Dean DiLaurentis had a life outside of parties, sex, and weed. Believe it or not, he was actually pretty smart. He got good grades, had decent relationships with his professors, and until recently? Neve failed an exam.

Then he started to slack.

It began after he got completely wasted at a frat party and slept through all his morning classes, missing one day of classes tuned into missing several, and before he knew it, he was buried under weeks worth of lectures, assignments, and deadlines.

He was struggling to catch up, but luckily he knew exactly who could help him.

You.

You were the most organized person he'd ever met, which was ironic because you guys met in the ladies restroom. He had just finished hooking up with this chick in one of the stalls, and the two of you bonded over a bottle of Jack Daniels.

You guys became insufferable, almost has insufferable as him and Beau. You drank together. Hung out together. Got into stupid situations.

That was until you got a boyfriend.

Some random jock from Sig Tau.

Dean didn't care.

Sure you were pretty, but you were his friend. Just a friend.

Which was exactly why he texted you.

DEAN: bo plz help me with the work. do one page.

You were sprawled across your couch at home, trying to enjoy your rare day off from classes, when your phone buzzed again.

And again.

And again.

Your boyfriend, Ethan, was blowing up your phone.

ETHAN: send me something baby.

You frowned at the screen.

YOU: what?

A few seconds later:

ETHAN: you know what.

You sighed.

It wasn't unusual.

Ethan had changed a lot since the two of you started dating. In the beginning, he bought you things, took you out, and showed you off like you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.

But the honeymoon phase hadn't lasted.

Now, he barely texted unless he wanted something. You couldn't remember the last time he'd taken you on an actual date, and most of his attention seemed to come when he was drunk, horny, or both.

You knew you deserved better.

You just couldn't bring yourself to admit it.

Because you still loved him.

So, with another annoyed sigh, you opened your camera, took the picture he'd been asking for, and saved it to your camera roll.

Before you could send it, your phone buzzed again.

DEAN: PLZ ANSWER

You groaned.

Your fingers flew across the keyboard.

YOU: dean i hate how u type. i already wrote ur paper for psyc, im not doing more!!!

You attached the image and hit send.

Then you switched over to Ethan's messages.

You selected the same image.

Sent.

You didn't think anything of it.

Not until you looked back at your phone and saw both conversations sitting next to each other.

Your stomach dropped.

ETHAN: wtf? u sent me an essay?

You stared at the screen.

Then at Dean's chat.

DEAN: holy fuck

Your face went hot.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.