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fifty-seven: the cheating.

"STOPPP." My voice rings out of my phone. I'm lying in my dorm room alone scrolling through old snapchat memories. Em and I haven't talked for a few days, so Isa decided to stay over at hers' to check in on her, which means I'm stuck all alone. I've waited for Nate to check in on me or even just say "hi," but he's been radio silent, so I'm just waiting it out.

The snippets playing on my phone are from last summer when Isa, Em, and I first became friends. It's just full of old videos of us in Em's apartment messing around for hours. I smile fondly, watching a video of Laila, Keagan, Isa, and Emerson chicken fight at the pool a few blocks from our house back home. I continue scrolling until I find the very first video of Isa and me. It's a video of us laughing at a Cody Ko and Noel Miller video, but I can't even tell which one it is. The video itself is so blurry from how hard we both laugh that it doesn't even focus on the screen. But her laugh sounds different in this, more recognizable. I keep repeating it, trying to pinpoint why it's so familiar. I sit up to hear it better, but that's when it hit me.

Nate's bedroom. The laugh I heard yesterday, it was Isabella's laugh. I don't know why he felt the need to hide that he and Isa were together. I can't accuse him of anything before I see him.

I bolt to my car, turning on the engine as fast as possible. I begin driving the streets of L.A. busy, trying to put some pieces together.

Her hair was wet when she came home, so it would make sense that the water turned on. But then why would Nate be wet as well? Or during thanksgiving, when they both were magically in town. Were they together? Was she the "her" Nate was talking about at Daniel's party?

I get stuck in traffic left to only thinking about what could possibly be happening between the two people who I value so much. I decided to turn on music to drown out my thoughts.

"Don't look so lonely, don't act so blue

I know I'm not the only girl you run to

I know about Lolita, your little Spanish flame

I've seen you around with Rita, the redhead down the lane."

I roll my eyes, changing the station. Zach insisted on me having a country station in my car at all times so I could be more "cultured." He'd play it every time we were in my car because since I had the aux in his, he had to have it in mine. But of course, every country song is about cheating.

"Call your girlfriend

It's time you had the talk

Give your reasons

Say it's not her fault

But you just met somebody new."

I sigh, turning off the radio. I love Robyn, but of course, it has to be THAT song of hers. God has the most terrible ways of showing signs. But, my best friend and boyfriend can't be cheating, right? They could be doing many terrible things, but they care too much about me to be doing something as despicable as that.

"Only one way to find out." I mumble, pulling my keys out of the ignition. I walk into the apartment building pressing the button to get up to his floor. My mind starts rapidly running as I listen to the dings of the elevator. I walk into the metal box, the silence surrounding me. The realization of what I'm about to do kicks in and sends a cold shiver down my spine.