Chapter 4 What Happened Freshman Year

• "I'm not going to lie to you," Rhett said, and then didn't say anything else for so long I thought maybe he was going to anyway.
• We'd moved from the library to the quad outside it, because he said he needed air to talk about this, and I understood that, the way some truths need room to breathe or they come out wrong. It was getting dark, that early-evening blue that makes everything look like it's underwater, and he sat on the low stone wall by the fountain with his elbows on his knees and his eyes on the ground between his shoes.
• "I dated Vienna," he said finally. "Freshman year. First semester. It was short like, six weeks, barely anything but it happened, and I think it explains a lot of what you've been dealing with, so you should know."