*Flashback*

The shower is going full blast, steaming up not just the bathroom, but the whole dorm. It is cold outside and, while the steam felt good now, I am sure that it will go quickly to being humid enough to choke an elephant. Fall Out Boy is on Grant's radio, and I am sitting cross-legged on his bed, trying to figure out a Trig proof.
"I don't blame you/ for being you/ but you can't blame me/ for hating it/ so say what are you waiting for/ kiss her, kiss her/ I set my clock early 'cause you know/ I'm always late." he sings, off-key, from the bathroom, turning off the water and coming out with a towel  around his hair. Playfully, he flics the towel and me and I squeal, gathering my books to my chest.
"Hey, c'mon." I laugh, "Get dressed, i'm starving out here!" He walks over, boxers in hand, and leans me back over the bed, kissing me.
"Grant!" I while, putting my hands on his chest. "No! Not now/"
"But, lil' bit." he pleads, rubbbing his hand between my legs through my jeans.
"No." I curl up, locking my knees together and, reluctantly, he gets up. Sulking now, he walks over to the bathroom mirror and starts to comb his hair.
"Gah, you're such a fucking prude."
I get up, "A prude who's already slept with you twice this week." I reply, coming up behind him and runing my hands over his shoulder blades, kissing the point between them. "My horny little pup." I joke. In the mirror, Grant smiles, and I begin to breathe a little easier.
A few minutes later, we stand in lne for food in the dinning hall. Tall, blonde, stickthin blondes saunter by, making me feel more than just a little self-concious.
"Babe?" I say as we sit down. Grant glances up, showing fleeting acknowledgement. "Do you think that I'm pretty?" It's the typical question for your boyfriend. Of course, the typical response is: of course I do, sweetheart! You're beautiful! Even if you know deep down that he's full of it, at least you feel marginally better.
"Well.." he stares at his pizza. "You're cute, but you're plain. I mean, you'd be gorgeous...if you, maybe wore makeup more? Or lost some weight? Or even if you got contacts. I mean, glasses are cute and all, but contacts are just sexy." he looks up and catches me cringing. "What?"
I push my cheeseburger away. "Nothing. Never mind." I say, sipping my sweet tea slowly.