“Listen, Drew, I don’t love you. What we have is superficial and completely finite.” I turned away from him harshly. His face was contorted in pain. I hated to see him this way. Our friendship was always my lifeline, ruining something so special with a relationship would be setting the both of us up for failure.

Drew raked his hand through his messy brown hair as he slightly paced the small room....

My name is Becca. I know that because it’s short for Rebecca. I am 21 years old. I know that because I was born in 2002. I go to the University of Miami. I know that because it was the college closest to home. I have a boyfriend of two years and his name is Jackson. I know that because he's just spent the last three hours trying to justify the fact that he hit me publicly at a party. I promised my...