"Both of you," Trent said, reaching for my hand. "I like having sex with you, too."
I pulled away. "You cheated on me!"
"We never really talked about exclusivity, Quinn. And this is really something totally different. I didn't have sex with another woman. You're the only gal for me."
"We haven't dated anyone else for months," I said. "There wasn't anything to talk about. We were a couple. That means 'two,' Trent. Not two people plus a little fun on the side. It doesn't matter who you did it with. Cheating is cheating."
"Come on, Quinn, so I screwed up. That doesn't mean we have to break up," Trent said.
"It does to me," I said. I rubbed my forehead. "I guess it’s good you didn't come to the funeral. Owen's the only one that knows about you."
"Owen?" Trent asked. "You're oh-so-hot best friend flirt fest? The one that was 'dating' your sister but actually all over you? You were with him this weekend?"
"With him? He was at Sienna's funeral! Like you were supposed to be. Of course, I talked to him. I needed someone to lean on," I said.
Trent crossed his arms. "Oh, so you leaned on him? Now's who’s the cheater?"
"I didn't have sex with him!" I shouted.
"No, it's worse. You cheated on me emotionally," Trent said. "I know how you feel about him. For God's sake, Quinn, you should see your face when you talk about him." Trent turned to John. "She has his magazine cover on her desk. Total crush."
"So what?" I asked. "He was there when I needed someone. While you were here with John. And that's the end of it." I pushed Trent aside and opened the door.
"Wait. Are you breaking up with me?" Trent asked.
"Yes. Goodbye. Good luck, John," I said and slammed the door behind me.
I was still heaving angry breaths when the phone rang. "Darla?" I asked.
"Quinn, where are you? Are you out of breath?" my roommate asked. "You can't seriously be going to class right now."
"Now's not the best time, Darla."
"Okay, fine. It’s just I saw your stuff so I know you're on campus. I just wanted to make sure you were heading to class. Do me a favor, okay? Before you head off to see Trent will you come back? We need to chat," Darla said.
"Chat about Trent?" I asked.
"Yes. Maybe it’s no big deal but I don't want you to get blindsided by rumors," Darla said.
"What rumors?"
My roommate hesitated and then plunged ahead. "I don't want to do this over the phone, but I saw Trent at this big party."
"When he was supposed to be with me at my sister's funeral," I said.
"God, yeah. This is awful. Just come back here after class, okay?" Darla asked.
"It’s fine, just tell me," I said.
"Well, I was at the party too, and I saw Trent there with someone," Darla said. "He was with a guy and they were, ah, really getting to know each other."
"Like go back to his dorm room and have drunken sex?" I asked.
"Oh my God," Darla said. "Did you already go over there? What happened?"
I reached our dorm room and once I was inside I dropped my phone. "What happened is I went to Trent's and found him having sex with John."
Darla dropped her phone too. "Quinn, I'm so sorry. What did you do?"