After the act of betrayal, Jacob pushed away from me and put his head in hands. “Oh, God.” He ran his hands through his hair before clutching to his bare neck. I couldn’t speak; I had committed a vile act against someone who would never even contemplate hurting me. “Oh, God,” he cried, just a tiny bit louder than before. I pulled my blouse up around me and started to button it up. Jacob stood up and looked out over the fields, before turning to me and saying, “I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that”

“I’m not exactly innocent. I could have stopped it.” I looked up at him. “Why did we do that?” I knew exactly why we did that. Ever since I had met Jacob on a double date that ended disastrously for me, I had felt a pull towards him, as if my body, more than my mind, wanted me to take him from my best friend.

When Heather arrived at the hangout that day, I had already left, leaving an excuse of maths revision behind me, knowing that I couldn’t look her in the eyes without crying.