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— y/n pov.
"hey y/n, aren't you supposed to be studying with enzo?" blair asks, raising an eyebrow as she lounges on the common room couch.
"yeah, but i haven't seen him at all today." i reply, letting out a small sigh.
"wait...that wasn't you?" tate's voice cuts in as she walks into the room, her expression unreadable.
"what do you mean?" i ask, confused by her sudden statement.
"i just saw lorenzo with a girl. i thought it was you at first, but now that i think about it..it wasn't." tate says, her brows furrowing. "they seemed really close, y/n/n."
i feel my stomach drop. without another word, i push myself off the couch and rush out of the common room. my heart pounds in my chest as i turn left down the corridor, and there he is. lorenzo. standing with another girl.
he's holding her hands, a big smile stretched across his face like she's the only person in the world. my breath catches in my throat. we were supposed to be studying together, but clearly, he had other plans. then, she reaches up, brushing her fingers gently along his cheek, and he looks flustered.
i feel sick.
as if sensing my presence, lorenzo turns around, and the second he sees me, his smile vanishes. his eyes widen in panic. i spin on my heel, heading straight back to the common room, but he's quicker. within seconds, he's caught up with me, grabbing my wrist to stop me.
"y/n, baby. it's not what it looks like." he pleads, his voice laced with desperation.
"get off of me." i snap, yanking my arm away, but he moves to hold my shoulders instead.
"no, please listen to me. whatever you saw, it's nothing. please, baby, listen to me." he begs, his grip tightening slightly.
i shove him away, my voice rising. "no! i said no! leave me the fuck alone. i saw everything. you prioritized another girl when you have a girlfriend." i pause, my chest heaving before correcting myself. "had a girlfriend."
"wait, no, please. baby, don't leave me. i don't know what i'll do without you." he whispers, his voice breaking as he reaches for me again.
i shake my head, stepping back. "no. you should've thought about that before." my voice cracks, and i hate it. i swallow the lump in my throat and glare at him. "you make me feel sick."
his eyes glisten with guilt as he cups my cheek. "don't say that."
"it's the truth." i whisper, my voice cold and final. "i'm done being your second choice, lorenzo. you clearly have other priorities."
"stop, please." he murmurs, his thumb rubbing against my cheek as a tear rolls down his face.
"you did this to yourself." i say, my voice steady. then, i remove his hands from my face and turn away, leaving him standing there, drowning in his guilt and shame.
