Chapter 2Ended Up Back In My Ex’s Bed

In college, Veronica was the school’s untouchable “ice queen.”

I saw her at a club meeting one day and was smitten instantly. I heard she came from money and had pretty high standards.

One day, she sprained her ankle in the locker room, limping out with her face scrunched in pain. I happened to be passing by, so I picked her up without thinking and carried her to the health center.

After that, we became friends. Despite her icy reputation, she was surprisingly down-to-earth and forgetful, often texting me to help her pick up things she’d forgotten.

She used to joke, saying I had to have a girlfriend to be so thoughtful.

I’d laugh it off. “Nope, you’re the first.”

She’d look at me with that spark in her eye and grab my hand.

As we got closer, I learned that, aside from her looks, her “queen” status was tied to the world she came from—a circle of the ultra-wealthy that had little in common with mine. But she said she hated the fake world of high society and appreciated that I was just… real.

It thrilled me.

I introduced her to things I loved, like the best burger joint in town. When I earned a little money from helping professors with projects, I’d treat her to cheap-but-good eats. She’d sometimes offer to pay, but I’d wave it off.

“Paying’s my job,” I’d say. “Leave it to me.”

I might not be able to give her a life of luxury, but I wanted to give her my best.

One night, as we stood in a quiet corner on campus, I couldn’t hold back anymore and kissed her. She kissed me back passionately. We were all wrapped up in each other for a while.

It was just a regular relationship—one that didn’t survive the storms that followed.