My Boyfriend, The Cadet Officer, The Killer

The first week of freshman year, and the ROTC cadets were out on our field training exercise.

I fought through the cramps and the heatstroke as long as I could before I collapsed on the ground.

Ethan — my boyfriend, and the upperclassman cadet officer running the exercise — didn't so much as glance my way. Instead, he handed the only rest slot of the day to Chloe, who wasn't even remotely in trouble.

"Chloe can't handle this kind of humidity. As for you — cut the act. Get up and fall back in."

Chloe's voice came out soft and pouty.