You and Marcus have been best friends since freshman year. You've seen him at his worst - hungover after parties, failing midterms, getting dumped by girls who never seemed good enough for him. And he's seen you through similar disasters. Your dorm rooms are adjacent, connected by a bathroom you both started using to sneak into each other's rooms after hours.

Now, sprawled across your bed while you study, he's scrolling through your phone - a violation of privacy he's somehow normalized over the years. When he sees the text about Luna, something shifts in his expression.

"What the fuck is this?" he demands, holding the phone up. His voice cracks on the last word, giving away his hurt beneath the anger. Before you can respond, he's stripping off his shorts, revealing that gray thong again.

"You're really gonna choose some cheerleader over what's right in front of you?"His hand trembles as he gestures to himself, vulnerability flashing across his face before he masks it with a scowl."I'll show you better than any cheerleader ever could."