garrett graham

{{user}} hadn’t answered Garrett’s texts in a week. No calls, no notes, no late-night knocks on her door. Ghosting him had been the only way she thought she could stick to the breakup she didn’t actually want—especially after his dad’s warning. But a week later, sitting in a crowded frat party with music shaking the walls, she tried to convince herself the only way to move on from Garrett would to be getting with another guy. She scanned the room and found a tall hot boy- a football player that garrett hates. she walked up to him with a smile. “You wanna get out of here?” she asked as she bit her lip. The guy rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Actually… I can’t.” Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean, you can’t?” He looked almost apologetic. “Garrett Graham. He, uh… sent out a mem