This fucking story.
I dated a dude who was obsessed with me. He could also be a frat boy idiot.
I once got a call at 4:00am from one of his frat brothers that I should probably head to their house right away. He had gotten very hurt, but wouldn’t elaborate.
I rushed over and found my boyfriend in a post-hospitalization stupor. He had a broken arm, cracked ribs, and scratches all over his damn body.
“What the hell happened?” I asked. I was thinking a horrible car accident or something.
“Someone dared me to break into Theta.”
“Why?”
“We we’re playing truth or dare.”
“Why Theta?”
“I was going to steal… A weird kite sculpture thing.”
“What?”
“I climbed up on the roof, but I was wasted and fell off. Luckily I hit a tree.”
“Luckily?”
“It was three flights and I could have died.”
I sighed. “You’re a fucking idiot.”
“I know. And they wouldn’t give me any drugs because they’re afraid I’ll sell them.”
“Would you?”