Outcasts -- cube smp oneshots

✖️ Kiani ✖️

|\Jordan/|

I blink one eye open, squinting against the bright morning sun rays shining through the large windows in my apartment bedroom. My head pounded as the light hit my face and I moaned helplessly, flipping over onto my stomach and burying my face into one of my pillows. It still smells like him... I sat up quickly, instantly regretting it as my temples began to throb in pain. I lifted up two fingers and started to massage the sides of my head, hoping it would ease the headache; it didn't. Turning my head slowly left and right, I spotted many empty beer bottles scattered across the floor in my room. Three sat standing tall on my bedside table, one half-empty, while the other two were completely drained out.

I must've gotten so wasted last night... I thought as I fell over onto my side so I was laying on my bed again. This seemed to happen almost every night, and it's become almost of a routine for me. One night I would buy myself two six-packs of various beers, promise myself I wouldn't finish them all that night, and then end up with half the amount I started with. I would wake up, notice the new empty beer bottles added to my collection, and then groan as I go back to sleep. But today isn't like any other day.

As I drift back off to sleep, the smell hits me again and I groan in frustration. It's been two weeks, and the pillow he slept on still hasn't gotten rid of the familiar smell of Will's light cologne.

"God I miss him," I whispered aloud, twisting myself so I was on my back and staring up at the ceiling. Usually I would drink to forget all about the brunette British boy, and it worked up until right now. A sob escaped my pink lips as I remembered how we used to lay in this exact bed, talking about our lives together in the future. It was all gone now, and it's all my fault for not being better for him.

I started feeling that something was off three weeks before we broke up. Will was becoming more distant, always texting other people on his phone when he was around me and never paying attention to anything but the tiny little screen in front of him. When we were home, he usually made every excuse he could to get out of the house, and I believed them all until he made the mistake of leaving his phone on the coffee table after he had left.

I was in the kitchen, pouring myself a quick glass of orange juice as Will's phone started going crazy. Curious, I walked into the living room and glanced down at the phone; 12 new messages from 'Laura <3'. I feel like a dick for what I didn't afterwards, but if I hadn't done it who knows how long Will could have kept this secret? I swiped to the left, grateful for the fact that Will was trusting enough to not lock his phone. I started scrolling through him and Laura's messages, cringing at some of the cutesy things they say back and forth. I hated every bit. Fear and anger and sadness engulfed me as I silently placed down the phone, curling up into a ball on the living room furniture.

Will came home only seconds later to find me in the fetal position, shaking violently as quiet cries of sorrow came from my mouth. I loved this boy, yet here he was sexting with a girl whom I had never heard of before until that moment. Will tried to calm me down, but I wasn't going to take any of Will's bullshit at that moment. I gained the courage to rise to my feet, face red with frustration and voice wavering as if threatening to crack at any minute.

"Get out," I whispered, jutting my pointer finger out to point at the door behind Will. When the British boy refused to move and just stood there, staring blankly at me, I raised my voice. "Get out!" My words boomed around the apartment, and the look of terror and hurt on Will's face physically pained me. I don't know what hurt worse; the fact that Will was cheating on me, or the look of defeat on his face as he slumped his shoulders and trudged out of my apartment.

I pondered on this question as my head pounded and my limbs fell numb while lying on the bed that felt empty with only one person in it. My vision was blurry and my mind was going a mile a minute as I absentmindedly picked up my phone, subconsciously scrolling down my contacts until I came across Will's name. His name still had a heart emoji on either side of it, and when I went to our conversation, everything was there.

A single, hot tear rolled down my cheek before I angrily wiped it off, feeling pathetic for crying over a boy who had been cheating on me. I started cursing at myself under my breath as I slammed my phone down onto my bedside table beside the beer bottles, swinging my legs over the side of the bed as I stretched and messed up the hair that was lying flat on my head.

Sitting still for a moment, I finally got the energy to push myself up and get into the shower. After I stepped out of the shower, my hair damp and wet against my forehead, I threw on a pair of basketball shorts and a loose t-shirt before collapsing onto the bed again, phone in hand. Without realizing what I was doing, I started to type.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough, that I wasn't what you needed in your life. I miss you, though. I find it hard to sleep at night without you, in this empty bed. I get why you left though. Laura is a pretty girl, so you struck gold there. I just hope you're happy, because that's all that matters.

On instinct, I hit the send button. I waited in anticipation, watching the little blue bar indicating that's it's sending.

Message failed to send
Resend or Delete?

My finger hovered over the resend button for a moment, until it lingered above the delete button. I let out a huff of air and pressed down, deleting the message.

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Hi friends! Hope you liked it, and if you did then you're in luck because there's more where that came from! Honestly, no cube oneshot book is complete without a sad Kiani chapter. Anyhow, I really hope you all enjoyed, see you later Allygators!
-Ally

P.S. every Monday (or Sunday) night will be when I upload, so watch out for that. Also if I don't post one week then I'll have 2 oneshots the next c: