There were only ten minutes left in Ophelia's introduction to computer science lab when her phone started ringing in her pocket. After getting an annoyed look from the professor, she hurried to silence it, turning it to vibrate. She was so embarrassed she couldn't even bother to check who had been calling her. It wasn't long before the device started buzzing again, making an annoyingly loud sound against the metal chair she was sitting on. She shuts her eyes momentarily, taking a breath before standing up and excusing herself. She shoves all of her work into her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder. Since there had been ten minutes left, she didn't imagine she would be coming back in.
She pulls her phone out of her pocket, quickly answering it when she saw it was Ryan calling. "I was in class and my phone started ringing. I'm pretty sure my professor hates me now." She says, her voice full of annoyance. "Oh, don't act like I'm the fucking problem." He exclaims, and she narrows her eyes as she walks down the hall towards the exit. "What are you talking about?" "Don't play dumb with me, Ophelia. I'm not fucking playing around anymore." Her heart dropped into her stomach. She wasn't only scared that he found out, but of his reaction. She knew he would lash out given any opportunity to.
"Tell me what you're talking about." She needed to know if it was really the kiss he was mad about, or something else. Anything else. "I'm talking about you being a fucking whore and cheating on me." Of course it was that. She hadn't done anything else. She never had. Ophelia had only ever been completely loyal to him, and it only made sense that he would find out about the fifteen seconds she wasn't. "I don't know what you mean." She says dryly, pushing her way out of the exit and walking back to her hall. "I'm on my way there. We can talk about this in person."
"No!" Ophelia says, panicked, "We can talk about it over the phone." Her heart races in her chest as she waits for his response. "I'm ten minutes out. Be in your dorm when I get there." He hangs up immediately after speaking, and Ophelia felt a strong urge to burst into tears. She felt like she couldn't breathe as she entered her hall, trudging her way up the stairs and onto her floor. Who out of the three people that knew would have told him? Max didn't care enough to tell him. Sam didn't have his phone number, although if it meant ruining her life, he probably could've found it. Jessie both cared and had his phone number.
"Did you tell him?" Ophelia shuts the door behind her, nearly shaking as she looks at Jessie. "Huh?" She asks, obviously confused. "Ryan. Be honest, Jessie, because if you told him..." She balled her hands into fists. She didn't know what emotion to feel as she waited for a response. Anger? Betrayal? Fear? Maybe all the options were right. "Lia, I would never ever do that." Jessie stands up, but Ophelia could tell she was hiding something. "It was one of you three, and neither of the boys have his number. Jessica, I swear to god, just fucking tell me. He's about to get here, so either you tell me, or he does." Although she was trying to be mad, she was more scared than anything. "It wasn't me." Jessie says, looking her in the eyes. For some reason, Ophelia didn't completely believe her.
"Fuck." Ophelia takes a shaky breath, seeing a text from Ryan that he was on his way up. "Go hang out with Max and Sam. You don't need to be here for this." She says, her hands fully shaking now. "Please. Go." Ophelia says desperately. Jessie nods, "Be careful." She says quickly before hurrying out of the room and down the hall to the boys' room. About a minute later, the knock echoing through the room makes Ophelia's heart pound against her chest, as if it was trying to beat it's way out of her ribs. She turned and opened the door, looking up at the boy who glared down at her. He pushed her backwards, sending her stumbling back into the room before he slams the door shut.
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Jessie didn't return to their dorm room until nearly eleven o'clock at night, seven hours after Ryan had stopped by. When she got back to the room, she found Ophelia wrapped entirely in her comforter, staring at the wall on the opposite side of the room. By the way she hid her face, Jessie could tell she had been crying. "What happened?" She asks softly, walking over and sitting next to her on the bed. She rubbed her back softly, frowning when she noticed Ophelia starting to cry again. "We broke up." She says quietly, looking up at Jessie with a sad look. Jessie tried to hide the relief in her expression, "That's not why you're upset, is it?" Ophelia shakes her head. Jessie knew her too well. She had been waiting to get out of that relationship for years, so she knew something else must have happened.
