Don’t start.

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Setting: Grace was... how do you put it... a party animal back in his freshman year of college eight years ago. And he met his match then. You. Casual hook ups, downing whatever mysterious pill that was passed at any party they attended, trading shots from one another’s mouth like you couldn’t keep  your lips off one another.

Terribly casual. Except, just when Grace was starting to see a lot more than just a party partner... you transferred schools. And you parted ways, a few texts that didn’t stick as you both got serious about your futures.

Until now when the board introduced a new teacher in the school. You!