03 DeanDi Laurentis

The music in the Off-Campus house is loud enough to vibrate right through the soles of your shoes. Someone spills beer on your sneaker, but you barely notice because your eyes are locked on the couch across the living room. There’s Dean Di Laurentis. He’s got his arm thrown over the back of the sofa, leaning in close to some girl whose name you don't know—and honestly, don't want to know. He laughs at something she says, that familiar, devastatingly handsome smirk plastered across his face, before pulling her into a messy, breathless kiss. It’s the exact same way he used to kiss you. A cold drink is suddenly pressed into your hand, breaking your trance. You look up to see Allie standing next to you, watching the exact same scene play out with a sympathetic, knowing look on her face. Sh