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Now!

Freshman year of college.

It's kind of like this weird science experiment where a bunch of 18 -year

receive this injection of adulthood and are then forced to figure out how to

fend for themselves for the next year.

Okay, so maybe I'm being a little dramatic, but think about it.

When you've lived your entire existence under the watchful eye of your parents

and are then suddenly released into the real world where you make the rules,

some pretty crazy things can happen.

You wake up in weird places and don't remember how you got there.

You survive off things like ramen noodles and cereal.

You experiment with sex.

And sometimes with your professor.

You learn how to navigate the complex social structure comprised of Greek

systems or the non -conformist system as you try and etch

out that little place for yourself in the world.

But what I remember most about my freshman year of college was that even

I was old enough to fall completely, desperately in love, I wasn't old enough

recognize I'd fallen completely, desperately in love with the worst

person.

He broke up with me.

Table four.

Fast forward to my senior year of college, where I was older, wiser, and

reasonably recovered from the heartbreak of freshman year.

Or so I thought.

What the hell's the matter?

Nothing, just trying to teleport myself anywhere other than this bar.

Well, you better teleport yourself over to that table, because we have customers

in the intersection.

I can't.

Why not?

Because one of those customers is Josh Reschek.

I've never heard of him.

I was in love with him my freshman year of college.

He was the first and last guy to ever break my heart.

Oh, that's too bad.

Now, will you go take his drink order?

Dean, do you have any idea how humiliating it is to be sitting at home

dress you bought from Macy's for a date with a guy you thought might actually be

your soulmate, only to find out you're just the butt of a big joke?

No. I don't.

Well, it's horrible.

And even though you're my boss, I'm going to have to be insubordinate here

say, no, I will not go to Josh Rochette's table.

Well, that's okay, because he's on his way over here.

What?

Hey, what's up, man?

Hey, we're pretty dry over at our table, bro. Do you think you can hook us up

with some pictures?

Sure, bro.

Get right on that. All right, thanks, man.

All right.

Is he gone?

No, he's not gone. He just got here.

Well, find someone else to cover my shift because I am not going back there.

mean, if he sees me, he'll have the entire bar chanting wham, bam, thank

you, lamb.

Wham, bam, thank you, what?

Wait, what does that even mean?

Oh, nothing.

Just a little nickname, his fraternity, and the entire student population gave

me my freshman year.

I was Sigma Pi's sacrificial lamb, and nobody ever let me forget about it.

Look, I know you think I'm freaking out over nothing, but I'm not.

What exactly did he do to you?

His fraternity initiation task was this.

Get a girl to fall in love with him, sleep with her, then dump her for no

the night of the annual fall party.

Peace, bitch.

That girl was me.

Josh Rochette's sacrificial lamb.

All so he could prove to Sigma Pi that he was man enough to be a part of the

brotherhood. What a yuppie shit stick.

You shouldn't give that khaki pant wearing, smegma pie joining, average

and fitch fucking douche nugget a second thought.

Easier said than done.

Why does no one ever tell you how hard it is to get over a broken heart?

What?

Alright, look.

Josh Rosette...

Might be the world's biggest jackass frat boy douchebag.

But I can promise you one thing.

There's no way he ever spent any amount of time with you and didn't fall

completely in love with you.

Are you actually being nice to me or is there a punchline coming?

Well, that was a hell of a punchline.

Well, it wasn't a joke.

I'm just going to get fired for this, am I?

Of course not.

Okay, I mean, because I really need this job. If you fire me, I don't think I'll

have enough financial aid to pay for my classes. I'm not going to fire you.

Okay, good, good. Okay, this is good.

God, I'm really nervous, and I mean, I know it might not seem like I'm nervous,

but I'm nervous.

I'm not sure if I told you this, but I haven't had sex in a really long time,

like since Josh got set, three years, and I've never had sex with someone

older than me, like your age. I mean, not that you're old, but you know what I

mean, and I just don't want you to think I'm completely inexperienced, even

though I guess I kind of am. I mean, how experienced can you be when you haven't

had sex in three years? And at this rate, I'm practically a virgin, but...

I mean, even virgins have to have sex. And did I just kill the mood?

Hi, I'm Felicia Falcon here in Burbank, California with Madison Presley, a

college senior who three years ago started a program with her two friends

is changing the lives of people and animals. Madison, tell me a little bit

this program.

It's called Pets Heal Heart, and we actually go around to the local shelters

rescue abused and neglected dogs, bring them to the juvenile detention centers

where the kids can actually train and rehabilitate their rescue dogs. And

working with the dogs teaches them patience, compassion, and also the

of making a difference in the world.

