Early spring semester of our freshman year, the BSU started a game of Assassins.
Now, pay attention, because this is all foreshadowing. I didn’t know that at the time. It’s funny the way life works though. But this was bad because it was a game of Assassins that could have ended our relationship before it began.
I had heard his name around before, as I’ve mentioned, but it would be forever etched in my memory the night that one of Heather’s friends came busting through our door.
She hopped on my laptop and immediately logged on to our pre-Facebook way of finding people that we fondly referred to back in the day as “StalkerNet” (the student information directory that would tell you exactly what room someone lived in on campus…all you had to know was their name) to try and find where “Crumpy” lived. I believe he had her name for Assassins (or she had his and needed to find him). That means he was out to get her. And he’s pretty notorious for being sneaky.
There was a lot of commotion in our room that night and I think it was then that I finally asked, “Is ‘Crumpy’ his real name?” It certainly wasn’t, as I would find out, but there were so many Kevins at the BSU back then that most of them had a nickname to make them identifiable.
But remember that settling I mentioned last time? That starts now.