Sophomore year hit hard. To avoid getting a lecture from my father during my next visit home, I made sure to attend every class and keep up with my studies.
The school’s schedule was brutal, also rather poorly arranged. After a long day full of classes, I was exhausted and drained. “I need to have a word with Dad about these ridiculous schedules when I get home—such classes are hardly fit for university students.”
Scrolling through short videos on my phone, I was relaxing in bed and watching some muscle-bound men at a nearby bar, when suddenly my roommate, Rosie Ward, from the lower bunk started pounding on my bed frame, nearly making me jump out of my skin.
“Nikki, check this out!”
Without warning, Rosie thrust her glowing phone screen in front of me. The screen showed a picture of a couple kissing.
“Isn’t this your boyfriend? What’s he doing kissing someone else? And why is it all over the Confession Wall?”