That is incredible.

I'm curious, how can our viewers get involved in helping out with this kind

program? We need donations and volunteers to really get our name out

Bo! Look who it is.

Dude, check it out. You're famous.

Do I sound like an idiot?

No more of an idiot than you normally do.

So what's up? What's the story? What happened to you last night?

Well, Josh Rochette came into the bar.

Oh, dude.

You spent the night with Josh Rochette? No, are you kidding me? He was there

with Bethany Landis.

Bethany Landis?

Please tell me that sorority horse turned into some skanky crackhead.

Nope. Still perfect as ever.

That fucking bitch.

Well, anyway, it just got me thinking about all these memories from freshman

year, and I kind of hooked up with somebody.

What? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, so you see your kind of ex

-boyfriend and his Delta Gamma bitch girlfriend at the bar, so you leave with

some random person?

You. It wasn't random. It was Dean.

Dean? Finally!

What? Dude, that's a career sabotage. Lucas, bartending isn't my career.

Was it good? I mean, we just made out.

But was it good?

It was at first, but then I kind of ruined it by talking.

Why do you always have to talk? Don't talk.

Yeah, but that advice usually works better for Olivia.

Says the guy who's made out with no one.

Okay, so when are you going to finish things with Dean?

No, he slept on the couch. It was just a fleeting moment. A rebound.

A rebound from what?

Josh.

No, no, no, no, no. You don't have rebounds.

From things that happened three years ago. Yeah, and usually a rebound

actual sex.

Well, I'm not gonna have sex with Dean.

It was just a one -time thing.

What?

Yeah, okay.

Do I look fat?

What?

No, your body is perfect.

I'm a half an inch bigger than I was yesterday. A half an inch. That's almost

pound of fat.

How am I supposed to throw this big health benefit for Delta Gamma when I

like this?

I don't know.

Maybe it's your period or something.

So I do look fat?

You're going to have to roll me around in flour and find the wet spot.

I found it!

Your body looks exactly the same way as it always does.

Nobody's going to take me serious.

I mean, how am I supposed to perform a healthy living when I don't even fit

my fat jeans?

I'm a whale.

Let's have sex.

What?

No.

I got to study for my econ exam. It's in like two hours.

It's okay. I'll be quick.

Bethy, I'm on academic probation.

If I flunk another class, my dad's going to have to buy me another passing

grade. There's no way I can do this.

That's okay.

Then let him at the job.

Besides, having sex burns calories and promotes brain function, so we both win.

Don't be such a good boy.

We need donations and volunteers to really get our name out there. We want

to go national.

Oh, my God, it's Wham Bam. Thank you, Wham. Here is Madison. Was there

in particular that inspired the creation of this program?

Now she's fat. Actually, a few years ago, I found myself the butt of a pretty

nasty fraternity joke, which then snowballed into an even bigger joke

campus. And even though a lot of people thought it was funny, I didn't.

I don't think people realize just how hurt I was by what had happened.

So I decided to start Pets Heal Hearts as a way to teach people compassion.

Sounds like those fraternity boys might have learned something from Pets Heal

Hearts. Oh, my God.

She's so talking about you. My baby made it on TV. That's so cool.

Remember, Pets Heal Hearts. They're looking for donators, volunteers.

Check them out on Tumblr.

PetsHealHearts .tumblr .com. Back to you, Bob.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

What holy shit?

Someone just donated $5 ,000 to Pet Pale Heart.

Holy shit.

So what's the story? Does it say who it was?

Well, it says anonymous donor.

Who would donate $5 ,000 and not want to brag about it?

Can we find out somehow?

Nah, it's impossible.

Usually with these anonymous donations, it's hidden through the back end of the

payment system.

I thought you were... You're supposed to be some expert hacker.

I am.

Well, then find out who it is. This person obviously has some level of power

they can just donate 5Gs at the drop of a hat.

Maybe they could do more for the program.

Exposure. Well, yeah. What are we supposed to do, huh?

Track them down, bang on their door, and demand another handout?

Uh, yeah.

Dude, 5K is a pretty big handout.

Which means they could take us to the next level.

This person is probably famous.

A reporter, businessman, or...

Something. Enforcement!

We need to take this national, no, global, with pets heal hearts.

Hack the system.

Are you listening to this? I just told you, I can't.

Okay, so basically what you're telling me is you're some faux hacker?

I thought you could crack into any online code.

I can.

