I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, my green eyes glistening with unshed tears. The mascara smudged beneath my eyes was a telltale sign of my emotional turmoil. I wiped at it angrily, willing myself to hold it together.
"Just one more week, Mia," I muttered under my breath. "One more week and you'll be in Los Angeles."
It had been a long day, and the whispers and knowing glances from my so called 'friends' had worn me down. News of Matt's infidelity had spread quickly, and I had spent most of the day dodging pitying looks and unwanted sympathy.
My phone buzzed on the sink counter. I picked it up, my heart sinking at the sight of Matt's name on the screen. The text read: *Can we talk?*
I deleted the message without responding. There was nothing left to say. He had broken my trust, and I wasn't ready to face him. Not yet.
I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. Just one more week, I reminded myself. One more week and I could retreat to the safety of a new city, away from the prying eyes and judgmental stares.
As I walked out of the bathroom, I spotted Zoey sitting on my bed, her arms crossed and a concerned look on her face. She straightened up when she saw me, her eyes searching mine for any sign that I was okay.
"Hey," she said softly. "How are you holding up?"
I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I'm fine. Just ready for this week to be over."
Zoey frowned, clearly not convinced. "You don't have to pretend with me, you know."
I sighed, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me. "I know. It's just... hard. Everyone knows, and I hate the way they look at me."
Zoey wrapped an arm around my shoulders, offering a comforting squeeze. "Forget them. They don't matter. What matters is how you feel. And if you need to talk or cry or scream, I'm here."
I smiled weakly at her, grateful for her unwavering support. "Thanks, Zo. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'd probably implode from keeping all that anger bottled up," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
I laughed despite myself, feeling a bit lighter. Zoey always knew how to make me feel better, even on my worst days.
"I can't believe you're leaving in a week," Zoey said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "Los Angeles is so far away."
"I know," I replied, my heart aching at the thought. "But this internship is such a big opportunity. It's what I've always wanted."
"And you're going to crush it," Zoey said confidently. "You're going to show them what Mia Carter is made of, and I have just the perfect idea."
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Rockstar Roommate
Romance... Mia Carter starts her law internship in Los Angeles and unexpectedly gets involved with Noah, a member of a famous boyband. What begins as a fake relationship, set up by Noah's manager, slowly evolves into something genuine as they navigate the...
