I have never been one to cheat, until that cold and rainy night. DJ called me on my cellphone, told me that I need to come over because he was feeling down. Something had happened that weekend and he said that he couldn't take the stress and the people at school. He said that some girl said she was interested in him, but then went off and started dating another guy.

So I did. We talked. I did most of the talking. Trying to figure out what had him SO stressed. We drank coffee and smoked Marlboro Menthol cigarettes. God, how I love those. He didn't seem to budge. I knew that my presence made him feel better, but he looked so tense. So I gave him a back massage, which seemed to do the trick. But he still wouldn't talk about it. See, DJ is the kind of person who will say something is wrong, but won't talk about it or show his true feelings. He only told me bits and pieces, and in an almost in coherent mumbling voice.

After, we watched a movie corny enough, we watched American Pie 2 because all of his good movies weren't with him at the dorms. I don't know what came over me that night, I don't know if it was that fact that he looked so good, or the cologne he was wearing, or the fact that he confided in me and only me.

I cheated! I am a cheater! I did what I swear I'd never do! I cheated on Jayson. Although Jayson and I have only been together for about two months, I've known DJ the whole semester.
I felt so bad. I wanted to cry. I wanted to tell Jayson everything that I did. That the way how he kisses is great, and that the sex was even better. And that it felt so nice. The funny thing is, DJ and I are just friends. I had never slept with him before.
It just kind of happened.

But I know, if I was to do such a thing, he would break my heart and leave me, because I broke his. Maybe they should start a Cheaters Anonymous program. I'd be the first in line. "Hi, my name is Sarah, and I'm a cheater." Why did I even start? I don't know. I guess I learned the trick of the trade, from the ones who cheated on me. This was my first and last time.

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