Don't think it's worth it.

I mean, what's the incentive?

The incentive is I'll let you make out with me.

Ew, did I just say that?

With tongue?

Ew! No tongue, no deal.

You know what? Fine.

Tongue, whatever.

Sacrifices I make for this charity.

You two better not forget this.

You're not weirded out about the other night, are you?

Nah. I'm used to having company.

Yeah, I know.

What do you know?

You've told me all about your history of you hooking up with servers at your

restaurant and wine reps and patrons and delivery girls, so don't try and act

all innocent with me now.

Okay, the other night was different, I promise.

I've developed a pretty spot -on bullshit meter since the whole Sigma Pi

debacle.

So I suggest you set your sights on someone else, because you and I, we're

hooking up again.

Okay, that was hardly a hookup.

We barely even kissed, and you don't get to develop a spot -on bullshit meter

because you refuse to put yourself out there again.

Well, either way, it doesn't matter because I'm not interested.

You're desperately interested.

I appreciate you playing hard to get.

Dean, I'm serious.

I'm not interested.

And even if I was, I've known you for three and a half years, and you've never

once had a girlfriend.

That's like a gigantic stay -away sign.

Maybe because the person I really liked was you.

You're so full of crap.

You don't think it's weird that I have this reputation for hooking up with all

these girls?

Meanwhile, you and I have been hanging out, flirting for the last three years,

and I never once made a move on you until the other night?

I'm calling bullshit, but thanks for playing.

Alright, I'm outta here.

See you later, Romeo.

What the fuck?

Oh my God.

It's 8 a .m. Are you still hacking?

Fucking A, man. And I'll tell you another thing.

I found out who the donor is.

Yeah, okay.

I'm not making out with you until I've brushed my teeth and had at least three

shots of vodka.

What's wrong?

It's Josh Rochette.

Josh Rochette?

What the fuck?

As in Madison's Josh Rochette?

As in the guy who uploaded over a hundred selfies in one week?

That's the guy.

It's him.

No question about it.

But why would he do that?

No clue.

We can't tell her. Tell me what?

It's Josh Rochette.

Olivia?

Sit. So how do I look?

Beautiful. Beautiful or intimidating?

Beautiful.

I'm trying to look intimidating.

Then you do look intimidating.

I do, don't I? It's the Atkins diet. And these stilettos.

Who are you trying to intimidate? Our new pledges. And once they hear my

initiation plan, they're totally going to be intimidated.

Oh yeah?

Yeah, and it's all thanks to you.

To me?

Yeah, you single -handedly humiliated a completely innocent girl, all for your

fraternity, without a shred of regret.

So, I'm going to see which one of my new pledges will do that for Delta Gamma.

Look, you don't have to test people's loyalty like that. There are other ways.

Yeah, but this is, like, way more fun. I mean, listen to this and tell me that

this isn't more malicious than your scheme from freshman year.

So we have this new pledge. Her name is Stacy.

She lives with this geeky girl named Lori.

Totally bushy -browed, virgin girl, obsessed with the color pink. Wears

waistband pants and old lady t -shirts. And in her spare time, she paints

bunnies.

So, as a part of Stacy's initiation, we're going to have her...

convince Lori that it's still rush week, even though rush week's totally over.

And then we're going to hang out with her, take her to parties, take all these

compromising pictures, and then make flyers, post them all over the student

body, and give them to the faculty.

And then on bid day, we're going to tell her the sad, sad story that we don't

accept. Sluts.

Awesome, right?

I think that's horrible.

What? Not brutal enough?

Why would someone do something like this?

Because people can be unthinkably cruel.

Especially frat boys and sorority girls.

Photoshop job's horrible.

I'm just trying to figure out if Josh is unthinkably cruel.

On one hand, he's a dick.

On the other hand, he's a charity donor.

Which he did anonymously for a reason.

But it probably should have stayed that way.

My hacker roommate wanted to try out his skills.

Do you think it would be a bad idea to thank Josh for the donation?

Or just ignore it? I mean, $5 ,000 is worth a thank you, right?

Okay, no more tequila for you.

Your judgment is completely off. It was a lot of money.

No amount of money makes up for what he did to you.

What?

He likes such a big girl.

Getting drunk with a grown man in his very own house.

With his own game room and pool vault.

Give me another shot.

No.

Please, I want it.

No.

Hey.

Madison. Madison, hey, hey.

No.

Not like this.

Why not like this?

Because you're drunk.

And I like you.

Drunk sex.

No.

Sober sex.

When you're ready.

