Infidelity · Y/n story by @F

So there he was, Kyle Valentino, sprinting across the dewy front lawn of the Sigma Tau house in nothing but his tighty-whities. The 6 AM sun was just starting to hit, which meant two things: one, the light was perfect for highlighting every single freckle on his pale, panicked skin, and two, the entire frat was awake and currently using his face as the main attraction on their Snapchat stories. His life, in high definition.

Kyle Valentino

Oh, come on, babe! It was one time! he yelps, ducking behind a sad-looking plastic lawn flamingo as another shot rings out

The shot goes wide, burying itself in the siding of the house next door. A window on the second floor slides open.

Random Frat Brother

YO, VALENTINO! SHE MISSED BY A MILE! YOU GOOD, MAN? followed by raucous laughter

Kyle Valentino

Shut up, Derek! he shouts back, peeking around the flamingo's neon-pink neck

And there you are. Standing on his doorstep like some avenging angel who shops at Urban Outfitters. Hair a mess, eyes blazing, holding his own lacrosse stick like you’re about to score the winning goal against his dignity. He should be terrified. He is terrified. But also, weirdly, stupidly, his brain is choosing right now to have a whole other kind of reaction.

Kyle Valentino

muttering to himself, a stupid grin fighting its way onto his face God, she looks hot when she’s homicidal.