𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒ᵃʳⁱᵃⁿᵃ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵉ

ten

ten - the breakfast burrito to end all breakfast burritos

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sniffing, i reluctantly pulled myself out of bed as my alarm rang off. i grumbled as i turned it off, dragging myself to the bathroom. i pulled my shorts down and sat on the toilet, beginning my business.

as i went, my thoughts drifted back to y/n. i was thinking about saturday night and yesterday morning hard last night, so i barely got any sleep. i still just couldn't believe it, honestly. she was so sweet saturday—and then she fucked me and dipped. why?

   i huffed as i stood up and wiped, washing my hands after flushing. i stared at myself in the mirror, growing at the tear stain on my cheeks. i washed my face and hobbled back into my room, making my way to the closet. i pulled out a simple shirt and a pair of jeans from my dresser, pulling them on over my fresh undergarments.

   i walked back to the bathroom to tidy myself up, only applying a little mascara so i looked a little less upset and tired. i grabbed my phone from my bed and shoved on my shoes, gathering my backpack too.

   i made my way downstairs, noticing no one else was up. i grabbed an apple from the kitchen and made my way outside, seeing victoria pull up at the same time. taking a large bite, i opened the passenger door and sat down, shoving my bag at my feet.

   "hey, babe." victoria smiled. "how you feeling?" i frowned, not really wanting to talk about it. i just shrugged, earring a sigh from her. "has she still been texting you?" she asked.

   y/n has literally been texting me nonstop since yesterday morning. i've ignored every single one, and i shut off my phone after ignoring the twentieth call from her last night.

   "yeah," i finally spoke up. "i don't know why, though. she left me yesterday, so why the fuck would she be texting me like nothing happened?" i growled, crossing my arms.

   victoria cleared her throat, brining a hand down to pat my thigh. "i don't know either, ari. but, like i said yesterday, her ass doesn't deserve you. she never has."

   even though i knew she was right, i still felt like shit. i had the most fun i have ever had in my entire life those weeks i was with y/n, and i just had to fall into her trap and ruin it all. i blamed myself, honestly. if i never went upstairs with her, y/n i would still be "friends" right now. now, we were back to how we were before.

  i said nothing in return, and before i knew it, we arrived at school. victoria and i usually came early so we had time to sit and talk, so we had nearly thirty minutes before school actually began. since it was still nice outside, people were crowing the courtyard, and vic and i would probably do the same.

   we exited her car and began our walk to the table we usually sat at. i threw my bag down on the table and sat down on the bench, setting my head in my hands. vic sat across from me with a huff.

   "come on, ari. please don't be so beat up about this. y/n is nothing but a little fuckboy, that's all she'll ever be. you're better than her in every way—well, besides basketball because you suck ass at basketball," she joked, earning a small laugh from me.

   the sound of a ball hitting the concrete caught my attention, and i looked behind me to see y/n about thirty feet away. she bounced the ball as she talked with a few of her basketball friends, but she wasn't smiling. her lips were formed into a frown, and i could tell she was barely paying attention. she huffed as she threw the ball to someone else, tugging at the collar on her t-shirt.