Guess I'll Be The One (BYE)

Chapter 12

A/N: The other day, a friend told me that she reads my story. I was beyond happy that she found it quite interesting and told me to just keep writing. And that is why I am here now writing, yet again. The constant praises that I get from you guys mean so much to me. And the constant reminders to update keeps me motivated to write. And I can't thank you guys enough.

Anyway, I really am sorry if the story's pacing is kind of fast. It is, isn't it? Well, don't worry I'll try to make things slower this time. AND, what are your thoughts on Jade? Don't you just love her? Send me your thoughts about her through twitter or post a comment here on Wattpad. So that I can make her character better!

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I'm okay.

That's what I've been constantly saying to myself: I'm okay. But am I really? No, I don't think so. But I'm coping, and that, ladies and gentlemen, is what's been pushing me to go on with life. I've spent too many hours crying and moping; ate too many pints of Vanilla ice cream, that seems to be the only thing that makes me happy; watched too many chick-flicks; and cried buckets of tears. Yes, you heard me right. The pain that that kiss caused me is too much for a person with amnesia after a brain surgery in not less than three weeks ago. Yes. I'm hurting, and I'm suffering.

You'd think I wouldn't feel this way since I broke up with him and not the other way around; and I honestly don't know who he is, (You know what I mean) but there's this heart ache that's been stabbing me every time the scene flashes in my eyes. Her arms were wrapped around his neck; one of his hands caressing her face and another holding his weight up on the wall. It was all too clear and too fresh for me to forget. All the shocked facial expressions of everybody were priceless. They all resembled mine: hurt and betrayal.

It's been three days since and I've accepted the fact that he moved on; despite of his promise that he'll wait. So much for keeping promises. I should've known. I should've known that promises made like that are meant to be broken. Like a vase that was once beautiful and fragile; are now scattered around the floor, millions of pieces.

I feel betrayed and hurt and guilty and sad. Too many emotions running through my mind like an athlete on his competition day. What a comparison, you might say, but that's how I think it is.

The day after tomorrow, school will start. And I am more than happy that it will. I need a distraction from everything. I'm ready to leave behind these things and just look forward to what's waiting up for me in the future. Bella and I are actually settled now in our dorm rooms in Penn State. I've been away from home since this morning, and no one from the guys have tried contacted me. I told them I was okay, they believed me. And that for me was enough, as a cue to set my life back to how it was before everything happened. I'm in my dream school, with my best friend. I have a family that supports me and loves me. And I have a bright future that's waiting for me. So what could possibly go wrong, right?

"Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?

Don't cha!" Bella was singing in front of her closet, trying to finish up unpacking her last two suitcases. Lucky her, she's almost finished. Meanwhile, I'm stuck with my first suitcase. I'm procrastinating. So? Sue me!

"What time's the orientation?" I asked.

"8 in the Xavier Hall. We better get up early, I don't wanna be late."

"Yeah me too! So have you heard from Connor?"

She stopped and turned to look at me with that same hurtful expression.