A not-so Easy Way Out

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One thing that I regret about life right now is the fact that I centered a majority of my college life decisions around a boy. Kill me now.

Every morning, I am reminded of the grueling pain that Bartholomew Smith left on me. Thinking of him makes me want to jump off a skyscraper.

Bartholomew, or as he likes to go by, Brandon, broke my heart in the most cold-blooded way I believe possible. He didn't even give me a heads-up. Not even a 'hey we're no longer together' text.

Two days ago, I walked in on him and a random girl trying to elicit the devil's tango. He didn't even seem apologetic when I lashed out at him. The only response I got was, "Oh yeah, you're not my girlfriend anymore."

WHO. DOES. THAT??

Apparently Brandon- I mean fucking Bartholomew Smith THE THIRD.

His name pisses me off too. Throughout my senior year of high school, I looked past his name and even gave him the nickname he currently uses. How fucking ironic.

Bra-... Bartholomew joined the football team and had a semi-good start to his season. I didn't think it would make him fucking cheat on me. He made a complete 180 and now his head is too inflated for his pea-sized brain.

I physically cringe every time I encounter him. I REALLY regretted my decision. I feel drained every time I see him in the hallways. I hide behind people when I see him seated in class. I dodge from his sight when I spot him hanging around the student apartments.

It makes it worse that he's now one of the star players on our campus football team. I hear his name whispered in everyday conversations casually among the others. It makes it more dreadful that curious stares followed me wherever I went.

"Fuck me," I whisper figuratively as I quickly hid behind the wall; effectively separating me from Bartholomew and his current best friend, Jake. They were having a conversation right in front of my only exit.

My original plan was to wait for them to leave and sneak out, but my ears perked up when I heard my name. Why were they talking about me?

"I don't know man, Leah was a huge catch." I barely caught Jake's words.

"Come on bro, Leah doesn't even have huge racks like Paige Miller." I furrowed my eyebrows and glanced down at my boobs. He was kind of right.

"I mean yeah, but she does have a nice ass."  I heard Jake say as Bartholomew laughed.

"Yo Brandon, you don't mind if I try to mess around with your ex right?" I scrunched up my face in disgust. No way was I going to start anything with Jake. It was known that his dick smelt like it hadn't been washed since birth. "I want to see her ass jiggle when I hit it from the back." Ew.

"Yeah man, go ahead. Leah was always the whore type." What?

"Hell yeah dude, you're the best!" Now I was pissed. I spent my whole senior year hooked on his sides, but now that we're done, he spreads baseless lies about me.

I clenched my phone tightly in my right hand. This fucking- A ding removed me from my thoughts.

"Shit...Luka's pissed because we're late to practice. Let's go."

I promptly heard their pair of fleeting footsteps as they made their way to the football field.