Men are so confusing.

The ones that like you refuse to sleep with you.

And the ones that don't like you sleep with you and then donate to your charity

three years later.

No.

The ones that like you respect you.

Come on.

Let's get you to bed.

Only if you carry me.

Hey.

Madison?

Here goes nothing.

You realize how embarrassing it is that, you know, in order to kiss me, you have

to first lose a bet and then get drunk.

I'm not drunk. I haven't even taken a sip.

Besides, it takes the edge off.

Yeah, but, you know, why is there an edge to begin with?

You and I have been friends for forever.

I just don't want anything to ruin our friendship.

Though, if I get a little tipsy, it's more casual.

You know,

I think you're nervous.

I am not nervous.

I just don't want you to get all boy -crushy on me.

Make things, like, awkward.

I think I can handle one kiss.

Lucas, I've known you forever.

I've seen how you fall in love with girls practically overnight.

Okay, look, that's not fair, all right? That was freshman year.

Are we really that different from freshman year?

How about you stop stalling and kiss me already?

Wait, that's it?

That's all the bet entailed, right?

You know, kissing with tongue?

I'll see you later.

Okay, so you're not going to serenade me with some ridiculous love song like you

did to that one girl freshman year?

Girl, I wrote this one for you.

You're my soulmate, it's true.

You know, I think you're too good for my...

Cliche romantic gestures of Warner Doe.

Lucas!

Come here.

I never would have pegged you for that good of a kisser.

You're just gonna give me a shot.

Why would I? Come on.

What the fuck are those?

Look, I mean, I figured of all people, you'd appreciate it. What, are you going

on safari?

Maybe. Maybe I'm hunting a big cat right now. Oh, God.

I know you like them.

I don't know about this now. I might have to put a bag over your face.

You get too overzealous. I know these are probably the first piss you've ever

seen.

Well, let me enjoy them then.

Oh my

god, I can't believe we're doing this.

These have got to go I

may

have to show you how all this is done

Come on.

By the way, you better not tell anyone about this.

Yeah, of course not. Yeah,

I promise.

What? Did you guys come out of the same room? No.

Wow.

Don't get the wrong idea.

I promised to make out with him if he could hack into the payment system,

he did.

I'm simply holding up my end of the bargain.

Looks like you guys did a little more than just make out.

A moment of weakness that will never, ever...

Happen again.

You know, it's okay to admit you like someone, especially when they pretty

obviously like you, too.

Okay, you're one to talk, Missy.

What do you mean? Who do I like?

Dean?

Do we have to go over this again? We made out once.

Well, twice, if you're kidding, last night.

Aha! See?

That is two make -out sessions preceded by three years of ongoing flirting,

drunken sleepovers, and late -night phone calls.

Just get over your trust issues and do him.

Oh, see?

That's a sign.

He obviously likes you, Madison.

Besides, friends don't just give friends make -out sessions.

Says the girl who just gave her friend a make -out session.

Fuck you, skank.

Hello?

I take it you made it home okay?

I woke up and you were gone.

Yeah, sorry. I didn't want to bother you.

I was hoping to take you to breakfast, but if you're willing, I've got

else in mind.

What's that?

Okay.

This weird emotional healing thing I read about in a psychology magazine.

You read psychology magazines?

What? People fascinate me.

Anyways, I was wondering if it worked.

And given that you've got some remnant emotional turmoil...

I'd like you to be my test subject.

Josh isn't remnant emotional turmoil.

You realize that you crawled out of the bar just to get away from him?

Okay, so maybe he's remnant emotional turmoil, but I am not going to be part

some experiment just for your own amusement.

I can't believe I'm letting you do this.

It's a good thing I trust you.

I thought you said you didn't trust anybody.

You're right.

Get this off me.

Come on, we're almost there.

All right.

Here?

What the hell is that?

Hit it.

What?

Hit it. With the bat.

Okay, I need you to take all that negative energy, all the wrong things

done to you, and just beat the shit out of it.

This is your psychological experiment.

Perpetuating violence.

It's a foam bat.

Can't permanently hurt someone with a foam bat.

Yeah, but...

Did you see up on that one?

You are so crazy.

Do it.

Hit it.

Come on.

Really?

More. More.

Fuck you, Josh Rochette.

Fuck you. Thank you, lamb.

You're not a lamb. You're a lion.

You're a lion.

Are you girling now?

Roaring? Huh?

Now do you feel better?

Kind of.

Kind of?

Now I feel better. Oh, God, that really does hurt.

You told me it wouldn't.

