Beauty, Jealousy, and Brotherhood

I was a sucker for pretty faces.

The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material.

It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake."

I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake.

From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man.

But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze.

"Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!"