couldn't quite do it.

"Please leave." I demand, staring back up into his eyes, not letting myself back down. He finally steps back before turning, defeated, his head down as he walks away. I slam the door shut before turning and resting back on it, yanking my hair tie out and running my hand through my hair. What the actual hell? I don't want to see him, to speak to him, ever again. Why doesn't he get that? Is it possible to get a restraining order on him? I don't think I have enough money though.

And why is he so apologetic? Why is he acting like he cares that I didn't get into Stanford? He made it very clear how little he cared for me when he stuffed his tongue down my best friend's throat.

I don't understand why he didn't go to Stanford. I can't figure out why he would give that up, his place was accepted, he was ready to go. I don't believe that the only reason he didn't go was because of me. That wouldn't make any logical sense because he doesn't care about me.

My phone suddenly springs to life on top of my desk and I dive for it, grinning at the name and quickly answering.

"Babe!" Becky squeals, "God I miss you."

"I miss you too Becs!"

"How are you? How's college? Tell me everything!" She exclaims. I bite my lip, sinking down on my bed, my head in my hands. "Savannah?" She asks, her voice lower. "Are you okay? Do I need to come up there and kick someone's..."

"Brett's here." I cut her off, my voice low.

"What?"

"He's at this college."

"Brett Winters?"

"Who else?"

"Son of a bitch!" She exclaims, the surprise evident in her voice.

"I ran into him at a party." I tell her, leaning back against the wall and staring across the room at Elena's Twilight poster.

"And...?"

"And nothing! I ran away, told him to never speak to me again!"

"Did you tell Haydon?" She asks quietly and I grimace.

"No Becs." I reply, my voice quiet. "He'd think the worst."

"Mmm I suppose you're right." She agrees softly, "Have you seen him since?"

"He tried to apologize to me this morning." I scoff, pushing away from the wall and lying down on my bed to look up at the muddy footprint.

"Apologize?" She laughs. "Nothing that boy does will ever earn forgiveness in my eyes."

"Same here Becs." I retort, "I told him to leave me alone and he left."

"Left?" She queries, "Did he come to your room?"

"Yeah."

"Damn that boy has no boundaries."

"He never did." I snort and she laughs slightly quickly before the line falls silent.

"Are you okay?" She asks after ten seconds. I take a deep breath, grabbing hold of the blanket and playing with the threads on the corner.

"Yeah." I assure her, "Of course."

"Sav?"

"I am Becs." I confirm once more, "I'm fine."

"Well you know I'm here for you whenever." She says and I smile, "I don't want you to think that just because you're going out with my brother you can't talk to me about stuff."

"Thanks Becs, I appreciate it." I reply, "But I'm not going to need to talk about that. I'm happy with Haydon and Brett is just one of the biggest mistakes of my past. It's is probably on par with working at Aphrodite's Palace." I scoff, "Actually no, I think Brett was worse." I correct myself, wrinkling my nose up at the thought of Georgia and Brett wrapped up in each other's arms.

"Really?" Becky asks, "You did learn a lot from it. That's a positive." She points out and I roll my eyes.

"I wish I hadn't."

"And it led you closer to my brother." She exclaims, "Much to my disgust."

"Very true." I giggle.

"Talking of which, once again I just want to check, are you sure you want to be with him?"

"For the hundredth time Becs, I am sure!" I exclaim.

"But I really feel like you could find someone better."

"He's just so hot, every time I think of your brother I just can't help but..."

"Enough!" She cuts me off and I giggle. "I get it. I won't ask again for another month."

"Much appreciated." I retort.

*~*~*

"I can't believe I'm saying this but you two may be turning over a new leaf." Laura grins at the sight of us entering the cramped house before she turns and walks away, leaving us standing in the entrance way as we glance around at the crowd dancing in the living room.

"A new leaf?" Elena questions, looking back towards me as she wrinkles up her nose.

"I think she means because we're at another party." I reply, staring after Laura. Elena and I take a step further into the party, dressed appropriately for the eighties themed night. Elena spent two hours crimping our hair and I had spent the afternoon hunting down neon coloured leg warmers that now adorned both our arms and legs.

"That doesn't mean I'm going to make a habit of it!" Elena objects and I shake my head in agreement. "Let's get some drinks." She encourages, dragging me off into the kitchen next door. I let her lead me away, desperate for a decent fruit punch - just like the ones I used to drink in high school. They're deadly but I've grown to love them.