That hurt.

You said it wouldn't, D. I'm totally kidding.

So, did you really read about this in a psychology magazine, or are you just...

Trying to lure me to a remote area of the woods to kill me.

No. I really read about it in a psychology magazine.

You don't strike me as a psychology magazine reading type of guy.

Well, there's a lot of things you don't know about me.

Like what?

Well,

like I went to school to be a psychologist.

And got stuck in the bartending thing.

Pay off the student loans and never really went back to it.

Guess that's why I like... You like reading psychology magazines.

Yeah,

exactly.

Never too late to be what you might have been.

Okay, you're only like the 650th person to tell me that.

What else?

What else don't I know about you?

I'm just as gun -shy about relationships as you are.

Yeah, but probably for a completely different reason.

Like I said, a lot of things you don't know about me.

So tell me.

I wasn't lying when I said I really like you.

So, Project Dorca Gamma is totally underway.

Did you see the flyers?

Yep. Glad to know we're making a difference in the world.

You're supposed to be, like, cheering me on here, not insulting me.

I'm supposed to be writing a paper on 18th century literature.

So transparent.

What are you talking about?

You're, like, acting all preoccupied when really you're totally worried.

Yeah, I'm worried about flunking English.

Um, no, about my initiations game being more epic than yours, and then you won't

be legendary on campus anymore.

Yeah, that's exactly what I'm thinking.

Um, yeah, it was like all fun and games when everybody was walking around

saying, wham, bam, thank you, lamb, and you were the most notorious frat boy in

the Greek system.

But once you got wind that my initiation scheme was going to be better than

yours, you were acting like it was no big deal.

It's not just a harmless prank when someone gets hurt. You heard Madison on

news. It was just a joke, Josh. It's not like it was emotional slaughter or

anything.

I broke her heart, Bethany.

Offer a fucking fraternity.

Yeah, one that you made the most notorious one on campus, and brothers

you'll have for life.

Why are you letting her get to you?

I used to think you were a beautiful girl when we first met.

Now, you're just an ugly person.

Excuse me?

I'm going to leave for a few hours. Just have you and all of your stuff out of

here.

Did you just break up with me?

Yeah.

How does it feel?

You can see another one?

Sure.

You know, I, uh... I know a friend of yours.

Oh, yeah?

Who's that?

Madison Presley.

Don't know her.

Of course you do.

She's a friend of mine, and...

I know a little bit about your history with her.

I also know about the donation.

Who told you?

Does it matter?

Look, the point is that I know.

It was meant to be anonymous.

Yeah, well... One hell of an apology.

You know, a real one might be actually better.

In case you feel inclined to use it.

We're supposed to be studying.

I didn't come to school to study.

Oh, really?

Then what did you come to college for?

Well, I came to get drunk, to party, and I guess

meet a girl like you.

That was such a lime.

Well, it was, but it's true.

God, I promised myself when I got to college I would never date a frat boy.

I'm not a frat yet.

Good. Then let me have my way with you before you morph into a giant prick.

I already got a giant prick.

Ew, you're so gross.

I promise I won't morph.

Good.

I hope not.

Because I really like you.

I like you.

Distracting me from studying.

Thank you.

She's still there in the bed.

Your parents probably got you.

So how did you manage to score this dorm room when you were just a freshman?

Rich Burns?

You're such a spoiled brat.

Guy we shouldn't like you so much.

What do you mean nothing?

It's really good work. Where'd you say you got that done again?

We need to talk. Your office, now.

Looks like your girlfriend's jealous.

She's not my girlfriend.

Yet.

I'm sorry to interrupt your little flirt session or whatever it was.

I wasn't flirting with her, all right? I like you, remember?

I can't believe you gave Josh my email address.

How could you betray me like that?

What? He emailed me this morning. Said he got my email address from you.

Madison, look, I'm sorry.

He was drinking at the bar the other night, and I thought I'd been telling

to let it go, but given the fact that you were talking about thanking him for

the donation, I thought maybe it'd be best if he reached out to you first and

apologized for what he did. I really didn't think you'd mind.

I thought maybe it was a part of you that wanted to reconnect with him. On my

terms, not your terms. What you did was a complete violation of my privacy.

Okay, well, that wasn't my intention, and I'm sorry.

I thought maybe you just wanted to get closure, all right?

And selfishly, the sooner you put that part of your life behind you, maybe we'd

have a fighting chance at us.

Yeah, well, that is never going to happen now.

Are you serious?

I can't trust you anymore, Dean.

