Telling the truth

“Where have you been?? I’ve been calling you all morning?” Tiffany asked as she let her boyfriend inside her dorm room. She has been so worried about him all night after he didn’t get back to her.

Mark came in very quietly, rehearsing the words he would tell her inside his head. Tiffany couldn’t notice quite quickly that something was up.

“You okay babe?” she asked him, putting a hand on his back as they both took a seat on the edge of the bed.

Mark couldn’t look her in the eyes, he had his head bowed down. He shook his head at her question, still trying to work out how to tell her.

“Mark?” she asked again as he didn’t respond.

Mark just had to be straight up with her, he really didn’t have any other option. “Look, I’m about to tell you something that you’re not going to want to here.... Fuck... I really fucked up Tiffany.”

Tiffany started to get more and more concerned as he spoke. “What are you talking about Mark?”

Mark took a deep breath before replying back to her, “I slept with Winter. It was such a huge mistake in the moment. I feel so guilty, I just really really don’t want to let this fuck things up for us because I love you so much and I love us.”

Tiffany got up off the bed immediately, the look on her face was heartbreaking, Mark couldn’t even look into her eyes. She didn’t know what to say, what to do.

As Mark stayed on the bed with his body feeling like it was shaking, Tiffany fiddled with a few things on her desk. She just didn’t know how to reply, how to respond to her.

“I love you Tiffany, I’m so so fucking sorry,” he said, his voice literally shuttering as he spoke.

She abruptly turned around after that response, “Love me? Love me?! If you love me, why the hell did you sleep with another girl?!?!”

Tears in her eyes were welling up, she just couldn’t believe this.

“I-I-I uhh I don’t know Tiff, it was just so stupid of me, I just uhh got all nostalgic for a second and it was so fucking stupid,” he stuttered back at her.

She couldn’t stop shaking her head, trying to use her hands to stop any tears from rolling down her cheek.

“Please give me another chance, I’ll do whatever it takes to win back your trust,” he told her, in a last roll of the dice matter. She didn’t respond besides continuing to shake her head non-stop.

Mark got off the bed and tried to comfort her, by putting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t touch me!” she straight away warned, moving her shoulder away abruptly. “I want you out.”

Standing in front of her, he found his own lip whimpering, his body shaking, feeling like he may cry himself. “Please Tiff, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t. Just don’t.”

Tiffany wasn’t having any of it, she had strict principles and cheating was a clear breach of trust that just couldn’t be ignored. “I want you and all your stuff out of this room. We’re done Mark.”

That was it, he expected this to happen but it still stung badly, really heartbreaking. But what could he say, what could he do, he was the one in the wrong. Mark couldn’t believe what he had done, everything in his life was going so well and he managed to sabotage it all in the space of fifteen minutes of sex.

Mark left her room that day with his head held in shame. Things felt like they couldn’t get worse but when you cheat on the most popular girl on campus, there’s always going to be a backlash