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!"
He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous.
Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.