"Gals!" Polly exclaims, throwing herself into our arms as we enter the room. She is wearing her usual tie-dye clothes, a neon green headband placed on her head and plastic beaded necklaces adorning her neck. "I'm glad that y'all are here."

"So are we!" Elena beams, "I'll just get us some drinks."

"How much have you drunk?" I question Polly as she sways from side to side.

"Only six so far." She giggles and I nod my head, smiling at her. "Still time fo' plenty more!"

"I take it you won't be at lectures tomorrow?"

"Uhh, no." She mutters, "Are y'all gon' go?"

"Yes. It's Hutchins class and I'm too scared not too."

"If you never turn up then he can't have a go at ya!" She objects.

"Good logic." I reply and Polly winks at me. Elena comes back at that moment, a tray of five shots in front of her. I make a disgusted face before grabbing one and quickly downing it, desperate to have it gone sooner rather than later.

*~*~*

"Shots!" Elena grins as she walks back into the group, another tray of three shots in her arm as she hands one each to Polly and I. I grimace at the smell but down it quickly, my fourth shot in the last half hour. I giggle as I throw the plastic glass on the ground, grabbing hold of Elena and dancing wildly with her. I've lost any sense of sensibility that I have and am by far the drunkest I've been since coming to college, Polly plying us with shots, Elena all too eager to try the different flavours. Whoever thought of flavouring shots with cherry is an absolute genius.

Excusing myself to go to the toilet I stumble into the next room, immediately stopping and scoffing scoff at the sight of the couple in front of me. They're mid conversation, her hand on his arm, his head thrown back slightly as he laughs. I chuckle at the sight, swaying slightly as I cross my arms.

"Still sleeping with the entire female population then?" I yell, across the room, pinning a smirk on my face. Brett turns to face me, his face filled with slight confusion, the short, dark haired girl beside him looking over at me, her eyebrows raised. "Are you going to give her a sexually transmitted disease?"

"You don't know what you're talking about." He replies, taking a step towards me.

"I think I do." I retort, leaning against the door frame. "Brett the slut. That should have been your nickname at school. I don't understand why everyone thought you were a hero." I snort.

"Who even are you?" his chosen girl for the night snaps, crossing her arms as she looks at me. I smile at her, giggling slightly as my alcohol ridden brain eggs me on.

"Don't worry girl, he'll sleep with you if that's what you want." I smirk, waving my hand dismissively, "He always was the easiest boy in the school."

"Savannah..."

"Tell me, how many diseases have you got from girls now? It must be well into the twenties surely?"

"It wasn't exactly hard to get into your pants either." He retorts, his expression morphing into one of annoyance.

"How dare you?" I snap, straightening up and taking a step towards him.

"How dare I? You come here, to my university, and say shit about me every time you see me." He yells slightly, gesturing round. "I am sorry for what happened, but it was over a year ago."

"Your university?" I snort, laughing. "Newsflash everyone, Brett Winters bought the university!" I call out, glancing around the room at the crowd which has begun to gather. "No surprises there." I yell, "Did Mommy and Daddy do it for you?"

"Shut up Savannah."

"You just can't stand it can you? Me being here." I yell, pointing at myself as I sway on my feet.

"I think you're the one with the problem here, not me."

"Of course. Classic Brett. Throw all the blame somewhere else." I scoff loudly, before turning my attention to the short girl still stood behind him. "Do you know what he did?" I ask, a smirk playing on my lips. "I walked in on him with my best friend." I explain and her eyebrows rise slightly. "My best friend. And he said it wasn't his fault!"

"I don't think I quite said that..."

"That's right. You never apologized at all." I accuse, pointing a finger at him. His expression falters, going slack as he stares at me. I try to keep eye contact as I take a step backward.

"Sav!" Elena calls out, pushing through the crowd, her eyes wide as she comes to a stop beside me.

"We weren't in a relationship." Brett responds quietly and I scoff.

"The luckiest escape I ever had." I retort.

"Yeah, me too." Brett agrees, crossing his arms as he stares me down. "I feel sorry for the guy who gets tied to you."

"I'm glad I found out what you were like Brett. I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man on the planet." I snap, my eyes beginning to tear up. He narrows his eyes at my answer as I take a step back.

"Likewise." He retaliates before turning around and storming out of the room. The girl shoots me a glare before following him out, the rest of the crowd beginning to disperse.

"Sav?" Elena turns my head towards her, my eyes full of tears. "Let's go home." She suggests and I nod as she grabs hold of my shoulder and leads me away.

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