Life of Harlow

Jumping To Conclusions

Harlow

Your girl is officially a Senior!

The end of last school year was a bit rocky with my scary incident, but I've been in a much better headspace since then. Therapy and the support of my family and friends has helped a lot.

I've also been swimming again which is another therapy in itself. I had stopped swimming because I hated having to compete. To just be in the water for fun, no pressure, it's way more beneficial for me.

As for how I compete, debating consumed majority of my Spring and I've been narrowing down my selections of college. While I could stay here in Texas, even go to the same school as Drake, I don't know if that's what I want anymore. Drake says wherever I go, we'll make it work. He's up for the challenge of long distance and a flight is a flight. He makes it sound so easy.

I've been looking at schools in New York, Florida, Texas of course, and even California. So many options and making a decision has my head spinning. Why do they give this responsibility to you when you're fresh out of high school to decide on what to do for the rest of your life? 

What I'm looking most forward to, my 18th birthday. Dad said I could go all out with my party. I'm more excited for my family not being able to tell me what to do anymore since I'll officially be an adult. Luna laughed at me and said she thought the same thing and that it's not how it works in this family. Yeah, we'll see about that.

I had just got out of school and was heading to my car. This past couple of weeks since school started has been pretty chill for me. No major activities. Just homework, therapy, workout sessions with Mama Kenz, and hanging with my friends.

I waved at a few people as I made my trough the parking lot. Just as I was buckling my seatbelt, my phone started to ring. I smiled seeing it was a FaceTime call from Luna.

Hi sisterrrrerrr.

No usual Luna smile. Her face was neutral. Oh shit. Something happened.

Luna, what's going on?

When's the last time you talked to Drake?

Uh, he texted me this morning. Why?

Check your phone.

My phone pinged and I saw a video. Pressing play, I felt sick seeing this girl all over Drake and then she grabbed his face, kissing him. The video then cut. What the actual fuck.

Harlow...

Who sent you this video?

One of my friends. There was a party last night. Did Drake tell you he was going?

I could hear her talking but my mind was elsewhere. I forwarded the video to drake a quickly typed - "Enjoy being single."

Luna, I have to go. I'll call you later.

Harls...

Bye, Luna.

I felt the tears stinging my eyes as I started up my car. My phone started ringing as I was halfway home. It was Drake. I ignored his incessant calling and focused on driving home.

Entering the house, I heard my dad say my name, but he couldn't see me like this. I ran upstairs, slamming and locking my door before sliding down the wall, sobbing. My heart was shattered. I couldn't get that image of Drake kissing another girl out of my head. My phone started to ring, it was Drake. I angrily grabbed it, answering the call. He sure as hell had a lot of explaining to do. I deserved the truth.