Switching sides

42

Camila

Hurt, that's all I felt as I walked down the road. It was dark and cold out. I should have thought ahead of what I would do because if I'm not careful, I will be recognized. I pulled out my phone and scrolled until I found Bea's contact and clicked call.

After a few rings, she picks up.

"Hey Camila"

"Hey, uh, are you busy?" I ask her while glancing around

I'd rather be aware of my surroundings.

"No, what's up?" she pops the p.

"Can you come pick me up? Taylor and I hit into a huge fight, and I have nowhere to go," I say

"Of course, send me your location," she said, and I can hear her tone change.

"Thanks, Bea," I say and hang up, sending her my location.

The reality of what happened sets in, and I can't stop the tears from falling. I sit down on the curb, and I realize how drunk I am. Shit, how much did I drink?

Did she cheat on me? After everything we have been through together, she knows for a fact what I've been through.

I'm so angry at everything.

I wipe more tears from my cheeks when I see a flash of headlights, and the car stops before me.

The window is rolled down to show Bea there with a messy bun and sweats on.

"Get in, babe," she says

I open the door and slide in, shutting it behind me.

"Let's go get some ice cream," she smiles and oats my knee.

I nod as she pulls off- my phone going wild, so I silently turn it off. I needed space and time to think. So much had just happened.

My heart hurt at all the words said.

We pulled into Beas apartment garage, and there was no security. I forget that it's not expected to need security wherever you go.

We quietly make our way upstairs with the ice cream, and she unlocks her apartment, letting me in.

Her apartment was a cozy space- she had pink walls with blankets everywhere and bean bags—kind of like a frat house but friendly.

  I set my ice cream in the freezer, not feeling able to stomach it and make a beeline for her couch, grabbing a blanket off of the back and lying down.

"Are you drunk?" Bea yells questionly from the kitchen.

"Maybe," I say, closing my eyes

It's quiet for a moment before I hear a glass of water placed in front of me on the coffee table.

"Drink," she says and sits down across from me.

"Don't be mean," I point, sitting up

"I'm going to be mean- I'm not your girlfriend," Bea laughs.

The mention of Taylor makes my blood run cold.

Bea must sense my mood shift because she sits up.

"Okay, talk because it's not normal of you to call me at 1 am asking to be picked up on the side of the road," she sighs

I grab the glass of water and take a few gulps. I wanted to hide from everyone.

"We got into a fight," I said, setting the glass down

"No shit " bea laughs

I break into a small smile at her words.

"It's dumb, but it bothers me- these photos came out of here with Travis again tonight, and we'll it looks like they were making out," I say, avoiding eye contact.

"And what does that look like?" she pressed.

Suddenly, I felt small; it felt like Shawn all over again.

"Her hair was messed up, her lipstick was smeared, and they were holding hands," I groan, throwing myself back

"And when I confronted her, she thought I was crazy." I laugh

"Well, what else did she give you for an explanation?"

"That's why she was upset about me like it doesn't even add up, and saying she was crying because she's worried about me. No," I say, pinching the bridge of my nose.

It's silent for a few minutes before she speaks up again.

"You should rest- we can talk more in the morning. There's a guest room first door on the right," she pointed to the hall.

"Thanks, Bea," I say with a smile.

I was genuinely exhausted.

Bea made her way into her room, and I slowly got off the couch and walked down the hall until I found the first room on the right.

Opening the door, I was met with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, and I fell in love with the view. Not bothering to change, I slipped under the covers and closed my eyes. I was so tired.

  I couldn't sleep; my body kept twisting and turning, and I cried out in frustration. Why couldn't I sleep?

I drifted in and out, jolting awake at every little sound. Eventually, I gave in and reached across the bed, searching for Taylor, only to come up with a cold, empty bed.

  Tears pricked my eyes, and my heart hammered in my chest; I did this to myself.

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This is a short one, but I wanna to get something out