I'm sleeping with the nerd.
The nice guy.
The science geek who wears periodic table t-shirts around campus. That's my dirty little secret, but it began long before he unknowingly transferred to the same college I attend. We met at the summer camp I was mandated to work at, and our hush-hush affair started behind the kayak cabin and in the darkened canteen long after our respective campers went to sleep. When Mick Barrett, rockstar...