And I'm sorry if that sounds immature because you're some worldly 32 -year

with a psychology degree who thinks he knows exactly how to help people get

their issues. But let me tell you something you don't know. I wanted to be

one to decide when the time was right to put the past in the past, not have it

thrust upon me by someone who doesn't have the first idea of how it feels to

completely betrayed.

Actually, I do know how it feels to be betrayed.

Oh yeah, I'm so fucking sure.

Six years ago, I was engaged to the love of my life.

High school sweetheart.

We grew up together, had this whole beautiful life planned out together.

Two days before the wedding, I come to find out I'm sleeping with my best

friend. Pretty much has been for the majority of our relationship.

Full -on, rug -pulled -out -from -under -me moment.

So when you give me shit for not having a girlfriend, that's why.

When you stand there and tell me that I don't know what you're going through, I

do. I get you, Madison.

I know what it's like to be lied to, and I know what it's like to be betrayed.

The only difference between me and you is that I know the importance of moving

on with my life.

Especially when I find someone that's worth moving on with.

I need to be alone right now.

I see the sign for the detention center, so we must be getting pretty close.

GPS says it's down here about two miles on the right.

You're the most beautiful girl I know.

You promised me you wouldn't do that.

I don't care, alright?

We've barely spoken since we've had sex and it's driving me crazy.

So, I'm just here to tell you what's on my mind.

Olivia, I love you.

I wish I never would have made that stupid bet. It's done nothing but wreak

havoc ever since.

How has it wreaked havoc?

How has it not?

I mean, Madison's practically having a nervous mental breakdown after that

douche -monger emailed her. She hasn't spoke to Dean in days.

You've been walking around the house giving me these sad puppy -dog eyes.

I can't cope with all this mope overload.

Do you remember why you wanted me to find out who the donor was in the first

place?

So we could expand the program.

You know, help me to differentiate.

Well, a lot of good that did.

Taking money from a frat boy is like taking drug money. It's practically

unethical.

I'm sure he didn't know it was him in the first place.

Yeah, but why?

I mean, maybe he's trying to redeem himself.

You know, you might not believe it, but not everyone in this world is all good

or all bad.

We all get bruised or beaten up, you know, every once in a while.

And the only thing we can do is learn from our mistakes and try and move

forward.

I mean, take these dogs.

You know, we rescued them from abusive homes where they were neglected by their

owners.

And we give them a second chance.

A second chance at happiness.

I mean, don't we all deserve that?

Even a creep.

Josh Rochette.

I'm gonna kiss you willingly.

Hey Madison, it's Josh.

I got your email address from a guy at the bar. I guess he's your boss or

something.

He told me you knew about the donation I made to your charity.

I don't know how you found out, but I'm kind of glad you did.

When I saw you on the news talking about your charity a few months ago, it

brought back all the memories of freshman year.

How much fun I genuinely had with you, and what a great friend you really were.

Probably the only real friend that I had at that point, or maybe even since

then.

I came to college thinking that I wanted to leave behind an incredible legacy,

to climb the social ladder and be the person standing at the top, the guy in

most elite fraternity with the most popular girlfriend that everyone looked

to and talked about.

And what's pathetic is that I was more concerned with achieving this illusion

status than caring about the road it took me to get there.

I am so sorry that I hurt you, Madison.

More than a donation or apology could ever express.

You can't change the person you used to be, or the wrongs you've done, or the

hurt you've caused.

All you can do is change the person you are today.

I hope one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

I haven't found it in my heart to forgive myself.

Care to let out some remnant emotional turmoil on me?

You can let it out on me.

I'm the asshole.

No, you're not.

I realize you're just looking out for me like you always do.

I'm so sorry.

You have no idea how sorry I am.

I'm sorry too.

About everything.

Especially what happened to you.

It's okay.

Getting emotionally destroyed builds character.

I'm beginning to realize that.

You know what's crazy? I've known you for three years and I feel like I barely

know you at all.

You know me.

Are you sure?

Are you sure? Yes.

Oh.

What the fuck?

was the place where I really grew up.

The place where I watched my two best friends fall desperately in love.

The place where I realized that I had the power to make a difference in this

world.

the place where I discovered that some people are just unthinkably cruel and

incapable of change.

But most importantly, college was the place where I learned that I would never

regret giving myself a second chance at happiness, and I'd certainly never

regret giving someone a second chance at theirs. Hi.

Hey.

So, do you really think you're cut out for volunteer work?

I do.

Well then, Josh, I'd like for you to meet Boz.

Hey, Boz.