Heartbreak Girl (H.S) (New Girl Sequel)

Chapter 6: Hate & Checking In

Ivy's POV

"Here you go sweetie," Lacey soothingly rubbed my arm and handed me my pint of cookie dough ice cream.

"Thanks," I sniffled.

She plopped down beside me with her own pint of mint chip ice cream.

When one pigs out on comfort food, we all go down. That way no one feels piggish when they wanna eat an entire bag of Lay's chips or Cheetos.

"I hate this," I sobbed into my carton.
"What do you hate?"

"I can't even go to my own job without running into him and going right back to square one."

Lacey just looked down at her feet as if she didn't know what to say.

"And he's obviously moved on with all those whores I see on the front page with him. I can't even look at an attractive guy without breaking down crying," I sobbed.

"It's gonna take a while to fully recover Ivy. He was your first true love," Lacey gently smiled.

"I wish he wasn't. I hate him," I grunted and violently stabbed my spoon into my frozen food.

"I hate him. I hate him. I HATE HIM!" I sobbed and attacked my food.

Lacey took my ice cream, set it and her's on the coffee table, and pulled my head into her lap.

I cried big fat tears into her stomach, making the front of her shirt soaking wet.

Why could he move on so fast? Was it pathetic that I was this attached to him and he didn't even care? Why am I the one that always gets hurt out of the two of us?

A knock on the door broke my unattractive sobs.

"I'll get it," Lacey sighed and stood up as soon as I moved my head off her lap.

I didn't want the person at the door to see my face that probably looked like shit with running make-up and tears, so I rolled over and his my face in the back of the couch.

"Is Ivy here?" I heard his voice.
"You need to go," Lacey replied with anger in her tone.

"I just need to know if she's okay? We didn't talk earlier-"

"You need to go, Harry. It's not fair to her. Just as she finally picks up all the damage you've done, you come back around and smash it," Lacey spat.

"I didn't mean-"

"You don't mean to Harry, but you do. Don't come here anymore and don't come to the coffee house with your whore's anymore. For Ivy's and your's sake," with that Lacey slammed the door.

I turned around and saw her leaning against the door, looking at me with a sorry look.

"Is he gone?" I whispered.
•••

The next morning I woke up on the couch, laying across Olivia and Lacey's laps.

Kleenex's littered the floor, along with empty ice cream cartons and chip bags.

They were both passed out, snoring away.

I slid off their laps and quietly tip toed to my bedroom. I needed a walk; alone and where I could think without any more stressed or worries.

Sure, don't get me wrong I love Olivia and Lacey's advice and support, but sometimes they're a bit much.

I quickly slid out of my sweats and into Capri yoga pants and a hoodie. Right now I didn't want to deal with my oily hair, so I just tossed it up into a messy bun.

And I didn't feel like tying up Nike's so I just threw on a pair of toms.

I jotted down a quick note for Olivia and Lacey, put it on the coffee table for them, and quietly snuck out.

I just needed to think.