The crowd dispersed as Jake turned to leave.
I wanted to follow him, but my feet felt rooted to the ground.
The pitying, gossipy gazes of my classmates felt like needles on my back.
Being publicly humiliated like this, having my dignity as his girlfriend trampled under his feet.
Was Jake really just trying to anger me? Just trying to force me to apologize first?
The freshman, Lily, approached me, covering her mouth as if embarrassed:
“Emma, I didn’t know Jake would give me the ticket. I thought that seat was always reserved for you.”
Jake’s jersey number was seven, so the front row seat number seven was always saved for me.
Lily had been aggressively pursuing Jake since she enrolled.
When people told her Jake had a girlfriend, she just blinked innocently:
“That’s his business. I’m pursuing what I want. It has nothing to do with him.”
Even when people on campus called her manipulative and shameless, Lily didn’t care. She stuck to Jake every day.
“Did you two have a fight? That’s too bad. You’ll miss the game, Emma. This is the championship betweer colleges…”
I didn’t want to listen to her fake sympathy anymore, so I interrupted:
“If you feel so bad, give me the ticket.”
Lily’s expression froze momentarily before quickly recovering:
