Acceptance.

Fuck you.

"Fuck all of you." I spit liquor all over the floor.

Josiah held onto the whore that he was banging. I wiped tears from my eyes.

I actually began to feel something for him.

I threw his clothes out of his bedroom and into the crowded hall of people, All who had watched me barge into his room.

They were silent. Knowing not to move or else I would break them too.

The girl Josiah was banging had been the school's freshman nerd, Cecilia.

She's not a whore.

It hit me hard as I threw a cup at his face and shook him hard.

My nails digging into his arm as the crowd gasped by his doorway.

The intoxicated girl screamed and couldn't stand. People were recording and I felt bad for her.

I held sympathy and empathy for her.

He was using her.

"You cheated on me! You fucking bastard." I slapped him hard enough for him to stumble backwards, He was naked. He fell to his drawer and laid on the floor groaning.

My hands stung and I decided to end it whatever we had in that moment.

"You're a sick motherfucker. Banging a freshmen, An intoxicated one. That's basically rape. You're a cheater, a sicko, and a pathetic excuse for a human." I marched to his bedroom door and slammed it shut.

Shutting everyone out.

Fuck attention.

I felt heartbroken by a guy who used me. A guy that I meant to use. Everything backfired and crashed down.

"Honey, it'd be best if you go. Get dressed, go home, take a plan B pill, and eat lots of Citrus." I told the girl who began putting on her clothes before glancing at Josiah who laid on his bedroom floor.

She ran out of the room quickly and I sighed before looking around.

The black walls, King sized bed, and large fur carpet that lay on his beautiful wooden floors showed signs of wealth.

The satin sheets and a musk that filled the atmosphere were nauseating though. I hated all of it.

"I never liked you. You know that, right? Cheating on me just made me want to hurt you. Congratulations, You played yourself kid." I whispered in his ear before helping myself to the chocolate covered strawberries that lay on his nightstand.

"You're such an overrated slut." He spat out as I walked out of his bedroom.

"You're a small dick having scum bag. Who wins here?" I retorted before descending down the stair wall that shook because of booming music and out of the party.

Out of the spotlight.