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Boyfriend problems (Janice's POV)

Living the life of a fourth-year medical school student is tough and accounts for a good story to tell.

I used to have everything in the grasp of my hand you know like a good boyfriend, a bestfriend who used to care about me, and what mattered the most —grades. Some say I still have everything but I ask myself why don't I have him?

Because you let him go.

That irritating voice at the back of my head has the potential to deteriorate my mental health. But thankfully my best friend Sophia decides to help me by bringing me out of my self-loathing despairing condition.

"Janice, move your butt fast, we're already late for the class," Sophie tells me while I grab the keys of the dorm room locking it up.

".....and locked, let's run Soph," and we run to the campus barely making it at 3 mins to 9.

I see Caleb already sat at the corner seat in the second last row, I frown at that. Don't get me wrong I'm all for sitting at the last bench but that used to be in school, but this is college. I really would want to sit in front, but Caleb wouldn't agree and I'm not the complaining type. I hope Caleb starts taking classes seriously,final year of med school is no joke. And as far as I know, he's still high from last year's result and that is interfering with his ego. He thinks he did well last time, so obviously he would do amazing again but he forgets that he worked his ass of last time, this time it's only booze and snooze.

"Baby did you do that surgery case history that needed to be done today, I know it was a group project, but I'm sorry I couldn't be there yesterday, forgive me, baby," he says putting his arm around me while I sit on the chair. His tilted back, blue eyes and baby hair falling on his forehead always did the magic on me, as it was doing right now - the smile emerging on my face and the eyes that find it so hard to move their sight away from his face— is the result of his spell.

"Of course honey, it's okay this time, it was a lot of work, please help me from next time onwards," I say as I take out the work that I did for both of us in front of me and put his copy on his bench.

Once I take my eyes off of him, I remember what he did yesterday. And just like that the spell has ended.

"If I may ask, where were you yesterday? No call, no text, your phone was unreachable when I tried calling you," I say tapping the table with the back of my pencil, again and again, looking anywhere but at him, because all of this makes my stomach have an uncomfortable feeling, like something's not right.

"No, you may not ask. If I said I was busy, I was busy. Can't you have a little bit of trust in me," he says in his pissed-off voice.

My eyes widen in shock at the absurdity of his statement. How is this about me not trusting him?!

I haven't even said one word and he's already pissed off. I put my pencil down and just lay my hands flat on the table.

I calm myself because getting angry at Caleb and crowding him with angry questions only allows him to throw a tantrum which culminates in him having an easy way out—he just leaves. And that I can't have. I need something. Anything to let me know that he wasn't betraying me.

"At least let me have Tyler's number, so I can call and ask him about you when I can't reach you. I worry about you Caleb," I try to negotiate with him.

"The nerve you have! Asking me about my pal's number," he says angrily.

"Don't get upset, I'm just asking it for you."

"Don't give me that bullshit! You're not doing it for me, you're doing it for yourself," he scoffs.

"Oh please! Do tell, how is me worrying about you, about me?" I fold my arms as I reply sarcastically.