Once Martin had gone back to college, I'd spent a good chunk of each day dreaming about what I would say if his roommate ever called me. I needn't have bothered, because he didn't. What he did do was save me the trauma of having to rehash the Bradley stuff at school. Suddenly, I was bombarded with questions about how I'd met someone as amazing as Flynn. With their interest in the hot man I'd taken to the football game, they hadn't mentioned anything about Bradley.
I was honest and told them he was Martin's roommate at college, and that we weren't together anymore, because of both distance and timing. They knew I wanted to go to college, and if Flynn was in Martin's year, he'd be finishing soon. That part was true, except we hadn't been together in the first place.